Shut Us Down (ft. Lecrae & After Edmund)

Hook
(After Edmund)
Running with us, or you can hate me
But it'll be hard to shut us down
Verse 1
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/
Hook
Verse 2
Listen, I like to tell the truth, don't like 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/
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/
Hook
Verse 3
Some think we're a mess some calling us blessed/
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/
Hook
(After Edmund)
Running with us, or you can hate me