^{Jim Valvano speech at the 1993 ESPY Awards:} Time, time is very precious to me. I don't know how much I have left and I have some things I would like to say. Hopefully at the end I'll have something that will be important to other people too. ^Geologic: Stand up, sit down, stand up again Morse Code sent to God, are you listening? He must have been too busy fixing other shit No call, no response shows the opposite We confess to the man who was faceless I still do the same but to thousands of strangers Went through some changes, some said I'm faithless 'Cause I replaced the altar with a basement I often fought the explanation of where people go when their bodies let go of the soul Does it just turn cold? Or do we get judged and told where to go? And if so, how the fuck would you know if nobody came back and said I'm telling you, bro? I could never get past the shit that was spit out the pastor's lips And the rapper's started making more sense I guess that's the reason that some people cringe when they kids get a hold of my shit If the grip of a God is insistent on not questioning if he truly exists No wonder that I got caught up in the music it filled my spirit to the brim, amen Motha fucker ^Macklemore: This is my offering card The only thing I have to offer is bars The only time I felt like I was talking to God Was in my Walkman walking with Nas Alright see I be going to Sunday school every week In the back trying to read, but see that something was off Maybe it was 'cause I was trying to huddle in the yard Preacher didn't connect when he would mumble the Psalms I was in my head and I was bustin' with Pac Takin' off my wifebeater and getting drunk in the park After that part, I found God, it wasn't Jesus Some psilocybin and the ink released him I began to hold communion every time my music came out the speakers I used it And it fuled my movement I believed in, voice of reason, just me and my Adidas And I could achieve it, I put my hand over my heart, pledge allegiance I solemnly swear by the faith that raised my since Kool Herc dropped the needle The South Bronx, that's hip-hop's Egypt The word of our God is manipulated and twisted by the same system That is infiltrated and falsely interpreted Jesus One life, one love, one God, It's us, treated your neighbor how you would want to be treated The universal laws of God, don't look too far it's right here, us human beings The spirits right here and I don't have to see it Now every time I want to connect with God I put my headphones on Then I nod, grab my pen, my pad, let it seep in, in And that's my process And God's always watching Got God in my Walkman Go ahead and top that