Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Misconceptions 3 , by - Lecrae. Song from the album Church Clothes 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.01.2016
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
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, mathematic-static |
| Still in the stars |
| I’m a bad man, bask in the 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 |
| Pull petals 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 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 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 sore 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 to rap: what’s that? |
| Is it tracks, is it facts? |
| Is it trap, is it rats? |
| What metaphor? |
| Is you ready for the medic 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, #DraculaScheme, 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 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' |
| Now they complaining but how can they be mad at all? |
| King dreamed a dream but we seen scenes that’ll make us all |
| 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 '01 |
| 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 |
| Ooh, snake face with the same bait and the same fate |
| Fake faith will 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 |