Gospel Rap Parables

<p>[HOOK]<br/>When it started we was down by church fallacy<br/>As time went by we took on the appearance of being free<br/>But in reality we&#x27;re not<br/>We&#x27;re still trapped in the shallow mentality of Gospel Rap<br/><br/>[VERSE 1]<br/>These are the secrets of life, to some revealed<br/>Remain hidden so that all understand, the truth concealed<br/>So we journey, dropping theories of Christ grammatically<br/>To awaken those who sleep through lyrical caffeination<br/>Bona fide creations bore fruit through verbal knowledge<br/>As the apparatus of seeds on good soil had fallen<br/>But callings of yes y&#x27;alling till the beat started to fade<br/>Ascending, approaching death, as the roots reached the pavement<br/>Disciples of Christ&#x27;s teachings, sick surface blooming in season<br/>But autumn sparks a vacation, influenced by niggers weeded<br/>Duplicated illustrations, took form as gospel gangsters<br/>Exploited and victimised by industry-philes awaiting<br/>Anxiously, I see emcees bear fruit to be collected<br/>Took root underground, as rats funnel through tunnels<br/>Direction emerging, surface submerged within the harvest<br/>Manifested by seeds of another that was invested<br/>Unlike the rest, through the rain and cold we stood the test<br/>First ten and twenty, then a hundred-fold blessed<br/>In this, well pleased, so on the Sabbath day we&#x27;ll rest<br/>Six days, five seeds, prophesy is manifest<br/>[VERSE 2]<br/>Motivated by what&#x27;s being illustrated<br/>By those who talk loud thereby bringing distortion<br/>To both my optical and audio senses which are responsible<br/>For the mirage of skill, you still trying to keep real<br/>So I&#x27;m here to manipulate or change the course of these events<br/>To guide you toward the demise of your pretense<br/>Therefore my strategic positioning for this offensive attack<br/>Is fueled by your burning desire for being whack<br/>So how you react to this potentially volatile situation<br/>Will conduct the symphony of sympathy you attract<br/>The skies peeled back, I rain down fact on this Grits track<br/>Static, air, hand-clap, whatever, I just rap<br/><br/>[VERSE 3]<br/>You understand the ill-coined phrase, gospel-rapper<br/>But yet you turn heads off like the mechanics of a clapper<br/>Until now it&#x27;s been a long time coming<br/>Now the sludge resides at the top like Mr. Drummond<br/>Evident to the inner-eye, no longer discreet<br/>True motives get uncloaked, as words become concrete<br/>And tangible, though the brothers begin acting stranger<br/>Anti-ambassadors of one debuted in a manger<br/>Like orphans to the industry, nobody wants me<br/>Passed around by foster-labels wondering if they plan to dump me<br/>One side is called mainstream but really I see no difference<br/>Where&#x27;s the fifty percent ministry, fifty percent business?<br/>Currently it&#x27;s 10/90 with the latter always trailing<br/>As the cross fades away with the realness of the nailing<br/>[VERSE 4]<br/>Getting Over using Spiritual Parameters to Evolve your Level<br/>In society, that&#x27;s what GOSPEL means to me<br/>(Rolling down the river) of Christian emcees<br/>Wishing to knock em upside their heads with my oars<br/>Shatter their chords, blood trickles from the pores of the fickle<br/>Lose control from their fans, they being tickled<br/>Hot-steppers get their peppers pickled<br/>My question is this, how do you keep it real when you synthetic<br/>So pathetic, unlively, eating more aid than H-I-V<br/>The way I see things<br/>You doing more harm than help with chameleonic skills<br/>Latching on to flavours of the month for cheap thrills<br/>Arms folded on window sills<br/>Finding oddities you call commodities<br/>You false prodigies, I&#x27;m judging<br/>You catching life sentences for your sodomy<br/><br/>[VERSE 5]<br/>I touch a cloud through well endowed imagination<br/>Collaboration with pens sends your DJ on a permanent vacation<br/>See I dabble in word placements<br/>Some kind of scrabble-type shaping<br/>Fragments into stories, resulting in sky-scarping<br/>I be taking lashes from them cats who cannot do the same<br/>Fooling secular psychos with no shame, proclaiming Christ&#x27;s name<br/>Irregular writer on mics, I maim the mediocre artists<br/>The spots I be in, the so-called hardest Christian rappers be discarded<br/>And it&#x27;s odd, when I catch their shows, they claim they ain&#x27;t no joke<br/>But your people mad, project blowed, and they be in the back straight taking notes<br/>Fool, I rock both, my pendulum swings on each arena<br/>I&#x27;m elevating Gospel Rap from Nashville to West Covina