Misconceptions 3

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 Stealin' 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 freakin' wild It's a misconception messin' 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 willin' and able It's Givez Vegas, get active Flippin' your city like gentrification all in the ghetto upon a dirty mattress Word to that sister actress Nevada gets it crackin' It’s hot and J got a jacket We'll peddle back if you askin' if love's a long practice Full metal jacket dually known as a banana clip when rappin' That's a loaded magazine of ammunition Plan out snippets so these magazines don't go bananas Over loaded clips or flows floatin' Only showin' sinkin' ships ten percent 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 rollin', 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 Watchin' Evita, cryin' over Argentina Or Maria dominatin' 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 exitin' 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 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 sittin', straight jackin' 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 Thirty-two half that Grab a 16 and let us shoot Betty Boop wit the black top I’m a mascot for the dreaded 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 rappin' Beneath it is Jesus reachin' for actors Living halle', add the 'lujah with the asterisk Correction, then bury the body under the mattress Livin' my dream while you sleepin' in different caskets 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 drinkin' Out of them cisterns with cracks in 'em Listen but lack hearin' Who lookin' but lack vision Initially made in the Lord's image, dynamic Nothing lackin', magic couldn't make it happen Look at us, you hear us rappin' 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, makin' 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 movin' 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 workin' 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 two thousand and one I was wishin' labels signed me, but now I own one That ain't braggin', that's just motivation Get your education, this industry overrated, Satan-saturated Folk be lyin' to your face, and sayin' they glad you made it Turn your back and you can hear 'em hatin' in they conversation Oh, snake face with the same bait And the same fate, fate, fate, that get your face ate, zero-eight bass Nah, base like the base plate How you runnin' 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