Gospel Rap; Parables

When it started we was downed by church fallacy As time went by we took on the appearance of being free But in reality we're not, we're still trapped in the shallow mentality of gospel rap These are the secrets of life, to some revealed Remain hidden so all can understand the truth concealed So, we journey, dropping theories of Christ grammatically, to awake those who sleep through lyrical caffeination Bona fide creations bore fruit through verbal knowledge, as the apparatus of seeds, on good soil, had fallen, but calling of Yet, y'all, into the beat, started to fade Ascending, approaching death as the roots reached the pavement Disciples of Christ, each reaching surface, blooming in season But autumn sparks a vacation, influenced by niggers we did duplicated Illustrations took form as gospel gangsters, exploited and victimised by industry-philes Awaiting anxiously, I see emcees bearing fruit to be collected Took root underground, as rats funnel through tunnels Direction emerging, surface submerged within the harvest Manifested by seeds of another that was invested Unlike the rest, through the rain and cold, we stood the test First ten, and twenty, then a hundred-fold blessed in this Well pleased, so on the Sabbath day we'll rest Six days, five seeds, prophesy is manifest Motivated by what's being illustrated by those who talk loud thereby bringing distortion to both my optical and audio senses, which are responsible for the mirage of skill you're still trying to keep real So, I'm here to manipulate or change the course of these events, to guide you toward the demise of your pretense Therefore my strategic positioning for this offensive attack is fueled by your burning desire for being whack So, how you react to this potentially volatile situation will conduct the symphony of sympathy you attract The skies peeled back, I rained down fact on this Grits track Static, air, hand-clap, whatever, I just rap You understand to ill-coined phrase "gospel-rapper," but yet you turn heads off, like the mechanics of a clapper, until now It's been a long time coming; now the sludge resides at the top, like Mr. Drummond Evident to the inner-eye, no longer discreet True motives get uncloaked, as words become concrete and tangible Though the brothers begin acting stranger, anti-ambassadors of one debuted in a manger Like orphans to the industry, nobody wants me Passed around by foster-labels, wondering if they plan to dump me One side is called "mainstream" but really I see no difference Where's the fifty percent ministry, fifty percent business? Currently it's ten/ninety with the latter always trailing, as the cross fades away with the realness of the nailing Getting over using spiritual parameters to evolve your level in society; that's what gospel means to me Rolling down the river of Christian emcees, wishing to knock them upside their heads with my oars, shatter their cores Blood trickled from the pores of the fickle Lose control from their fans, they being tickled Hot-steppers get their peppers pickled My question is this: how do you keep it real when you're synthetic? So pathetic, unlively, in more aid than H.I.V., The way I see things, you're doing more harm than help with chameleonic skills Latching on to flavours of the month for cheap thrills, arms floded on window sills Finding oddities you call commodities You false prodigies I'm judging, you're catching life sentences for your sodomy I touch a cloud through well endowed imagination Collaboration with pens sends your deejay on a permanent vacation See, I dapple in work-placements, some kind of scrabble-type shaping Fragments into stories, resulting in sky-scarping I be taking lashes from them cats who cannot do the same Fooling secular psychos with no shame, proclaiming Christ's name Irregular writer or knights, I mean the mediocre artists The spots I be in, the so-called hardest Christian rappers be discarded And it's odd, when I catch their shows, they claim they ain't no joke But your people map project blowed, and they be in the back straight taking notes Fool, I rock both; my pendulum swings on each arena I'm elevating gospel rap from Nashville to West Covina Now, when it started we was downed by church fallacy As time went by we took on the appearance of being free But in reality we're not, we're still trapped in the shallow mentality of gospel rap When it started we was downed by church fallacy As time went by we took on the appearance of being free But in reality we're not, we're still trapped in the shallow mentality of gospel rap When it started we was downed by church fallacy As time went by we took on the appearance of being free But in reality we're not, we're still trapped in the shallow mentality of gospel rap When it started we was downed by church fallacy As time went by we took on the appearance of being free But in reality we're not, we're still trapped in the shallow mentality of gospel rap