Y'all ain't tryna slapbox with bars,
Feathers getting ruffled
Hope your beats match your bars,
Sonic and Knuckles
You want transparent, look I'mma give you see through
I done got some Christian rap albums I should skeet shoot
But these Christians tryna to rap is so sensitive
Tell em get better, and they pout it's so ridiculous
Yall makin music just to keep the kids hyper
Imma writer, poet with a touch of Norman Geisler
But I started from the bottom, find me workin on my craft
BJ made me freestyle, I always went last
I was 15 when they told me I was weak
Kam, Chris, Bird caught me rappin off beat
Motivation jump started me, rap became a part of me-parallel the fact the Word of God added sharpening

Hold up
Hold up

Now I'm just cooling-this is recreation
All them blood sweat and tears done turned to second nature
Now it's automatic, stead of dogmatic- this ain't no game of thrones, y'all pretty boys can have it
I'm tryna find a witness
Casting lines for the fishes
For the rappers still convinced that our God is monolithic
Not evangelistic, I think music is
a bridge
Just my opinion y'all can leave it where it is
I been spending time studying the art form
Its like we forgot why we even use the arts for
All this competition, compromises product
Up in Sears tryna find your size in Prada
Consciences is seared call me McAfee, the virus is in apathy
half our innovation's from the Japanese
It's like we got some second hand swag-but
God bless America's merchandising flag
Yeah they got me too, tryna fight against the system
If I'm dissin, I ain't distant, I been way too superficial
Tryna be a Christian while I'm battling my vanity
Try not to buy kicks, so I can give financially
Yeah I hear the Spirit but my nature so bossy
I ain't read Radical, I know what it's gon cost me

Hold up
Hold up
Hold up

Yeah that's the ugly, you can take it with the pretty
Or just judge me, you can miss me with your immature committees
You can find me snickering, chewing on some licorice
I'm so cool they put my lyrics on they Pinterest
There I go, nah y'all ain't praying for me
A former legalist, in need of grace to help support me
Still, if I'm listening to secular I'm studying
Ain't lookin for no artists I can get all buddy-buddy with
They tryna get your worldview slanted
I know I keep ranting, but the consequence is rampant
Can't believe they market these fiascos
It's like they want you see, just so you keep your eyes closed
I'm reading Tennyson, while I'm eating venison
This worlds full of Jacobs, all bout they Benjamin's
If you aint catch it, homie I'm just venting
Clearing out the air ducts, firming up conviction
Hope it's like Vicks on your chest
When it's all over find me taking deep breaths...