[{"id":11890979,"name":"Misconceptions 3","trackName":"Misconceptions 3","artistName":"Lecrae","albumName":"Church Clothes 3","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fictitious foolies got me on a sick one\nI'm still from the side ready to die for the mission\nOr meditate it, then I levitated\nElevated, celebrated\nYou should celebrate it, this is that embedded greatness\nGood, good God\nI'm a mad man, mathematics, statics\nStealin' the stars\nI'm a bad man, bask into battle\nI'm a battered mad hatter with the earth on a platter\nMeek and mild 'til I get freakin' wild\nIt's a misconception messin' with your intellect\nI reckon it'll be neck and neck\nBefore I let the deck eject the message\nThis is not a warning, this is what you wanted on the table\n'Crae, let 'em know the lil' homie willin' and able\nIt's Givez\n\nVegas, get active\nFlippin' your city like gentrification all in the ghetto upon a dirty mattress\nWord to that sister actress\nNevada gets it crackin'\nIt's hot and J got a jacket\nWe'll peddle back if you askin' if love's a long practice\nFull metal jacket dually known as a banana clip when rappin'\nThat's a loaded magazine of ammunition\nPlan out snippets so these magazines don't go bananas\nOver loaded clips or flows floatin'\nOnly showin' sinkin' ships 10% of why he's frozen\nLet it go, it's hotter than sprinters in Arizona\nJuxtapose 'em to a snowman in Nova Scotia\nIt's rap's Christopher Nolan\nPicture me rollin', pistol emoji, blaow!\nThis a misconception triple threat\nDid Givens flex? Still a Christian? Yep\nDon't need acknowledgement, just respect the conglomerate\nDouble tap it and follow it\nThey shocked to see us like Donald Trump up in a taqueria\nWatchin' Evita, cryin' over Argentina\nOr Maria dominatin' Serena\nI'm tryna find a big homie for Slim Jesus\nThesis of a new hope\nMore hardcore than Star Wars part four rated R\nOr Rosa Parks or feet kicked off the bus exitin' starboard\nLight saves like a time change\nHands up and down like a sine wave\n\nGospel be the humble, don't sleep the beast is a mind frame\n\nThey told me that rap was stacked\nIs it tracks, is it facts?\nIs it trap, is it rats?\nWhen metaphors, you ready for the medics stored inside it\nIs it similes or violence?\nIs it sympathy or similar\nThe sinner's lord's inside 'em\nThe problem ain't wordplay\nI get schizophrenic with sittin', straight jackin' the beat\nBlood all on it, hashtag\nA dracula scheme, trick or treat\nIt ain't magic, I'ma vanish when I pass to the team\n32, half that\nGrab a 16 and let us shoot\nBetty Boop wit the black top\nI'm a mascot for tryna tell the truth\nLocks all in my head, ain't no chain that I hang from\nBut He hang from where I came from, that's death\nGuess what, I ain't done\nI'm rappin'\nBeneath it is Jesus reachin' for actors\nLiving halle', add the 'lujah with the asterisk\n\nCorrection, then bury the body under the mattress\nLivin' my dream while you sleepin' in different caskets\n\nLook, I was created to make a statement\nA sentence sent us to earth on this mission\nTryna make a way for my siblings\nBrothers and sisters who drinkin'\nOut of them cisterns with cracks in 'em\nListen but lack hearin'\nWho lookin' but lack vision\nInitially made in the Lord's image, dynamic\nNothing lackin', magic couldn't make it happen\nLook at us, you hear us rappin'\nThat ain't complaining but how can they be mad at all?\nKing dreamed a dream but we seen scenes that'll make us awe\nChange the channel, we channel all of this energy\nPretend to be savages, we ravage our so-called enemies\nThat look like us\nBut it look like us ain't gon' make it less we shake it\nWe can't look back much\nTurned around to give a helping hand\nI'm like, \"Man, they gon' make it, makin' baking soda boiling inside these pans\"\nNow they're wondering, is it rap or is it Gospel?