Leeeeet's go hunting and Kill all the elephants, (Whoop!) The room is full of them, Crowding out the realness Their talk is cute through their trunks and their suits but hypocrisy's is devilish The niceties polite but its sugar coated hellishness Damaging to sacred kin, In His image we was made, so why we pimping satan's skin Wolves pimping sheep skin, Outfitted when we out living like prideful men, Fall in, if you guilty of the greatest sin, Shotgun your flattery, Shutdown the vanity, Derobe your fallacies, Bow before the Most High and watch these elephants die, Lumber jacking every stanking eye Chuck your logs out, N' Oust your imposter, for purging in the fire, And maybe we can talk then like real men, Admitting that, We all need checking, Repent for Resurrection, Redirecting how we living... Let's get it
I see more pastors playing actors, wanting that fame fix, I see more rappers, rapping self, wanting the same fix, Yo Its a vain twist twisting wrists to get famous through the angle of saying Jesus but His mission ain't the interest It's like liquor in the vain twists See behavior turn dangerous, Cancerous to cats they call fans of theirs, Buzzed off your pretty pics, Mugs shots of vanity and selfishness, Yo, let's be stupid blunt, Why you playing with the sacred, Claiming God your only Trust, But in your marketing you bargain him for ego trips, and building hits, Let's take a litmus test Perhaps, dip into your very fix? What do you call success? What determines what stage you pick? 'Cuz this determines young gunner why you really spit Are you hunting for a stage, or for faithfulness to the very end? Booga being a pessimist, I get it But Get it I'm shooting at the heart 'cuz at the heart of the art we got to honor Him, So give me pastors, who know weakness over a power trips, And artists who decrease for the Increase of HiMTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
