Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Misconception Pt. 2, artist - Lecrae. Album song Church Clothes 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.11.2013
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
Misconception Pt. 2 |
| One woman in my living quarters |
| And I ain’t throwing dollars to a side chick |
| Ciroc didn’t play a part at all |
| I comb through it and this the woman that I picked |
| Wedding band on the left hand |
| Head first into the moshpit |
| And when that Marvin come on I don’t have to be cautious |
| You messin' up that good music when you add the Consequence |
| Tryin' find forever minus God use your Common Sense |
| We set fire to your box, keep your four squares |
| I hear you hating from the crowd screaming, «4 Squares!» |
| Yeah we Christian that’s neither here nor there |
| The track still getting chewed up, homie four pairs |
| We say they missing out and that don’t make no sense, eh? |
| YOLO’s a no show for repeat, we syndicate |
| Following their passions while we following the Master |
| So we sorta kinda imitate following what Sensei |
| Synonym, sin in ‘em |
| And its the sin in us if we keep it Benjamin |
| But the difference is that this life didn’t pleasure us |
| Tried to let it rule us but that ruler didn’t measure up |
| So they question us living as king |
| «How He change your name to peace?», you ain’t get the metaphor |
| Let me write it down life’s more than spinning wheels |
| Christ bought the foul, you can pick that letter up |
| We’re flawless and we think we’re better |
| Its official got it all together |
| We don’t want em getting the wrong impressions |
| Cause that ain’t real thats a misconception |
| Been a struggle only Jesus kept us |
| And we still fall, so its hard to get up |
| We don’t want em getting the wrong impressions |
| Cause this is real ain’t no misconception |
| Got a girl on my arm but thats my wife though |
| And I don’t need a side piece, I don’t like those |
| Lil' mama working that body why she’s eyes closed |
| Say his pockets way too fat they need lipo |
| Twenty racks make it rain sparkles on them bottles |
| Lift em up, shorty bad, she look like a model |
| Rollin up, smoking loud, this is what we follow |
| Past that, looking back things are kind of hollow |
| I never be slaved to them O’s and commas |
| Or that Gucci, Polo, Louis Vuitton, and Balenciaga |
| And miss me all together you talkin' squeezing that llama |
| We Live As Kings only mean we living to please the Father |
| Don’t approach me, better unproach me |
| My words were so killer even the gun quotes me, steel |
| Battle rappers murder, they probably quote me still |
| So sorry that I hurt em, and yo I hope they heal |
| Had to peel appeal 'em was the mirage |
| But homie that wasn’t real they still live in they garage |
| They got trend setters and hell raisers |
| We stay in our own lane we trailblazers |
| We all trail, we all failing constantly |
| Easy, thats a tall tale, apostrophe |
| But we playing to lose all, a new sport |
| So tell 'em we bruise hard |
| We’re flawless and we think we’re better |
| Its official got it all together |
| We don’t want em getting the wrong impressions |
| Cause that ain’t real thats a misconception |
| Been a struggle only Jesus kept us |
| And we still fall, so its hard to get up |
| We don’t want em getting the wrong impressions |
| Cause this is real ain’t no misconception |
| They throw stones, I just pick em up and build (somethin') |
| I write in braille so these listeners can feel (somethin') |
| I guess they figured if they kill us then we’ll cease |
| They forgot this problem started when they crucified our leader (frontin') |
| And who is we? |
| We just some raggedy believers |
| Some hip-hop hybrids who married Mother Teresa (huh?) |
| So they think but they don’t get to know me |
| They throw me out their circles for being a square (lonely) |
| Homie out the abundance of my heart, you hear my art speak |
| And I don’t fit in your genre, don’t try to box me |
| But punch me in, I’m tryna give this beat a beating |
| Pleading with your eardrums until they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus) |
| But wait I know you think this here is gospel rapping |
| Its more like bringing balance, these rap scales full of crack and |
| The streets told me real killers move in silence |
| Then how come all these rappers out here talking violent (shhh) |
| But lets take all your preconceptions or your misconceptions |
| That I’m something other than you with a different direction |
| I’m south side Chicago, I’m southwest Atlanta |
| I’m Compton with manners, I’m good truth and bad grammar |
| We’re flawless and we think we’re better |
| Its official got it all together |
| We don’t want em getting the wrong impressions |
| Cause that ain’t real thats a misconception |
| Been a struggle only Jesus kept us |
| And we still fall, so its hard to get up |
| We don’t want em getting the wrong impressions |
| Cause this is real ain’t no misconception |