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 HiM