\nLook all you need to know is I was dead, now I'm not though\nReal recognizing real, and if they don't love me like Pac\nThey better respect how I'm movin' and that I'm never gon' stop\nI hit my pastor on the cell, I said, \"I'm catching hell\"\nWell, what you think they did to Jesus?\nOnly time will tell\nCan't believe we rap about the faith and people like the sound\nWe out here workin' in the streets, you better ask around\nTell them other rappers we don't want it, they can have the crown\nThey have to lay it down when you hear that trumpet sound\nWe know who got the keys to the kingdom\nWhen the King come, crown Him, and your king dumb if his kingdom ain't bout Him\nSay it with your chest, when the bishop is the king and the knight\nThe queen get the rest\nI'm the only pawn that's on one, back in '01\nI was wishin' labels signed me, but now I own one\nThat ain't braggin', that's just motivation\nGet your education, this industry overrated, Satan-saturated\nFolk be lyin' to your face, and sayin' they glad you made it\nTurn your back and you can hear 'em hatin' in they conversation\nOoh, snake face with the same bait\nAnd the same fate, fate, fate, that get your face ate(8)08 bass\nNah, base like the base plate\nHow you runnin' home?\nYou ain't in that zone, they don't let it slide\n\nYou ain't safe\nWonder how do we survive in this suicide, do or die jungle?\nLet the Spirit lead like He want to\nYeah, Misconceptions 3\nCome and mess with we, yeah\nGivens, Givez, Jackie, 'Crae, we out","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.05] Fictitious foolies got me on a sick one\n[00:22.49] I'm still from the side ready to die for the mission\n[00:25.04] Or meditate it, then I levitated\n[00:26.89] Elevated, celebrated\n[00:28.07] You should celebrate it, this is that embedded greatness\n[00:30.48] Good, good God\n[00:31.48] I'm a mad man, mathematics, statics\n[00:33.40] Stealin' the stars\n[00:34.33] I'm a bad man, bask into battle\n[00:35.67] I'm a battered mad hatter with the earth on a platter\n[00:38.26] Meek and mild 'til I get freakin' wild\n[00:40.36] It's a misconception messin' with your intellect\n[00:42.21] I reckon it'll be neck and neck\n[00:43.54] Before I let the deck eject the message\n[00:45.42] This is not a warning, this is what you wanted on the table\n[00:47.77] 'Crae, let 'em know the lil' homie willin' and able\n[00:50.61] It's Givez\n[00:51.55] Vegas, get active\n[00:52.68] Flippin' your city like gentrification all in the ghetto upon a dirty mattress\n[00:55.93] Word to that sister actress\n[00:57.49] Nevada gets it crackin'\n[00:58.75] It's hot and J got a jacket\n[01:00.56] We'll peddle back if you askin' if love's a long practice\n[01:02.51] Full metal jacket dually known as a banana clip when rappin'\n[01:05.18] That's a loaded magazine of ammunition\n[01:07.17] Plan out snippets so these magazines don't go bananas\n[01:09.19] Over loaded clips or flows floatin'\n[01:11.11] Only showin' sinkin' ships 10% of why he's frozen\n[01:13.71] Let it go, it's hotter than sprinters in Arizona\n[01:16.22] Juxtapose 'em to a snowman in Nova Scotia\n[01:18.99] It's rap's Christopher Nolan\n[01:20.16] Picture me rollin', pistol emoji, blaow!\n[01:21.62] This a misconception triple threat\n[01:23.63] Did Givens flex? Still a Christian? Yep\n[01:25.55] Don't need acknowledgement, just respect the conglomerate\n[01:27.70] Double tap it and follow it\n[01:29.11] They shocked to see us like Donald Trump up in a taqueria\n[01:31.74] Watchin' Evita, cryin' over Argentina\n[01:33.80] Or Maria dominatin' Serena\n[01:35.64] I'm tryna find a big homie for Slim Jesus\n[01:37.82] Thesis of a new hope\n[01:39.37] More hardcore than Star Wars part four rated R\n[01:42.01] Or Rosa Parks or feet kicked off the bus exitin' starboard\n[01:45.83] Light saves like a time change\n[01:47.62] Hands up and down like a sine wave\n[01:49.53] Gospel be the humble, don't sleep the beast is a mind frame\n[01:52.01] They told me that rap was stacked\n[01:53.54] Is it tracks, is it facts?