Misconceptions 3 Lyrics - Church Clothes 3 - Lecrae

Fictitious foolies got me on a sick one 

I'm still from the side, ready to die for the mission 

Or meditate it, then I levitated, elevated, celebrated 

You should celebrate it, this is that and better greatness 

Good, good God 

I'm a mad man, mathematics, statics,? in the stars 

I'm a bad man, bask into battle 

I'm a battered mad hatter with the earth on a platter 

Meek and mild till I get freaking wild 

It's a misconception messing 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 willing and able 

It's Givez 

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Vegas, get active 

Flipping your city like gentrification all in the ghetto up on a dirty mattress 

Word to that Sister Act-ress 

Nevada gets it crackin' 

It's hot and J got a jacket 

We'll peddle back if you askin' if love's a long practice a long practice 

Full metal jacket dually known as a banana clip 

Load magazine of ammunition 

Magazines don't go bananas overloaded clips 

Sinking ships ten-percenter 

It's hotter than sprinters in Arizona 

Juxtapose 'em to a snowman in Nova Scotia 

It's Rap's Christopher Nolan 

Picture me rolling, 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 

Watching Evita crying over Argentina 

Or Maria dominating Serena 

I'm trying to find a big homie for Slim Jesus 

Thesis of a New Hope 

More hardcore than Star Wars Part IV rated R or 

Rosa Parks or feet kicked off the bus exiting starboard 

Light saves like a time change 

Hands up and down like a sine wave 

Photos 

Gospel be the Humble 

Don't sleep the Beast is a mind frame 

They told me the rap was stacked 

Is it tracks? Is it facts? 

Is it trap? Is it rats? 

When metaphors, you ready for 

The medics stored inside me 

Is??? or violence 

Is it sympathy or??? 

The sinners lords inside them 

The problem ain't wordplay 

I get schizophrenic sitting when straight jacking a beat 

Blood all on me, hashtag 

Dracula scheme Trick or treat 

It ain't magic 

Imma vanish when I pass to the team 

32, half that 

Grab a 16 and let us shoot 

Betty Boo wit the black top 

I'm a mascot for tryna tell the 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 

Beneath it is Jesus, reaching for actors 

Living Halle' 

Add the luyah 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, sinister earth on this mission 

Trying to make a way for my siblings 

Brothers and sisters who drinking 

Out of them cisterns with cracks in 'em 

Listen but lack hearing 

Who looking but lack vision 

Initially made in the Lord's image: dynamic 

Nothing lacking, magic couldn't make it happen 

Look at us, you hear us rapping, uh 

That ain't complaining but how can they be mad at all 

King dreamed a dream but we seen scenes that'll make us awe 

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 gonna 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, making 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 and now I'm not, though 

Real recognizing real, and if they don't love me like Pac 

They better respect how I'm moving 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 of people like the sound 

We out here working 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 

Say it with your chess, 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 wishing labels signed me, but now I own one 

That ain't bragging, that's just motivation 

Get your education, this industry overrated 

Say this saturated 

Lying to your face, saying they glad you made it 

Turn your back and you can hear 'em hating in they conversation 

Ooo, snake face 

With the same bait 

And the same fate 

That'll get your face ate 

808 bass 

Nah, base like the base plate 

How you running home? 

You ain't in that zone 

They don't let it slide 

You ain't safe 

Wondering 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 Givens, Givez, Jackie, Crae, we out