Place to Be

[Hook] You know, uh, we are steppin to the party, the place to be OK, the crowd is packed, and people lookin at we Like the mic's on the stand, Speedy, you know what to do Stepped on stage, hey you [Verse 1: Speedy] Greetings, earthlings, i'm on a search for a team of Elohim Fiends seen (indistinguishable mumbling) And i recite for, as I recite for Heavenly riches Plus to spread the Gospel And poison ivy when it itches Which is wrote in Acts 1:8 Never debate when i'm quoting the omnipotent Never promotin tooth decay by way of teeth nashin' Mics i'm clashing like the classic flights of Ben Franklin's kites Lightnings bolts of light strike men That they might see my good works, then Glorify He who rolls from earth to Heaven Yo, i think it's evident, Christ takes residence In hearts of benevolence When God is speaking, yo we give Him reverence We can wash and rinse in fragrance (aw, i messed it up) [Hook] [Verse 2: Transcend] Um, i said it before, Transcend five-foot-four Walking in, stepping in through Todd Collins' door In the studio rocking from here to beat next to Monday Tuesday kid, we might chill on Sunday But Saturday we're eating Grits in the morning at Shoney's Transcend rocking it, but not for the money Truly the skill, busting it at will Like i said it before, send me the bill For hip-hop is the one I truly love God is truly above rocking Keeping it cool to the end of the -- Ahhh! [Hook] [Verse 3: John Reuben] Right right right I know to do And what they want me to do is come through And have a little fun John Reuben a little bit lanky A little six-foot-one Havin' a good time everytime without a care Look at me i got crazy fluffy little Jewish hair Because i'm a Jewish kid, call me the messianic Everytime i grab the microphone it's lyrics like Tonic 'cuz you take it in, and then you want a little more What step through the door, hardcore metaphor Not speakin' when i'm tweakin' Yo these whack emcees they be reaking But let's not talk about the whack Let's talk about myself for a minute So get in it John Reuben about to spin it For the crowd to go infinite times, infinite rhymes Infinite line after line, from the top of the mind Each and every tile, style, pile, file (indistinguishable mumbling) [Hook] [Outro: John Reuben] On stage, and the mic was on The mic was on. the mic was on So i turned the microphone on and i said a little somethin' A little somethin' I said turned the microphone on and we said a little somethin' It was the place to be, in the space to be Too much energy and nothin can we do wastefully Because creativity runs through my B-O-D-Y Don't ask questions, i'm just stressin Then God Blessin' and addressin' the (indistinguishable mumbling)