\n[01:54.78] Is it trap, is it rats?\n[01:55.70] When metaphors, you ready for the medics stored inside it\n[01:58.38] Is it similes or violence?\n[01:59.78] Is it sympathy or similar\n[02:01.05] The sinner's lord's inside 'em\n[02:02.44] The problem ain't wordplay\n[02:03.99] I get schizophrenic with sittin', straight jackin' the beat\n[02:06.44] Blood all on it, hashtag\n[02:08.01] A dracula scheme, trick or treat\n[02:09.89] It ain't magic, I'ma vanish when I pass to the team\n[02:12.26] 32, half that\n[02:13.62] Grab a 16 and let us shoot\n[02:15.02] Betty Boop wit the black top\n[02:16.74] I'm a mascot for tryna tell the truth\n[02:17.98] Locks all in my head, ain't no chain that I hang from\n[02:20.15] But He hang from where I came from, that's death\n[02:21.89] Guess what, I ain't done\n[02:22.84] I'm rappin'\n[02:23.74] Beneath it is Jesus reachin' for actors\n[02:25.29] Living halle', add the 'lujah with the asterisk\n[02:27.89] Correction, then bury the body under the mattress\n[02:30.46] Livin' my dream while you sleepin' in different caskets\n[02:32.74] Look, I was created to make a statement\n[02:34.21] A sentence sent us to earth on this mission\n[02:35.73] Tryna make a way for my siblings\n[02:37.16] Brothers and sisters who drinkin'\n[02:38.45] Out of them cisterns with cracks in 'em\n[02:39.95] Listen but lack hearin'\n[02:41.20] Who lookin' but lack vision\n[02:42.56] Initially made in the Lord's image, dynamic\n[02:44.40] Nothing lackin', magic couldn't make it happen\n[02:46.69] Look at us, you hear us rappin'\n[02:48.26] That ain't complaining but how can they be mad at all?\n[02:50.88] King dreamed a dream but we seen scenes that'll make us awe\n[02:53.37] Change the channel, we channel all of this energy\n[02:55.72] Pretend to be savages, we ravage our so-called enemies\n[02:58.62] That look like us\n[02:59.77] But it look like us ain't gon' make it less we shake it\n[03:02.26] We can't look back much\n[03:03.44] Turned around to give a helping hand\n[03:05.16] I'm like, \"Man, they gon' make it, makin' baking soda boiling inside these pans\"\n[03:08.31] Now they're wondering, is it rap or is it Gospel?\n[03:11.16] Look all you need to know is I was dead, now I'm not though\n[03:13.58] Real recognizing real, and if they don't love me like Pac\n[03:15.96] They better respect how I'm movin' and that I'm never gon' stop\n[03:18.45] I hit my pastor on the cell, I said, \"I'm catching hell\"\n[03:20.83] Well, what you think they did to Jesus?\n[03:22.64] Only time will tell\n[03:23.60] Can't believe we rap about the faith and people like the sound\n[03:25.98] We out here workin' in the streets, you better ask around\n[03:28.54] Tell them other rappers we don't want it, they can have the crown\n[03:30.89] They have to lay it down when you hear that trumpet sound\n[03:33.53] We know who got the keys to the kingdom\n[03:35.38] When the King come, crown Him, and your king dumb if his kingdom ain't bout Him\n[03:39.31] Say it with your chest, when the bishop is the king and the knight\n[03:42.86] The queen get the rest\n[03:44.25] I'm the only pawn that's on one, back in '01\n[03:46.66] I was wishin' labels signed me, but now I own one\n[03:49.32] That ain't braggin', that's just motivation\n[03:50.95] Get your education, this industry overrated, Satan-saturated\n[03:54.03] Folk be lyin' to your face, and sayin' they glad you made it\n[03:56.62] Turn your back and you can hear 'em hatin' in they conversation\n[03:59.14] Ooh, snake face with the same bait\n[04:00.90] And the same fate, fate, fate, that get your face ate(8)08 bass\n[04:04.60] Nah, base like the base plate\n[04:06.31] How you runnin' home?