Clarification

Lyrics

[Intro] I always rapped about the nonsense Thinkin' I had to to get in the game, haha Look how God works Soon as I spoke from my heart, viola [Verse 1] They asking am I a Christian rapper or a rapper that's Christian? I guess a rapper that's Christian if it's actually different But I was just in the middle of seekin' change Felt the need to eat the J, but either way, I'm in my transition Shout to Tiffany Evans, I see you, lil' mama I commend you for speakin' out, now we see who the cowards It took a teenage girl to tell the world what these men couldn't They talk hard but they chest pudding See, Jay been mockin' the Lord God and dissin' Jesus For a minute, knowin' that we'd prolly turn the cheek a- -way, but as soon as one is ready to go head up He ain't ready to stand for none of what he said (Uh) And maybe I'm doin' it wrong, but I'm fed up So it's either time he stepped down or he step up Wouldn't be surprised if you see him with his tail tucked Since, last time he stepped in the ring, he got his head bust See, I'ma rep for the Lord 'til I meet with the Father Must'a thought I'd watch you misleadin' the sheep to the slaughter Nah, bruh, but see, if this was two years ago And you was dissin' like it's all peachy, I'd 'a beat you to cobbler I'm tryna be a better me in this evil among us Hip-hop is out of hand, this thing is a monster They misleadin' our sons and mistreatin' our daughters I ain't perfect but I'm workin' on my speech and my conduct They sayin' that it's music, not religion though But look at Diddy' video, look at Wayne' video Look at Lady Gaga', then go back to Jay' video They did it, I didn't, so what you sayin', really though? Say I did it for exposure, they don't know my name though You'd 'a thought I'd plug my Twitter and MySpace though I ain't even trippin', I expect the hate But do it after you investigate, keep your eyes peeled [Interlude] Yeah, now, let me address some of the comments 'Cause I read 'em Pretty much read 'em all And, um, as for the N-word, well, I didn't cuss on the track A lot of people was like "He a Christian who cursin'"- Nah, I didn't curse on the track, but I did use the N-word And I thought it out before I used the N-word on there Because, as a Christian, I'm not perfect And I use the N-word everyday, almost, in my speech So it would be fake of me to take it out of the record Just to look like I'm a better Christian to y'all Y'all need to see that, you know what I'm sayin'? I ain't perfect, I still talk, I'm from the hood, so I'm, I'm on my way, I'm tryna make it to heaven I ain't come from heaven down here to rap to y'all And, and I'm 'posed to be perfect, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm tryna get there, so, don't hate me, pull for me But let me get back To what I originally wrote to this track And let y'all vibe to it [Verse 2] Hip-hop, now who are you to tell me what a success is? What if I don't really care to be in that Lexus A French Benz, I don't got to be popular 'Cause, homie, all I really need is one best friend If you sex plenty of women, you a success then But I don't wanna hit and be on to the next chick Feel I got the best chick ever, so the same things That would make you a success would make me a failure See, if a hater talkin', I hit him in his jaw I'ma feel like it was ign'ant, but you gon' cheer me on You gon' say that I won, I'ma feel like I lost 'Cause I'm Young, Fly & Saved, be the children of the cross I'on need that stuff, it shouldn't be that, but Soon as I talk about the Lord, you gon' bring that up So I watch what I do and say, ready for the the Q&A Here to juice the game like a pool of the Kool-est Aid I hear the industry is nothin' but a gruel of snakes Everybody battlin' for who can be the truest fake Deep within its origin, it's evil in the core, man It goes deeper than what they be singin' in their choruses And I ain't finna go too deep But if you ain't up on me, you know you sleep And I know I'm free thanks to Christ And money got no hold on me, rappers sell their souls on beats And that's how I know y'all weak 'cause this is deeper than rap And ish, nah, this isn't Rick Ross, it's deeper than that Deeper than tats, deeper than people in back of me, screamin', eager to clap Deeper than bags of cracked needles, in packs at that Deeper than the clean Beamers and Jags Weavin' through traffic, keepin' a Don Piece in my lap It's deeper than "Teens get buried tryna be what you rap" And deeper than your soul'd go for you teachin' them that It ain't the money