[Verse 1: 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
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
[Verse 2: Jgivens]
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
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 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
[Verse 3: Jackie Hill Perry]
They told me that rap was stacked
Is it tracks, is it facts?
Is it trap, is it rats?
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
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
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
[Verse 4: 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 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 '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
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, fate, fate
that get your face ate (8) 08 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