\n[04:07.32] You ain't in that zone, they don't let it slide\n[04:08.83] You ain't safe\n[04:09.99] Wonder how do we survive in this suicide, do or die jungle?\n[04:12.88] Let the Spirit lead like He want to\n[04:15.47] Yeah, Misconceptions 3\n[04:17.75] Come and mess with we, yeah\n[04:20.60] Givens, Givez, Jackie, 'Crae, we out\n[04:24.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Misconceptions 3\n  artist: Lecrae\n  album: Church Clothes 3\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Fictitious foolies got me on a sick one\n  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loaded clips or flows floatin'\n  Only showin' sinkin' ships 10% of why he's frozen\n  Let it go, it's hotter than sprinters in Arizona\n  Juxtapose 'em to a snowman in Nova Scotia\n  It's rap's Christopher Nolan\n  Picture me rollin', pistol emoji, blaow!\n  This a misconception triple threat\n  Did Givens flex? Still a Christian? Yep\n  Don't need acknowledgement, just respect the conglomerate\n  Double tap it and follow it\n  They shocked to see us like Donald Trump up in a taqueria\n  Watchin' Evita, cryin' over Argentina\n  Or Maria dominatin' Serena\n  I'm tryna find a big homie for Slim Jesus\n  Thesis of a new hope\n  More hardcore than Star Wars part four rated R\n  Or Rosa Parks or feet kicked off the bus exitin' starboard\n  Light saves like a time change\n  Hands up and down like a sine wave\n\n  Gospel be the humble, don't sleep the beast is a mind frame\n\n  They told me that rap was stacked\n  Is it tracks, is it facts?\n  Is it trap, is it rats?\n  When metaphors, you ready for the medics stored inside it\n  Is it similes or violence?\n  Is it sympathy or similar\n  The sinner's lord's inside 'em\n  The problem ain't wordplay\n  I get schizophrenic with sittin', straight jackin' the beat\n  Blood all on it, hashtag\n  A dracula scheme, trick or treat\n  It ain't magic, I'ma vanish when I pass to the team\n  32, half that\n  Grab a 16 and let us shoot\n  Betty Boop wit the black top\n  I'm a mascot for tryna tell the truth\n  Locks all in my head, ain't no chain that I hang from\n  But He hang from where I came from, that's death\n  Guess what, I ain't done\n  I'm rappin'\n  Beneath it is Jesus reachin' for actors\n  Living halle', add the 'lujah with the asterisk\n\n  Correction, then bury the body under the mattress\n  Livin' my dream while you sleepin' in different caskets\n\n  Look, I was created to make a statement\n  A sentence sent us to earth on this mission\n  Tryna make a way for my siblings\n  Brothers and sisters who drinkin'\n  Out of them cisterns with cracks in 'em\n  Listen but lack hearin'\n  Who lookin' but lack vision\n  Initially made in the Lord's image, dynamic\n  Nothing lackin', magic couldn't make it happen\n  Look at us, you hear us rappin'\n  That ain't complaining but how can they be mad at all?\n  King dreamed a dream but we seen scenes that'll make us awe\n  Change the channel, we channel all of this energy\n  Pretend to be savages, we ravage our so-called enemies\n  That look like us\n  But it look like us ain't gon' make it less we shake it\n  We can't look back much\n  Turned around to give a helping hand\n  I'm like, \"Man, they gon' make it, makin' baking soda boiling inside these pans\"\n  Now they're wondering, is it rap or is it Gospel?\n  Look all you need to know is I was dead, now I'm not though\n  Real recognizing real, and if they don't love me like Pac\n  They better respect how I'm movin' and that I'm never gon' stop\n  I hit my pastor on the cell, I said, \"I'm catching hell\"\n  Well, what you think they did to Jesus?