Get Busy (ft. Trip Lee)

Entermission
Jesus gave us our job description, man, so GET BUSY!

Yeah! We on the grind, and we ain't gon' stop
Dudes say we on duty, like them plain-clothes cops
We ignited and inspired, watch the flames so hot
We was lame, dumb slaves, we was plain robots
Ever since we been cleaned, not a stain, no spot
No blame, much game, He remains on top
We surrendered our plans, our games, our plots
When Your Spirit came down, like some rain on crops
Some tell me get prayin', and your man straight flops
Our mission gets hard to swallow like your man drinks Scotch
It's strange, I'm feeling strained like my veins gon' pop
But my brother said, "Your work is not in vain. Don't stop!"
So I bow to my knees, and then I start prayin'
I labor over the Scriptures just to see what God's sayin'
I'm reminded of the Mission that He's given, can't stray off
Gotta work for Him, no time to take a day off

Gotta work, gotta labor
Gotta get out in the field for the Savior
So get busy! Gotta grind
Don't stop, you ain't got no time

You look around, you can see why we grieve
Everywhere that we look, everyone is deceived
Every block, every corner, man, I really see needs
And I'm looking at the church, and I don't really see deeds
You can get a vocal track, nice tape or CD
But you can't stop with these, Jesus came to meet needs
Every back that we clothe, every mouth that we feed
Is pointing to His coming Kingdom that we hoping they'll see
Every time we preach Christ, proclaiming what we be
That might be working in hearts, and they might fall to their knees
When they hear He died for their pride, lust, and their greed
And it's $399, bro, He paid out eight fi'ties (50's)
Gotta get back at it, make our Mission a habit
And tell the people how we be def like gadget
Homey, when we step, we rep hope you know the grind (Why?)
'Cause we gotta work for Him, even overtime