Clear The Air

[Hook: Christon Gray] 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 [Verse 1: Christon Gray] 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 latter (ladder) like Jacob This ain't the grocery line, paper of 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 Imma 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 Imma 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 [Hook]