\n  Only time will tell\n  Can't believe we rap about the faith and people like the sound\n  We out here workin' in the streets, you better ask around\n  Tell them other rappers we don't want it, they can have the crown\n  They have to lay it down when you hear that trumpet sound\n  We know who got the keys to the kingdom\n  When the King come, crown Him, and your king dumb if his kingdom ain't bout Him\n  Say it with your chest, when the bishop is the king and the knight\n  The queen get the rest\n  I'm the only pawn that's on one, back in '01\n  I was wishin' labels signed me, but now I own one\n  That ain't braggin', that's just motivation\n  Get your education, this industry overrated, Satan-saturated\n  Folk be lyin' to your face, and sayin' they glad you made it\n  Turn your back and you can hear 'em hatin' in they conversation\n  Ooh, snake face with the same bait\n  And the same fate, fate, fate, that get your face ate(8)08 bass\n  Nah, base like the base plate\n  How you runnin' home?\n  You ain't in that zone, they don't let it slide\n\n  You ain't safe\n  Wonder how do we survive in this suicide, do or die jungle?\n  Let the Spirit lead like He want to\n  Yeah, Misconceptions 3\n  Come and mess with we, yeah\n  Givens, Givez, Jackie, 'Crae, we out\n"},{"id":6086152,"name":"Misconceptions 3","trackName":"Misconceptions 3","artistName":"Lecrae feat. 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metal jacket dually known as a banana clip when rappin'\n[01:05.18] That's a loaded magazine of ammunition\n[01:07.17] Plan out snippets so these magazines don't go bananas\n[01:09.19] Over loaded clips or flows floatin'\n[01:11.11] Only showin' sinkin' ships 10% of why he's frozen\n[01:13.71] Let it go, it's hotter than sprinters in Arizona\n[01:16.22] Juxtapose 'em to a snowman in Nova Scotia\n[01:18.99] It's rap's Christopher Nolan\n[01:20.16] Picture me rollin', pistol emoji, blaow!\n[01:21.62] This a misconception triple threat\n[01:23.63] Did Givens flex? 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Yep\nDon't need acknowledgement, just respect the conglomerate\nDouble tap it and follow it\nThey shocked to see us like Donald Trump up in a taqueria\nWatchin' Evita, cryin' over Argentina\nOr Maria dominatin' Serena\nI'm tryna find a big homie for Slim Jesus\nThesis of a new hope\nMore hardcore than Star Wars part four rated R\nOr Rosa Parks or feet kicked off the bus exitin' starboard\nLight saves like a time change\nHands up and down like a sine wave\n\nGospel be the humble, don't sleep the beast is a mind frame\n\nThey told me that rap was stacked\nIs it tracks, is it facts?\nIs it trap, is it rats?\nWhen metaphors, you ready for the medics stored inside it\nIs it similes or violence?\nIs it sympathy or similar\nThe sinner's lord's inside 'em\nThe problem ain't wordplay\nI get schizophrenic with sittin', straight jackin' the beat\nBlood all on it, hashtag\nA dracula scheme, trick or treat\nIt ain't magic, I'ma vanish when I pass to the team\n32, half that\nGrab a 16 and let us 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our so-called enemies\nThat look like us\nBut it look like us ain't gon' make it less we shake it\nWe can't look back much\nTurned around to give a helping hand\nI'm like, \"Man, they gon' make it, makin' baking soda boiling inside these pans\"\nNow they're wondering, is it rap or is it Gospel?\nLook all you need to know is I was dead, now I'm not though\nReal recognizing real, and if they don't love me like Pac\nThey better respect how I'm movin' and that I'm never gon' stop\nI hit my pastor on the cell, I said, \"I'm catching hell\"\nWell, what you think they did to Jesus?