Clear The Air

I’m all good for a rendezvous

You give me the time and place

But I’m not really tryna battle you

We just need to set it straight

Yo, I know I’ll never make the hip hop hit list

Cause I’m at the top of they hit list

And I ain't tryna make Hip Hop Christian

To get them out is the only reason I’m in this

Game over, y’all cats is out of lives

Curiosity killed you like 9 times

Figure of speech, yo, figured I’d preach through rapping

Audience of One, Lord, I see You clapping

I see you Captain on this ship called fellow

I was on it the moment my lips parted: Hello!

Goodbye, man, I’m on to green acres

But some like it hot on they Norma Jean Baker

Yo yo, yo you can serve bread like a baker

Or you can serve God, I’m on the ladder like Jacob

This ain't the grocery line, paper or plastic

It’s hot or cold, ice cubes or ashes

Uh, to be quiet I refuse

Word of God is a blade, split a diamond like a deuce

Yo, and winner ain't a word I use

I already won, dog, how can I lose?

Steps been ordered, I ain’t even choose

Devil on the bottom, shining my shoes

Devil wears Prada, tryna be a muse

Muse of the genre, but I am not amused

Listen, I’m a museum of art

As you see it, you ought to see Him

That’s why my subject matter

Number one, must matter

So it might as well be Him

Not me, no, not even a little bit

My environment eyeing it, they don’t know what Im dealing with

They don’t know how I’m feeling, when I’m alone I’m equivalent to

Villainous, venomous, every day is a wilderness (let's get it)

Uh, the carnal- minded will be militant

Like: I ain't feeling this! Talk about some real events

They ain't’ tryna hear no scriptures, dog

You sounding too religious with them mitzvah bars

Homie, I been where they are and I live in they land

But I’m tryna win souls, you just tryna win fans

Blind leading the blind, Stevie Wonderland

Couldn’t keep it a hundred if you had 20 hands

Jesus, this alliance was a bad move

Cause Hip Hop made the best of us act fools

Never forget, the devil been tactful

Since Eve got mac’d with a apple

Yo, and I'ma get heat for this statement

But, it’s all good, I’m not the judge, just the plaintiff

Soon to be the defendant when they listen to the playlist

But, it’s all love, let’s get acquainted

I'ma keep praying for the Church Clothes mix tape

And, Imma keep praying that the church don’t diss Crae’

Imma keep praying that the world gon’ get saved

You don’t hear that in Hip Hop, they just tryna get paid

They just wanna big name: Ay, you heard that Chris Gray?

Um, if it ain't Jesus, then it’s coming down

That’s why my sub-culture is underground

So, come closer don’t just come around, uh

Yo, allow me if I may

To clear the air of this dust called us

We got beef in the Body and we keep getting haughty

So for me living Godly is a must, I must

And I ain't’ spend 10 years plus

Sleeping on my dreams like a narcoleptic

No, I’m a architect and I can get with the best of ‘em

But I don’t write in print like the rest of ‘em, move

I’m all good for a rendezvous

You give me the time and place

But I’m not really tryna battle you

We just need to set it straight

I’m all good for a rendezvous

You give me the time and place

But I’m not really tryna battle you

We just need to set it straight