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Gospel Rap; Parables

アーティスト:GRITS  アルバム:Factors of the Seven  作詞:BOYER MICHAEL LENEAR II/CARTER TERON DAVID  作曲:BOYER MICHAEL LENEAR II/CARTER TERON DAVID 

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When it started we was downed 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. These are the secrets of life, to some revealed, Remain hidden so all can understand the truth concealed, So, we journey, dropping theories of Christ grammatically, to awake 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 calling of, Yet, y'all, into the beat, started to fade, Ascending, approaching death as the roots reached the pavement, Disciples of Christ, each reaching surface, blooming in season, But autumn sparks a vacation, influenced by niggers we did duplicated, Illustrations took form as gospel gangsters, exploited and victimised by industry-philes, Awaiting anxiously, I see emcees bearing 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, 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're 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 rained down fact on this Grits track, Static, air, hand-clap, whatever, I just rap, You understand to 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"


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