When it started we was down by,
church fallacy as time went by
We took on the appearance of being fit,
but in reality we're not
We're still trapped in the shallow
mentality of gospel rap
These are the secrets of life,
to some reveal remain
Hidden so that all understand,
the truth concealed
So we journey dropping theories of
Christ, grammatically
To awaken those who sleep,
through lyrical caffeination
Bonafide creations bore fruit,
through verbal knowledge
As the apparatus of seeds
on good soil had fallen
But callings of yes,
y 'all into the beat started to fade
Ascending, approaching death,
as the roots reached the pavement
Disciples of
Christ's teachings took surface,
blooming in seasons
But autumn sparked suffocation,
influenced by niggas weeded
Duplicated illustrations,
took form as gospel dangers
Ex ploited and victimized by
industry files of waging
Anxiously I see emcees bear
fruit to be collected
Took root, underground,
as rats funneled through tunnels
Direction, emerging surface,
submerged within the harvest
Manifested by seeds of
another that was infested
Unlike the rest, through the rain
and cold we stood the test
First ten and twenty,
then a hundred fold less
In this, well pleased, so on the
Sabbath they will rest
Six days, five seeds,
prophecy is manifest
Motivated by what's being illustrated
By those who talk loud,
thereby bringing distortion
To both my optical and audio senses
Which are responsible
for the mirage of skill
You still tryin' to keep real,
so I'm here to connect
You laid or changed the
course of these events
To guide you toward the demise
of your pretense
Therefore my strategic positioning
for this offensive attack
Is fueled by your burning
desire for being whack
So how you react to this po
tentially volatile situation
Will conduct the symphony
of sympathy you attract
The sky's peeled back,
I'll write down fact on this rich track
Static, air, pan, clap,
whatever, I just rap
You understand me ill coined phrase,
gospel rapper
By it you turn heads off like the
mechanics of a clapper
Until now, it's been a long time coming
Now the sludge resides at the top like
Mr.
Drum
And evident to the inner eye,
no longer discreet
True motives get unclothed as words
become concrete and tangible
Though the brothers begin acting stranger
Anti -ambassadors of one
debuted in a major
Like orphans to the industry,
nobody wants me
Passed around by foster labels won
dering if they plan to dump me
One side is called mainstream,
but really I see no difference
Where's the 50 % ministry,
50 % business?
Currently it's 1090,
with the latter always trailing
As the cross fades away with the
realness of the nailing
Getting over using spiritual parameters
to evolve your level in society
That's what gospel means to me
Rolling down the river of
Christian seeds
Wishing to knock them upside their heads with my oars,
shatter their cords
Blood trickles from the
pores of the fickle
Lose control from they fancy being tickled
How steppers get their peppers peckled?
My question is this
How do you keep it real
when you synthetic?
So pathetic, unlikely eating more eight than
HIV
The way I see things
You're doing more harm than help
with chameleonic skills
Latching on to flavors of the month
for cheap thrills
Arms folded on window sills
Finding oddities, you call commodities
You false prodigies, I'm judging
You're catching life's sen
tences for your sodomy
I clutch a cloud through well
-endowed imagination
Collaboration with
Penn sends your
DJ on a permanent vacation
I dabble in word placement,
some kind of
Scrabble type shapin'
Fragments into stories, rezontian skyscrapin' I
be takin' lashes from them cats who cannot
do the same
Rulin' secular cyphers with no shame,
proclaimin'
Christ's name
Irregular writer on mics,
I'm named the mediocre
artist
The spots I be in the so
-called hardest,
Christian rappers be discarded
An d it's odd,
when I catch they shows, they
claim they ain't no joke
But two people,
Matt
Project, blowed, and
they be in the back straight takin' notes
Fool, I rock both,
my pendulum swings on each
arena I'm elevatin' gospel rap from
Nashville
Now when it started we was bound by church fallacy,
as time went by we took on the appearance
of being free, but in reality we're not,
we're still trapped in the shallow mentality of
gospel rap.
When it started we was bound by church fallacy,
as time went by we took on the appearance
Our are being free
But in reality we're not
We're still trapped in
the shallow mentality
Of gospel rap
When it started, we was bound
By
church fallacy
As time went by we took on the
appearance of being free
But in reality we're not
We're still trapped in the
shallow mentality of gospel rap
Grits 
