Shut Us Down-Sho Baraka/Lecrae/After Edmund

RUN IT with us or you can hate me But it'll be hard to shut us down Okay Call your man call your girl tell them all to call their bluff Tell them call the stations and ask them why they hate on us Took an ouch for His people just so He can stay in touch Check the record books it's better off you run with us Call us punks call us weak call us chumps call us dumb Call the verizon network and still see it's not enough On the cable on the web on the phone they call us wack Go ahead and try to shut us down ain't no app for that RUN IT with us or you can hate me But it'll be hard to shut us down Listen I write to tell the truth don't write to save face Born in H-town got the words to save face Christian means that when I eat the meat I say my grace If only God could judge you how you plan to beat the case Can't beat it mike jack couldn't neither it All you get is one life can't rewind or repeat it I will do this till the day I take my last breath Beautiful feet I'm running till I take my last step There's nothing they can do to stop what the Lord's doing Come in the kitchen take a look at what the Lord's brewing Radio don't play us television mock us The truth is still spreading there's no way they can stop us Pharisees throw stones at my glass house But they don't see they own reflection when they bad mouth You can lie you can hate you can run us down But in the end the gates of Hell couldn't shut us down RUN IT with us or you can hate me But it'll be hard to shut us down Some think we're a mess some calling us blessed A mic and a stage don't always equal success Sometimes a bigger platform only brings stress I watch my life and doctrine and pray for the best AT told me let your light shine homes Even if they wanna see you crash like Dow Jones It's like Matt 16 who can come against it You can be a Pharisee or you can be a witness If we stay in the church the world calls us religious If we go on mtv the saints think were trippin If we try to hit the streets then we're some thugs in sin With those spectatin' you can't expect to win It's hard to make decisions when theory's clouded your vision Sometimes I'm confused with who is my opposition I think I heard cheers when I fumbled the ball They claim they're on our team but praying for our fall