\nOnly time will tell\nCan't believe we rap about the faith and people like the sound\nWe out here workin' in the streets, you better ask around\nTell them other rappers we don't want it, they can have the crown\nThey have to lay it down when you hear that trumpet sound\nWe know who got the keys to the kingdom\nWhen the King come, crown Him, and your king dumb if his kingdom ain't bout Him\nSay it with your chest, when the bishop is the king and the knight\nThe queen get the rest\nI'm the only pawn that's on one, back in '01\nI was wishin' labels signed me, but now I own one\nThat ain't braggin', that's just motivation\nGet your education, this industry overrated, Satan-saturated\nFolk be lyin' to your face, and sayin' they glad you made it\nTurn your back and you can hear 'em hatin' in they conversation\nOoh, snake face with the same bait\nAnd the same fate, fate, fate, that get your face ate(8)08 bass\nNah, base like the base plate\nHow you runnin' home?\nYou ain't in that zone, they don't let it slide\n\nYou ain't safe\nWonder how do we survive in this suicide, do or die jungle?\nLet the Spirit lead like He want to\nYeah, Misconceptions 3\nCome and mess with we, yeah\nGivens, Givez, Jackie, 'Crae, we out","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.05] Fictitious foolies got me on a sick one\n[00:22.49] I'm still from the side ready to die for the mission\n[00:25.04] Or meditate it, then I levitated\n[00:26.89] Elevated, celebrated\n[00:28.07] You should celebrate it, this is that embedded greatness\n[00:30.48] Good, good God\n[00:31.48] I'm a mad man, mathematics, statics\n[00:33.40] Stealin' the stars\n[00:34.33] I'm a bad man, bask into battle\n[00:35.67] I'm a battered mad hatter with the earth on a platter\n[00:38.26] Meek and mild 'til I get freakin' wild\n[00:40.36] It's a misconception messin' with your intellect\n[00:42.21] I reckon it'll be neck and neck\n[00:43.54] Before I let the deck eject the message\n[00:45.42] This is not a warning, this is what you wanted on the table\n[00:47.77] 'Crae, let 'em know the lil' homie willin' and able\n[00:50.61] It's Givez\n[00:51.55] Vegas, get active\n[00:52.68] Flippin' your city like gentrification all in the ghetto upon a dirty mattress\n[00:55.93] Word to that sister actress\n[00:57.49] Nevada gets it crackin'\n[00:58.75] It's hot and J got a jacket\n[01:00.56] We'll peddle back if you askin' if love's a long practice\n[01:02.51] Full metal jacket dually known as a banana clip when rappin'\n[01:05.18] That's a loaded magazine of ammunition\n[01:07.17] Plan out snippets so these magazines don't go bananas\n[01:09.19] Over loaded clips or flows floatin'\n[01:11.11] Only showin' sinkin' ships 10% of why he's frozen\n[01:13.71] Let it go, it's hotter than sprinters in Arizona\n[01:16.22] Juxtapose 'em to a snowman in Nova Scotia\n[01:18.99] It's rap's Christopher Nolan\n[01:20.16] Picture me rollin', pistol emoji, blaow!\n[01:21.62] This a misconception triple threat\n[01:23.63] Did Givens flex? Still a Christian? 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text: Real recognizing real, and if they don't love me like Pac\n  start_ms: 193580\n  end_ms: 195960\n- text: They better respect how I'm movin' and that I'm never gon' stop\n  start_ms: 195960\n  end_ms: 198450\n- text: I hit my pastor on the cell, I said, \"I'm catching hell\"\n  start_ms: 198450\n  end_ms: 200830\n- text: Well, what you think they did to Jesus?