Misconceptions 3

[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

Elevated, celebrated

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

It's givez

[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 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 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?

When metaphors, 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

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

[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, 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, 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

[Outro: Lecrae]

Yeah, misconceptions 3

Come and mess with we, yeah

Givens, givez, jackie, 'crae, we out