Roots Chapter II (Remix)

[VERSE 1: Cruz Cordero] This is Roots chapter two, shooting factual raps at you / captivating you with the living truth that be absolute / Jesus the capital Son, duke that I salute / the 1 who captured my heart, gave me a brand new attitude / now I'm this radical dude, dropping doctrines compatible / with the Bible, that be practical, applicable / satisfying my hunger, while making my appetite grow / you heard of me and the Urban D, we earnestly rapping like yo / putting the God of eternity, on the map with tight flows / letting light show, helping you search for Christ like lightpost / dot com, we drop bombs on all idols / all titles, belong to the God of the Bible / la biblia, sovereignly ruling over the city of the 215 area / down to the ocho trece familia, familiar / with Jesucristo, who rescues people / renews their mind, intertwined with 66 libros / He’s our hero, we roll with Him like boricuas in Toyota Corolla's / representing Jehovah, from Philly to Tampa Florida / called to the ministry, like Christ had a Motorola / word up, ola, I rip more bars than granola / more involved than a lot of Latino's arguing over / who’s bad, Trinidad or De La Hoya / like Goya beans be on rice, this whole team be on Christ / on Him like a black dot on a dice / sweating Him like the ladies do Keith when he's on the mic / until we die, or until Christ comes back like a theif in the night / but in the meantime you can find our roots near the streams of life / within the wells of Jesus Christ /

[HOOK] One Puerto Ric, one Greek from Illadelph / two emcees, who died to self / we're preaching the gospel, spreading this spiritual health / ayo do you know your roots, you better check yourself /

[VERSE 2: Urban D] Greek island breezes, Mediterranean palm trees / my ethnic roots traced back to environments like these / but please, I never knew these luxuries / I was brought up in illy Philly, where the winter's were ten degrees / an immigrant, of the second generation / I knew my background and my heritage but that was .. / and I came from hard knocks, round 89 I wore clocks / cause Hip-Hop was the code, of my city blocks / I can talk about .. baklava / dancing, tagging, rhyming, and blah blah blah / (but nah) I'm all for being cultured and educated / but if that's all you know, you'll be illiterate, when you get faded / I get frustrated, spiritually some of y'all are frozen like ... ice / like the Spring fall I bring the heat so you can find Christ / you heard it twice, once from Cruz C and now from Urban D / my family roots was Greek, connected from the 1 who hung on a tree / te amo, I love you, but no language can express for the anguish and suffering when the chosen 1 was put to the test / to bleed for every seed, nationality and creed / watering your biblical roots is what you need everyday / join the body of Christ, la ekklesia / the true fellowship, el koinonia / from Athens to Korea, from Jazz to Soca / Cristos has changed me, vida got this Greek kid yelling OPA! /