• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Unorthodox - Urban D.
• Unorthodox - Snow Tha Product
• Unorthodox - Joey Badass

My grandparents immigrated for food not for loot
It ain’t cute
When
you ain’t got nothing to eat
And got no spiritual foundation under your feet
Now that’s some real heat
They
had no heat
Now,
that’s some real street
They had no street
They had no Christ – They had no peace
But,
then they met him and know they really know peace
Their new worldview broke tradition
Their new worldview
provoked cultural suspicion
Their new worldview brought even brought division
But that same worldview got
you listening
listen
It was passed down from my parents to me
I got this unorthodox family tree
If you get
down with the movement you can be fam with me
We making this music to make the people free-
Chorus
Unorthodox –
We rock your city blocks
We rock your roof tops
We rock your boondocks
Unothodox –
We shake your shell tops
We shake your top rock
We shake your boombox
Unorthodox –
We break your old clocks
We break your hard knocks
We break your old locks
Unorthodox –
We break your stereotypes
We shake your stereo right
We let you know Christ rocks!
Grew up a pastor’s kid aka a PK
and in Philly kid,
it’s hip-hop every day
It’s so easy to stray /with no street
lights
I found myself browsing the wrong sites
Those were some long nights
Spiritually - some real fights /
Until I stopped fighting and dropped my rights
And got connected – let him edit my profile
My space - used to
be so vile
it’s so wild
How his software can clean your hard drive and make you a new child
His new community
with all the friends I’ve made
Check my music player – all the songs they’ve played
all the comments
saved
My tour dates – all the places I’ve played
It’s an unorthodox page
cuz of the path he paved
cuz of the
price he paid
My lifestyle reps Christ cuz of the life he gave-
Chorus
On my journey’s people ask my occupation
I tell em’ I’m a pastor and an artist – there’s amazement
True engagement
/ Sometimes I wish I could take they look and frame it
They can’t picture a cat that’s braided
Cuz the
old school presentation got em’ jaded
But so many people waited
(For a ministry out the box)
With no cultural
locks
(Crossover Church) – unorthodox
Dreadlocks
fades and fitted’s
A multi-cultural faith community that’s
committed
To the great commandment and the great commission
We orthodox in our beliefs,
but not in our
fishin’
We into Biblical context and not tradition
Cuz we’re more concerned about your heart’s condition
got a passion from God) – so we’re Purpose Driven
We look just like you – but we found what’s missin’-

You can't tell me I'm not tryin' to be part of society, you can't tell me I ain't give it a shot
You can't say I ain't at least try to be all of the normal things that girls sposed to brought
Up to be but look at the fuckery all these rappers are bringin' to y'all
Now you better hold up for the ride of your life when I slide in the game I'm motherfucking goin' off.
I been waitin' to let go. and I really gotta admit I know that I been doin' a great job
I came to disinfect yo, little memory bank of the basicest shit the game got
I came to disconnect yo headphones so you let go of the dumb shit been taught
Like that I gotta sell sex because males get upset if I don't sell show and bear it all
Eff that no scratch that fuck that shit
Get back ho back back what's up with
This lack of rap tracks that make some sense
I ain't talkin' 'bout conscious rap but oh shit
How many people ballin', but the economy fucked
How many people all up in dope n they sell drugs
If it's every single rapper who buyin' the dope huh?
But why your baby hella dirty n u froze up
Please quit with the act OK I'll go first.
We gon' be bringin' it back and I'm a say it all in one verse
Beans gon' be spilled out the bag, and maybe a couple of feelings will get hurt.
So if you ain't got thick skin bitch, you better get in your little bubble and kick rubble or kick dirt
See I'm tired of all of this internet talk, 'cause of internet balls, in your internet drawls,
On some internet blogs, talkin' internet fraud,
With anonymous comments you probably aren't
Even close to cool, or you failed ass artist
Probably got shut when you started
And now you wanna talk about shit 'cause you just aren't
Any where close to being what you wanted.
If you don't like something why do you comment?
Why you all up in it and why you watch it?
And why would you gossip, about all this nonsense?
It's funny cause lately men be obnoxious,
Really? You mean to tell you think that I don't know that I ain't black?
Or that I don't know that usually Latin girls ain't really been all up in rap
I didn't know that my color or gender can be the preventer of gettin' on tracks.
Well really it's not, it's just a couple ignorant basic-ass people that say that
But they all wack and they got no swag and they all probably live with their mom and dad
And they probably broke and they got no chance
To ever do be doin' what I'm doin' and that's sad
Cause last time I checked they play Hip Hop in the hood
And I dare you to find a hood with no Latins in it because I don't think that you could.
See last time that I checked they play Hip Hop in the hood

[Intro]
We done came up
Everybody love 'em
On the regular
[Verse 1]
Lookin' at popular colored faces
Observing what my brothers faces in all races
Lost in generations before hatred
See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs
But keep it sacred G, f*ck a rat race, we take the cheese
Jack cheddar from the make believe
Break the trees on they eighth CD
Rocking the red and black lumberjack faithfully
I'm a Brooklyn n*gga, basically I grind with the grimiest
Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas
And vultures, don't worry what a verse will cost ya
From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya
I'm gonna spark it off unorthodox
Won't sign to no major if no wager
Less than a 3 million offer off the top
I'll be in a box with my coughin' drops
Why settle for a office spot?
N*ggas don't always make it off the block
Unless they extort rocks or support the cops
They still snitchin' - let me guess: that's your mannequin?
Leave 'em shook while you're standing and quit the shenanigans
Have you panicking, induce damages 'til you're vanishing
Words or tour probably resort top sea examinin'
This is for my real hip hop fans and 'em
I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC's in the post mortem
[Hook]
Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend
All I got is my Pros, I don't need no friends
Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
The only soul that won't sin
No he won't give in
Yo this world is bone chillin'
Make meals in hell's kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered, drop trees in my swishers,
And bring that back to my property wit' ya
[Verse 2]
It ain't easy being this royal
When you got this much going for you
It ain't hard to be disloyal
Comin' straight from the soil with lines that never coil
Start to think pretty off new career with this spoil
The kid is that sick so expect more coffins
I'm the chosen one so you can expect more offerings
I be sonning n*ggas so expect less offerings
Best rapper alive hear that line used less often
Word to God I'm the best offering
BMX like Hoffman
BMF like Ross man
Young boss, man, got Jimmy Fallon endorsements
From porches, to Porsches, getting portions of fortune
They said next up so I stepped up
Fly like I dressed up
B*tches try to hang like left nuts
Like orangutans in the west of
Of the mother land, but I've got the swank of no other man
Brother man
They can't understand
Pro Era boys pop rubber band
[Hook]
Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend
All I got is my Pros, I don't need no friends
Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
The only soul that won't sin
No he won't give in
Yo this world is bone chillin'
Make meals in hell's kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered, drop trees in my swishers,
And bring that back to my property wit' ya
[Outro]
Everybody love 'em
We done came up
I'ma spark it off unorthodox
They don't feel the name, but they say the music dope though
I'ma spark it off unorthodox