100 Bars pt. 3

[Intro] Yo, J, yo, yo, J Yo, you gon' have to wake up, son They waitin' on you [Verse 1] A truth defier, abusive liar 'til my youth expired Used and tired, soul beggin' for a new provider I fornicated head first into a pool of fire like a scuba diver And wore more rubber than an average Uber driver's use of tires A tiny pint, eatin' Mike & Ike's Ridin' bikes and flyin' kites in Clayton County Smackin' dudes when they surround me Smokin' weed in vacant housing Folks in GTA be clownin' Open season, chasin' bounties Hopin' we can make it out I spit for Christ and never sympathize Flow is holy oil, more greasy than flippin' burgers and dippin' fries Hear of murders, I'm rippin' guys I eat so many fake rappers in my sleep when I wake up I'll be a different size Gon' need a tutor trying to decipher through these witty lines Couldn't be the future if you was Mekhi Phifer in his freakin' prime The devil's a freakin' loser Him and all of his demon troopers I tell him to eat the Ruger if ever he mention mine Christian rappers dissin' Christian rappers, dissin' peers In the end we kin, promise I would never diss a peer like JGivens' chin What's the mission then? Set this city on fire with more matches than some infant twins I'm a fresh early comer Ain't stoppin' 'til my neck's buried under a thousand pounds of wet dirt and lumber I'm on my way to that golden state & This is part three, guess I'm goin' 3 and 0 like Steph Curry number Y'all think this my best, y'all wrong I've been slept on longer than a two star hotel bed with the headboard gone and sweat all on it I done reached out to y'all like I'm Stretch Armstrong But y'all looking at me sideways like somethin' in your neck gone wrong What the heck y'all on? But if I make it next y'all gon' text my phone like you're the next doggone Kanye West Y'all dumb if y'all think I'm tryna impress y'all some Cause when the checks all gone You couldn't shoot your way into heaven with a AK-47 and a Teflon on [Verse 2] So, let's go on I know you workin' hard, but just hold on Four day jobs to snag seven retro 1's But won't thank God for the last breath the left yo lungs I'mma wreck yo fun, the devil's dumb My studio is the only location hell won't come Think you grinding but compared to the One we prepare yokes on Your bizz small (Bismol) like the Pepto son In my sleep I would dream of singin' with Tina Marie Now I eat with people who speak of believing in me My team'll preach to the evil creeping in Egypt and Greece And we can bring enough heat to defeat Vegeta you see It's easy to me So many people need to be free Like the piece of cheese between the crease in your teeth The TV screen is a medium demons seek to release A whole fleet of secretive keys to defeat the weakest of sheep Ahead of my time I graduated in yo mom's class And I ain't need no hall pass Teacher making sure we all passed Better hope I fall fast See I don't want to be the man Cause y'all be on demand (on the man) like Comcast Been a long time since I saw cash But my God covers the broke like an arm cast Traded purple and gold for Bull that went over they head like a Pau Gasol pass If all's well Why stand in more hell? When tall nails spike hands for your bail Don't got wealth but my brand is known well It's in the top shelf of night stands in hotels His palm catches my plans like Odell I'm all cheffin' gigantic dope meals But y'all rather five cans of road kill From lost rappers buyin' pants with soul deals [Verse 3] As fans of these rappers We just wait to eat the music they sell (feed me) Waiting on they album like they probably cooking me some caviar spruced with some snails (feed me) But what they make is weak It's just some bacon grease infused with some gel The average human can tell But you've been sittin' there so long you got used to the smell I got some trueness to tell Let's take it back to when Lucifer fell (teach me) He was the most beautiful angel his body was home to where music indwelled It was music that made him so beautiful Spittin' out bars like his tooth was in jail Then he started thinkin' that he could be God That's when he was rebuked and expelled But before he fell he spoke to the angels up there to confuse and compel them One final attempt to steal glory from God, he made up the untruest of tales and Said he was a god and he blinded their eyes with his music like using a veil and One third of the angels believed and Pursuing his trail they got booted as well and Got sent to the Earth like he's like a lion just roaming and moving his tail and Now those angels are demons and they have conformed and committed to do what he tells them He's so stupid he's doin' the same thing he did up in heaven and you couldn't tell But instead of getting angels to Earth, now he's tryna get humans to hell [Bridge] The music in your radio is big, big Bigger than you ever knew I promise I'mma tell the truth kids I'll say a prayer to cover you my friend But I can't get to heaven for you Young people sick of death they want to live It's heaviness in every school, you profit but they steady losing So if this what you bumping to My friend, I just got one question for you [Verse 4] Tell me why you sitting in darkness? Listening to all this belligerent garbage? From these fizzling artists penny pinchin' the market Cause they prohibit God when they spit to these lost men Hiding behind the mask of attention they lost when Their daddy left and lied and said he'd be visiting often Now they grow up mad banging their fist in their palm Picturing guns 'til it manifests and fits in their palm Am I hitting my target? Let me make it more clear for those who missing binoculars I'm talking about different artists Who mention that often that They resemble a god while attempting to mock Him All of ya'll living off of what Biggie and 'Pac did Might be making a dollar but you missing a conscience (This Christian is wrong to put this in a song) But this isn't a diss, no it isn't at all Simply diminishing all these little men mimicking God If He came down right now then they would tremble and fall quick Start gripping their wallets and kissing their daughters I'mma keep rippin' em' 'til I take a dip in my coffin You think it's for me, please, I don't need your attention I'ma speak free 'til your demons are flinchin' You can bleep, bleep mother bleep what I'm spittin' til you Feel a deep need to proceed to repentance 'Til Chief Keef's on his knees in the kitchen To seek peace and to plead for redemption 'Til these heathens are free from addiction Throwing your CD in the sea to the fishes If you receive, Jesus relieves your perdition Disagree? Tweet me I'll grieve the decision I was sent to decrease the diseases you've written Cause Elohim sees everything that you mention I seek heat on these beats with a vengeance My feet bleed cause I'm deep in the trenches To these people that think I'm pretentious Who need me to appease the religious Believe me I don't need any mentions I preach peace in the streets of exemption I keep breathin' to reach the defenseless Cause King Jesus redeemed my existence