Misconceptions 3
(专辑: Church Clothes 3 - 2016)
[John Givez:] Fictitious foolies got me on a
sick one I'm still from Tha Side ready to die for the
mission Or meditate it, then I
levitated Elevated, celebrated You should celebrate it, this is that embedded greatness Good, good God I'm a
mad man, mathematics, statics Stealing the
stars I'm a
bad man, bask into battle I'm a
battered mad hatter with the
earth on a
platter Meek and mild 'til I
get freaking wild It's a
misconception messing with your intellect I
reckon it'll be neck and neck Before I
let the
deck eject the
message This is not a
warning, this is what you wanted on the
table 'Crae, let 'em know the
lil' homie willing and able It's Givez [JGivens:] Vegas, get active Flipping your city like gentrification all in the
ghetto upon a
dirty mattress Word to that sister actress Nevada gets it cracking It's hot and J
got a
jacket We'll peddle back if you asking if love's a
long practice Full metal jacket dually known as a
banana clip when rapping That's a
loaded magazine of ammunition Plan out snippets so these magazines don't go bananas Over loaded clips or flows floating Only showing sinking ships 10% of why he's frozen Let it go, it's hotter than sprinters in Arizona Juxtapose 'em to a
snowman in Nova Scotia It's rap's Christopher Nolan Picture me rolling, pistol emoji, blaow! This a
misconception triple threat Did Givens flex? Still a
Christian? Yep Don't need acknowledgement, just respect the
conglomerate Double tap it and follow it They shocked to see us like Donald Trump up in a
taqueria Watching Evita, crying over Argentina Or Maria dominating Serena I'm tryna find a
big homie for Slim Jesus Thesis of a
new hope More hardcore than Star Wars part four rated R
Or Rosa Parks or feet kicked off the
bus exiting starboard Light saves like a
time change Hands up and down like a
sine wave Gospel be the
humble, don't sleep the
beast is a
mind frame [Jackie Hill Perry:] They told me that rap was stacked Is it tracks, is it facts? Is it trap, is it rats? When metaphors, you ready for the
medics stored inside it Is it similes or violence? Is it sympathy or similar The
sinner's lord's inside 'em The
problem ain't wordplay I
get schizophrenic with sitting, straight jacking the
beat Blood all on it, hashtag A
dracula scheme, trick or treat It ain't magic, I'ma vanish when I
pass to the
team 32, half that Grab a
16 and let us shoot Betty Boop wit the
black top I'm a
mascot for tryna tell the
truth Locks all in my head, ain't no chain that I
hang from But He hang from where I
came from, that's death Guess what, I
ain't done I'm rapping Beneath it is Jesus reaching for actors Living halle', add the
'lujah with the
asterisk Correction, then bury the
body under the
mattress Living my dream while you sleeping in different caskets [Lecrae:] Look, I
was created to make a
statement A
sentence sent us to earth on this mission Tryna make a
way for my siblings Brothers and sisters who drinking Out of them cisterns with cracks in 'em Listen but lack hearing Who looking but lack vision Initially made in the
Lord's image, dynamic Nothing lacking, magic couldn't make it happen Look at us, you hear us rapping That ain't complaining but how can they be mad at all? King dreamed a
dream but we seen scenes that'll make us awe Change the
channel, we channel all of this energy Pretend to be savages, we ravage our so-called enemies That look like us But it look like us ain't gon' make it less we shake it We can't look back much Turned around to give a
helping hand I'm like, "Man, they gon' make it, making baking soda boiling inside these pans" Now they're wondering, is it rap or is it Gospel? Look all you need to know is I
was dead, now I'm not though Real recognizing real, and if they don't love me like Pac They better respect how I'm moving and that I'm never gon' stop I
hit my pastor on the
cell, I
said, "I'm catching hell" Well, what you think they did to Jesus? Only time will tell Can't believe we rap about the
faith and people like the
sound We out here working in the
streets, you better ask around Tell them other rappers we don't want it, they can have the
crown They have to lay it down when you hear that trumpet sound We know who got the
keys to the
kingdom When the
King come, crown Him, and your king dumb if his kingdom ain't bout Him Say it with your chest, when the
bishop is the
king and the
knight The
queen get the
rest I'm the
only pawn that's on one, back in '01 I
was wishing labels signed me, but now I
own one That ain't bragging, that's just motivation Get your education, this industry overrated, Satan-saturated Folk be lying to your face, and saying they glad you made it Turn your back and you can hear 'em hating in they conversation Ooh, snake face with the
same bait And the
same fate, fate, fate, that get your face ate(8)08 bass Nah, base like the
base plate How you running home? You ain't in that zone, they don't let it slide You ain't safe Wonder how do we survive in this suicide, do or die jungle? Let the
Spirit lead like He want to Yeah, Misconceptions 3
Come and mess with we, yeah Givens, Givez, Jackie, 'Crae, we out