[Intro] Yeah Uh Turn that up [record crackle] We gon’ praise like this
[Verse 1] Sunday shoes on the concrete Mama hummin’ while the line wraps Deacon dappin’ at the front door Kids breakdance in the stained glass
Got a sermon in my notebook Ink bleeds through the ruled page Turntables on the altar steps Choir robes swinging when the beat plays
Hands up like a bus stop Testimony on the downbeat Grace in a breakbeat rhythm Saints two-steppin’ in the front seats
[Chorus] Dust on the vinyl Hands in the air Shoutin’ “hallelujah” like we don’t care Scratches singin’ with the choir’s prayer God in the groove Yeah God right there Dust on the vinyl Hands in the air
[Verse 2] I remember ramen on the stove top Dad gone Bills in a stack Grandma laid palms on my forehead Said “Baby He gon’ bring you back”
Now I’m spittin’ peace where the hurt live Corner store Same old crew Pass a little love in a paper cup Tell ’em “If He did it for me He’ll do it for you”
[low vocal register] Every scar got a rhythm Every tear got a bass line [DJ scratch: “Faith…faith…”] Yeah We loop that hope till it stay in your mind
[Chorus] Dust on the vinyl Hands in the air Shoutin’ “hallelujah” like we don’t care Scratches singin’ with the choir’s prayer God in the groove Yeah God right there Dust on the vinyl Hands in the air
[Bridge] [call-and-response] Leader: When the beat break down Who you trust? Crowd: Jesus! Leader: When you feel that weight Who gon’ lift us up? Crowd: Jesus!
[whispered vocals] From the block to the balcony From the bench to the back seat He remixed my broken heart Turned my pain into a backbeat
[crescendo] Oh We clap on the one Two Feet stomp on the church floor DJ cut that past out God fade in a brand-new score (yeah, yeah)
[Chorus] Dust on the vinyl Hands in the air
Musikstil
Golden-era boom bap with live church band: dusty drum breaks, chopped choir samples, and DJ scratches weaving around a warm bassline. Male vocals riding the pocket like 90s rap cadences on the verses, call-and-response group shouts on the hook. Organ stabs and muted guitar riffs in the gaps, crowd claps swelling into a big, hands-up final chorus., gospel