The Machinist
Conquest
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Lyricist of the year, this is God still showing off Like no hand back flips in a freestyle motor cross I’m Carey Hart, praying Ashleigh is Pink I’m slick & very sharp so rappers rapidly shrink My words they actually Sting With that ‘Message in the Bottle’ that I graphically bring to all these rappers who stink They gotta be kidding, rather be poverty stricken Before you properly listen to genocide, that philosophy’s prison Inspired by movies to start fights So a ‘Joker’ turned a midnight showing into a Dark Knight Got my kid spooked, she ain’t trying to see Bruce Wayne When shooters cause riots, I ain’t rhyming no 2 Chainz Chicago violence? got that place losing Somebody fired? empire state shootings It’s why God’s calling us not to be complacent To live adjacent to what we spit in basements Verbal samurai, sharper than a blade when I’m witty Word to Malakai, I’m really trying to Pray For My City This is Nas when he was Blazing a Fifty Or Lauryn dropping ‘Vocab’, amazingly gritty This be a set from Skrillex, the ‘rave’ of the city Corey taylor skill set with 'rage' getting busy Same firepower, but I use it for a higher power In my finest hour, I am Christ empowered It’s why many dissect how I rock it in the pocket More than Frank Ocean coming out closet when he blogged it I pray they do & recognize their breakthrough Is in Christ, cause though I’m nice, I can’t save you Wordplay & double entendres, won’t change you On Thursday when trouble is sponsored by Grey Goose Stumble out the club where your movements a crime Drunk enough for cops to shoot you quick numerous times Lyricist of the year so my God is esteemed From a song to a social network, I do work, I’m a machine Going at the machine that I rage against Shoving poison down our throat, I shouldn't play the fence Yeah so my God is esteemed From a song to a social network, I do work, I’m a machine Going at the machine that I rage against Shoving poison down our throat, I shouldn't play the fence I know you couldn’t fathom this spell Of jealously and politics in Christian music, it’s apparent as well I know scheming is strong but you’d be reading me wrong Saying I’m hating on rappers ‘cause I ain’t feeling a song Cause their popular, suddenly I can’t be saying squat Swear I’m drunk with envy, with each bar I’m taking shots Like 'Lecrae's smoking, but turning him into a God because you’re that open Your idolatry is showing I love Nas, but I’m still not into Nastradamus That’s a promise, everything ain’t dope, though he’s that accomplished Can’t read between the lines? Let me make it more legible I'm lifting up the King, while I'm tearing down these pedestals Man made, fan made, even Stan made And egos are bruised beyond a band-aid, that’s Jay Going at the golden calf you got these rappers looking like Never will I roll with that, I’m shocked the pastor booked the type The perception of saints we gotta change that It’s why a Muslim’s never disrespected in today’s rap A threesome in a mosque? don’t you say that I wanna ‘uh’ and I say ‘church’, yeah you play that And radio straight empowers their actions But we can’t blame the artists, we allow it to happen Truth is, we don’t preach the truth to half the nation Too busy leaning on the church for their validation Trip Lee, T.i., Eminem or Braille Put any above God? that sentiment will fail On the real, believers worshiping rappers or preachers Ain’t no different from the teenage girl worshiping 'bieber' either So keep you eyes on Christ or drown deeper In an ocean of depravity, rapidly like your name was Peter Your choice, either sink or swim or stick to sin Or choose Christ, the king is him Lyricist of the year so my God is esteemed From a song to a social network, I do work, I’m a machine Going at the machine that I rage against Shoving poison down our throat, I shouldn't play the fence Yeah so my God is esteemed From a song to a social network, I do work, I’m a machine Going at the machine that I rage against Shoving poison down our throat, I shouldn't play the fence
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