Lecrae, John Givez, Jackie Hill Perry, JGivens - Misconceptions 3 lyrics

Fictitious foolies got me on a sick one
I'm still from Tha Side ready
To die for the mission
Or meditate it, then I levitated
Elevated, celebrated
You should celebrate it
This is that embedded greatness
Good, good God
I'm a mad man, mathematic-static
Still in the stars
I'm a bad man, bask in the battle
I'm a battered mad hatter with
The earth on a platter
Meek and mild 'til I get freakin' wild
It's a misconception messin'
With your intellect
I reckon it'll be neck and neck
Before I let the deck eject the message
This is not a warning
This is what you wanted on the table
'Crae, let 'em know the lil'
Homie willin' and able it's Givez

Vegas, get active flippin' your city like
Gentrification all in
The ghetto upon a dirty mattress
Word to that sister actress
Nevada gets it crackin'
It’s hot and J got a jacket
Pull petals back if you askin'
If love’s a long practice
Full metal jacket dually known as
A banana clip when rappin'
That's a loaded magazine of ammunition
Plan out snippets so these
Magazines don't go bananas
Over loaded clips or flows floatin'
Only showin' sinkin' ships 10%
Of why he's frozen let it go
It's hotter than sprinters in Arizona
Juxtapose 'em to a snowman in Nova Scotia
It's rap's Christopher Nolan
Picture me rollin', pistol emoji, blaow!
This a misconception triple threat
Did Givens flex? Still a Christian? Yep
Don't need acknowledgement
Just respect the conglomerate
Double tap it and follow it
They shocked to see us like Donald
Trump up in a taqueria
Watchin' Evita, cryin' over Argentina
Or Maria dominatin' Serena
I'm tryna find a big homie for Slim Jesus
Thesis of a new hope
More hardcore than Star Wars
Part four rated R
Or Rosa Parks sore feet kicked
Off the bus exitin' starboard
Light saves like a time change
Hands up and down like a sine wave
Gospel be the humble
Don't sleep the beast is a mind frame

They told me to rap: what's that?
Is it tracks, is it facts?
Is it trap, is it rats?
What metaphor? Is you ready for
The medic stored inside it
Is it similes or violence?
Is it sympathy or similar
The sinner's lord's inside 'em
The problem ain’t wordplay
I get schizophrenic with sittin'
Straight jackin' the beat
Blood all on it, #DraculaScheme
Trick or treat it ain’t magic
I'ma vanish when I pass to the team
32, half that grab a 16 and let us shoot
Betty Boop wit the black top
I’m a mascot for the dreaded truth
Locks all in my head
Ain’t no chain that I hang from
But He hang from where I came from
That’s death guess what, I ain’t done
I'm rappin'
Beneath it is Jesus reachin' for actors
Living halle'
Add the 'lujah with the asterisk
Correction, then bury the body
Under the mattress
Livin' my dream while you
Sleepin' in different caskets

Look, I was created to make a statement
A sentence sent us to earth on this mission
Tryna make a way for my siblings
Brothers and sisters who drinkin'
Out of them cisterns with cracks in 'em
Listen but lack hearin'
Who lookin' but lack vision
Initially made in the Lord's image, dynamic
Nothing lackin'
Magic couldn't make it happen
Look at us, you hear us rappin'
Now they complaining but how can
They be mad at all?
King dreamed a dream but we seen
Scenes that'll make us all
Change the channel
We channel all of this energy
Pretend to be savages
We ravage our so-called enemies
That look like us
But it look like us ain't gon'
Make it less we shake it
We can't look back much
Turned around to give a helping hand
I'm like, "Man, they gon' make it
Makin' baking soda boiling
Inside these pans" now they're wondering
Is it rap or is it Gospel?
Look all you need to know is I was dead
Now I'm not though real recognizing real
And if they don't love me like Pac
They better respect how I'm movin' and
That I'm never gon' stop
I hit my pastor on the cell, I said
"I'm catching hell"
Well, what you think they did to Jesus?
Only time will tell
Can't believe we rap about the faith
And people like the sound
We out here workin' in the streets
You better ask around
Tell them other rappers we don't want it
They can have the crown
They have to lay it down when
You hear that trumpet sound
We know who got the keys to the kingdom
When the King come, crown Him
And your king dumb if his
Kingdom ain't bout Him
Say it with your chest
When the bishop is the king and the knight
The queen get the rest
I'm the only pawn that's on one
Back in '01
I was wishin' labels signed me
But now I own one that ain't braggin'
That's just motivation
Get your education, this industry overrated
Satan-saturated folk be lyin' to your face
And sayin' they glad you made it
Turn your back and you can hear
'em hatin' in they conversation
Ooh, snake face with the same
Bait and the same fate
Fake faith will get your face ate
Zero-eight bass
Nah, base like the base plate
How you runnin' home?
You ain’t in that zone
They don’t let it slide you ain’t safe
Wonder how do we survive in this suicide
Do or die jungle?
Let the Spirit lead like He want to

Yeah, Misconceptions 3
Come and mess with we, yeah
Givens, Givez, Jackie, 'Crae, we out