Gospel Rap; Parables lyrics

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" but really I see no difference

Where's the fifty percent ministry, fifty percent business?

Currently it's ten/ninety with the latter always trailing,

As the cross fades away with the realness of the nailing

Getting over using spiritual parameters to evolve your level in society;

That's what gospel means to me

Rolling down the river of Christian emcees, wishing to knock them upside

Their heads with my oars, shatter their cores

Blood trickled from the pores of the fickle

Lose control from their fans, they being tickled

Hot-steppers get their peppers pickled

My question is this: how do you keep it real when you're synthetic?

So pathetic, unlively, in more aid than H.I.V.,

The way I see things, you're doing more harm than help with chameleonic skills

Latching on to flavours of the month for cheap thrills, arms floded on window sills

Finding oddities you call commodities

You false prodigies I'm judging, you're catching life sentences for your sodomy

I touch a cloud through well endowed imagination

Collaboration with pens sends your deejay on a permanent vacation

See, I dapple in work-placements, some kind of scrabble-type shaping

Fragments into stories, resulting in sky-scarping

I be taking lashes from them cats who cannot do the same

Fooling secular psychos with no shame, proclaiming Christ's name

Irregular writer or knights, I mean the mediocre artists

The spots I be in, the so-called hardest Christian rappers be discarded

And it's odd, when I catch their shows, they claim they ain't no joke

But your people map project blowed, and they be in the back straight taking notes

Fool, I rock both; my pendulum swings on each arena

I'm elevating gospel rap from Nashville to West Covina

Now, 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

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

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

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

• Artist:GRITS
• Album:Factors of the Seven (1998)