Grits — Gospel Rap Parables

[HOOK] When it started we was down 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 [VERSE 1] These are the secrets of life, to some revealed Remain hidden so that all understand, the truth concealed So we journey, dropping theories of Christ grammatically To awaken 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 callings of yes y'alling till the beat started to fade Ascending, approaching death, as the roots reached the pavement Disciples of Christ's teachings, sick surface blooming in season But autumn sparks a vacation, influenced by niggers weeded Duplicated illustrations, took form as gospel gangsters Exploited and victimised by industry-philes awaiting Anxiously, I see emcees bear 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 [VERSE 2] 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 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 rain down fact on this Grits track Static, air, hand-clap, whatever, I just rap [VERSE 3] You understand the 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 10/90 with the latter always trailing As the cross fades away with the realness of the nailing [VERSE 4] 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 em upside their heads with my oars Shatter their chords, blood trickles 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 synthetic So pathetic, unlively, eating more aid than H-I-V The way I see things You doing more harm than help with chameleonic skills Latching on to flavours of the month for cheap thrills Arms folded on window sills Finding oddities you call commodities You false prodigies, I'm judging You catching life sentences for your sodomy [VERSE 5] I touch a cloud through well endowed imagination Collaboration with pens sends your DJ on a permanent vacation See I dabble in word 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 on mics, I maim 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 mad, 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