Story Behind the Song
Several versions of POPS were done for promotional purposes, and to send with the single, which (of course) is POPS. OmniSayOnce finally did some scratching (it's been a while)on this one and there are some sampled licks from their old Knights of the Turntable guitar player, Jason Thompson as well. This mix is for all those stations that don't play hip hop.
Lyrics
OmniSayOnce-Before we get done/Let's take a little time/My God forms the words and I form the rhymes/Those lines you commit to the paper should land you in rap jail, tied up in a cell everdayday of the week/No bail, so let this brother speak/With the peace of my mind that let's me unwind/And find all the blind/Put the axe to the grind/And if you don't know, the crucifix is my sign/Now I'm on top of this flow, nobody stopping this/Don't you know that's the way that it go/As I'm choppin' this dissertation/Rockin' this/You need to find a Websters Mr. Poppadopoulous(the father of t.v.'s Webster)/If you don't understand what I'm sayin', plain English/Read every book of the Bible, I mean this/Clean up your house and let in this visitor/Not from outerspace, nor a friend of your sister or/Anybody else you would meet in the physical, but the spiritual/I hope you get the picture so/You can take it home and put it on on your mantle/He'll give you more firepower than Rambo
JAYE LOWE-Who's calling my name better be Jesus/Anybody else I'mma blast you to pieces/See us folding wicked spirits into creases/So heed this anti-religous thesis/Time out(whistle), sit your butt on the couch/ Want to meet my pops, better change the words out your mouth/There's some etiquette when it comes to yacking at the Don/And you better check your attitude and lip in the john/And you won't make money 'cause you dress like a shmuck/And that style that you kick/yuck like Puck/Initiation, kid, it's nothing but love/To kick it with the clique you got to bathe in the blood/'Cause yours ain't the way and you ain't the guy/Man, I ain't never seen you create no sky/Matter fact, I ain't seen you do much of squat/Faith-no work, equals-tight spot/If you mess with me then I'mma call my Poppi/Blast my accusers like John Gotti/The same God that backed up Josh and his crew/Is the same God that delivered a rock shampoo
VS-You can move the earth, the planets, the moon and the stars/But my Father will abide until infinity like those cars/And I know He loves me 'cause it's embedded in His scars/And we go together like jingles and symphony bars (Ding!)/Because He's poured out the offering, sacrifice for life/There's only one gift accepted and His name is JESUS CHRIST/Because in the blood of bulls and goats was not my Father's delight/But He loves a broken spirit and a heart that's contrite/So who else do you know who can give the blind sight?/Call into darkness and bring forth the light?/Hang the moon and stars in the sky like a kite?/Jiggy-JESUS (That's right!)/Yo! The earth is His foot- stool/ and Heaven is His home/And He resides in my heart so you know I'm not alone/But I'm covered by His mercy and His grace/And if you want to see the Father, take a look at my face/'Cause I'm dipped in His image from my head to my toes/And He cares more about me than the sparrows and the crows/'Cause I'm a seed of Abraham and co-heir with CHRIST/I was dead in trespasses but the Father granted me life
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