\n  start_ms: 200830\n  end_ms: 202640\n- text: Only time will tell\n  start_ms: 202640\n  end_ms: 203600\n- text: Can't believe we rap about the faith and people like the sound\n  start_ms: 203600\n  end_ms: 205980\n- text: We out here workin' in the streets, you better ask around\n  start_ms: 205980\n  end_ms: 208540\n- text: Tell them other rappers we don't want it, they can have the crown\n  start_ms: 208540\n  end_ms: 210890\n- text: They have to lay it down when you hear that trumpet sound\n  start_ms: 210890\n  end_ms: 213530\n- text: We know who got the keys to the kingdom\n  start_ms: 213530\n  end_ms: 215380\n- text: When the King come, crown Him, and your king dumb if his kingdom ain't bout Him\n  start_ms: 215380\n  end_ms: 219310\n- text: Say it with your chest, when the bishop is the king and the knight\n  start_ms: 219310\n  end_ms: 222860\n- text: The queen get the rest\n  start_ms: 222860\n  end_ms: 224250\n- text: I'm the only pawn that's on one, back in '01\n  start_ms: 224250\n  end_ms: 226660\n- text: I was wishin' labels signed me, but now I own one\n  start_ms: 226660\n  end_ms: 229320\n- text: That ain't braggin', that's just motivation\n  start_ms: 229320\n  end_ms: 230950\n- text: Get your education, this industry overrated, Satan-saturated\n  start_ms: 230950\n  end_ms: 234030\n- text: Folk be lyin' to your face, and sayin' they glad you made it\n  start_ms: 234030\n  end_ms: 236620\n- text: Turn your back and you can hear 'em hatin' in they conversation\n  start_ms: 236620\n  end_ms: 239140\n- text: Ooh, snake face with the same bait\n  start_ms: 239140\n  end_ms: 240900\n- text: And the same fate, fate, fate, that get your face ate(8)08 bass\n  start_ms: 240900\n  end_ms: 244600\n- text: Nah, base like the base plate\n  start_ms: 244600\n  end_ms: 246310\n- text: How you runnin' home?\n  start_ms: 246310\n  end_ms: 247320\n- text: You ain't in that zone, they don't let it slide\n  start_ms: 247320\n  end_ms: 248830\n- text: You ain't safe\n  start_ms: 248830\n  end_ms: 249990\n- text: Wonder how do we survive in this suicide, do or die jungle?\n  start_ms: 249990\n  end_ms: 252880\n- text: Let the Spirit lead like He want to\n  start_ms: 252880\n  end_ms: 255470\n- text: Yeah, Misconceptions 3\n  start_ms: 255470\n  end_ms: 257750\n- text: Come and mess with we, yeah\n  start_ms: 257750\n  end_ms: 260600\n- text: Givens, Givez, Jackie, 'Crae, we out\n  start_ms: 260600\n  end_ms: 264730\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 264730\nplain: |-\n  Fictitious foolies got me on a sick one\n  I'm still from the side ready to die for the mission\n  Or meditate it, then I levitated\n  Elevated, celebrated\n  You should celebrate it, this is that embedded greatness\n  Good, good God\n  I'm a mad man, mathematics, statics\n  Stealin' the stars\n  I'm a bad man, bask into battle\n  I'm a battered mad hatter with the earth on a platter\n  Meek and mild 'til I get freakin' wild\n  It's a misconception messin' with your intellect\n  I reckon it'll be neck and neck\n  Before I let the deck eject the message\n  This is not a warning, this is what you wanted on the table\n  'Crae, let 'em know the lil' homie willin' and able\n  It's Givez\n\n  Vegas, get active\n  Flippin' your city like gentrification all in the ghetto upon a dirty mattress\n  Word to that sister actress\n  Nevada gets it crackin'\n  It's hot and J got a jacket\n  We'll peddle back if you askin' if love's a long practice\n  Full metal jacket dually known as a banana clip when rappin'\n  That's a loaded magazine of ammunition\n  Plan out snippets so these magazines don't go bananas\n  Over loaded clips or flows floatin'\n  Only showin' sinkin' ships 10% of why he's frozen\n  Let it go, it's hotter than sprinters in Arizona\n  Juxtapose 'em to a snowman in Nova Scotia\n  It's rap's Christopher Nolan\n  Picture me rollin', pistol emoji, blaow!