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Fictitious foolies got me on a sick one I'm still from the side, ready to die for the mission Or meditate it, then I levitated, elevated, celebrated You should celebrate it, this is that and better greatness Good, good God I'm a mad man, mathematics, statics, [still]? in 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 till I get freaking wild It's a misconception messing 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 willing and able It's Givez Vegas, get active Flipping your city like gentrification all in the ghetto up on a dirty mattress Word to that Sister Act-ress Nevada gets it crackin' It's hot and J got a jacket ??? a long practice Full metal jacket dually known as a banana clip Load magazine of ammunition Magazines don't go bananas overloaded clips SongtexteSinking ships ten-percenter It's hotter than sprinters in Arizona Juxtapose 'em to a snowman in Nova Scotia It's Rap's Christopher Nolan Picture me rolling, 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 Watching Evita crying over Argentina Or Maria dominating Serena I'm trying to find a big homie for Slim Jesus Thesis of a New Hope More hardcore than Star Wars Part IV rated R or Rosa Parks or feet kicked off the bus exiting 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 the rap was stacked Is it tracks? Is it facts? Is it trap? Is it rats? When metaphors, you ready for The medics stored inside me Is ??? or violence Is it sympathy or ??? The sinners lords inside them The problem ain't wordplay I get schizophrenic sitting when straight jacking a beat Blood all on me, hashtag Dracula scheme Trick or treat It ain't magic Imma vanish when I pass to the team 32, half that Grab a 16 and let us shoot Betty Boo 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, reaching for actors Living Halle' Add the luyah 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, sinister earth on this mission Trying to make a way for my siblings Brothers and sisters who drinking Out of them cisterns with cracks in 'em Listen but lack hearing Who looking but lack vision Initially made in the Lord's image: dynamic Nothing lacking, magic couldn't make it happen Look at us, you hear us rapping, uh 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 gonna 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, making 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 and now I'm not, though Real recognizing real, and if they don't love me like Pac They better respect how I'm moving 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 of people like the sound We out here working 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 Say it with your chess, 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 wishing labels signed me, but now I own one That ain't bragging, that's just motivation Get your education, this industry overrated Say this saturated Lying to your face, saying they glad you made it Turn your back and you can hear 'em hating in they conversation Ooo, snake face With the same bait And the same fate That'll get your face ate 808 bass Nah, base like the base plate How you running home? You ain't in that zone They don't let it slide You ain't safe Wondering 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 Aus Songtexte Mania