\n  This a misconception triple threat\n  Did Givens flex? Still a Christian? Yep\n  Don't need acknowledgement, just respect the conglomerate\n  Double tap it and follow it\n  They shocked to see us like Donald Trump up in a taqueria\n  Watchin' Evita, cryin' over Argentina\n  Or Maria dominatin' Serena\n  I'm tryna find a big homie for Slim Jesus\n  Thesis of a new hope\n  More hardcore than Star Wars part four rated R\n  Or Rosa Parks or feet kicked off the bus exitin' starboard\n  Light saves like a time change\n  Hands up and down like a sine wave\n\n  Gospel be the humble, don't sleep the beast is a mind frame\n\n  They told me that rap was stacked\n  Is it tracks, is it facts?\n  Is it trap, is it rats?\n  When metaphors, you ready for the medics stored inside it\n  Is it similes or violence?\n  Is it sympathy or similar\n  The sinner's lord's inside 'em\n  The problem ain't wordplay\n  I get schizophrenic with sittin', straight jackin' the beat\n  Blood all on it, hashtag\n  A dracula scheme, trick or treat\n  It ain't magic, I'ma vanish when I pass to the team\n  32, half that\n  Grab a 16 and let us shoot\n  Betty Boop wit the black top\n  I'm a mascot for tryna tell the truth\n  Locks all in my head, ain't no chain that I hang from\n  But He hang from where I came from, that's death\n  Guess what, I ain't done\n  I'm rappin'\n  Beneath it is Jesus reachin' for actors\n  Living halle', add the 'lujah with the asterisk\n\n  Correction, then bury the body under the mattress\n  Livin' my dream while you sleepin' in different caskets\n\n  Look, I was created to make a statement\n  A sentence sent us to earth on this mission\n  Tryna make a way for my siblings\n  Brothers and sisters who drinkin'\n  Out of them cisterns with cracks in 'em\n  Listen but lack hearin'\n  Who lookin' but lack vision\n  Initially made in the Lord's image, dynamic\n  Nothing lackin', magic couldn't make it happen\n  Look at us, you hear us rappin'\n  That ain't complaining but how can they be mad at all?\n  King dreamed a dream but we seen scenes that'll make us awe\n  Change the channel, we channel all of this energy\n  Pretend to be savages, we ravage our so-called enemies\n  That look like us\n  But it look like us ain't gon' make it less we shake it\n  We can't look back much\n  Turned around to give a helping hand\n  I'm like, \"Man, they gon' make it, makin' baking soda boiling inside these pans\"\n  Now they're wondering, is it rap or is it Gospel?\n  Look all you need to know is I was dead, now I'm not though\n  Real recognizing real, and if they don't love me like Pac\n  They better respect how I'm movin' and that I'm never gon' stop\n  I hit my pastor on the cell, I said, \"I'm catching hell\"\n  Well, what you think they did to Jesus?\n  Only time will tell\n  Can't believe we rap about the faith and people like the sound\n  We out here workin' in the streets, you better ask around\n  Tell them other rappers we don't want it, they can have the crown\n  They have to lay it down when you hear that trumpet sound\n  We know who got the keys to the kingdom\n  When the King come, crown Him, and your king dumb if his kingdom ain't bout Him\n  Say it with your chest, when the bishop is the king and the knight\n  The queen get the rest\n  I'm the only pawn that's on one, back in '01\n  I was wishin' labels signed me, but now I own one\n  That ain't braggin', that's just motivation\n  Get your education, this industry overrated, Satan-saturated\n  Folk be lyin' to your face, and sayin' they glad you made it\n  Turn your back and you can hear 'em hatin' in they conversation\n  Ooh, snake face with the same bait\n  And the same fate, fate, fate, that get your face ate(8)08 bass\n  Nah, base like the base plate\n  How you runnin' home?\n  You ain't in that zone, they don't let it slide\n\n  You ain't safe\n  Wonder how do we survive in this suicide, do or die jungle?\n  Let the Spirit lead like He want to\n  Yeah, Misconceptions 3\n  Come and mess with we, yeah\n  Givens, Givez, Jackie, 'Crae, we out\n"}]