Lucky You

Uh, y'all ready? Hey babe, tell the kids to keep it down I'm recording Off tour, back up in the lab again Get to cookin', yup goin' ham again Flow like a battering ram, or a man in a van Crashing into their wack rapper Sedan 'Cause I'm mad at 'em Tell 'em it's a wrap, welcome to the rap laminate Sever the cabbage of any rapper hailing the baphomet You can't stomach the subject matter we handle If you did manage it, it would probably shatter your abdomen dawg I hear y'all suckin' y'all teeth, when you hear "Christian Rap" Like the Son of God sweet Boy, if I come at y'all, you know what I could've done to y'all If I wanted dawg, wouldn't none of y'all eat (Real talk) Broke in the game like a rap burglar The Rap Nat Turner, with a habit to rap circles around you But you never heard of me, so I understand when you laugh But just know I can murder these rap cats that you have heard of The hardest part of this is not to bury you Part of me don't want it, but the other part is daring you Feeling froggy, take a leap like a skydiver I promise I'ma catch a body like a parachute You know how hard it is, keeping it positive Even with God in it, if not it'd be more people involved in it Just know this not hip-hop in a lesser form This truth music, harder to make but it's better for 'em I could've been the villain, lucky you But I'm over here chillin', lucky you I coulda been on that side, lucky you But the flow got baptized, lucky you Forgive, I just feel like they just had to know And realize that if I want it, I could go Kill everything on that side, lucky you But the flow got baptized, lucky you Hi guys, I've arrived, it's me the Bible guy I was only trying to shine this little light of mine Trying to give sight to blind, trying to rewire minds Line for line, so they can be everything God designed Why would guys try me, like I couldn't if I decide To put them in dirt, and give them this work, nine to five Rifle at the Eiffel, willing and ready to snipe and any guy You idolize, bombing like Iron Mike with Al Qaeda type fists, kill a rival with this mic of mine Simple as pile driving a knife into a slice of pie And not the Macgyver type, Michael Myers size Every line up inside this binder of mine could be homicide See I been cool, but you been doing too much lately Thinking you can play me, like I'm some tuba or ukulele Better watch how you be doin' that Newborn Jewish Baby I can do to you for Him, what Slim will do to you for Hailie I'm tellin' y'all, I been hella calm lately Don't get your head, neck and all, severed on HD Reppin' God in Heaven, y'all could never Kanye me And you ain't got the answers, so you could never Sway me I still rep what I been reppin, it's God's gang I kill flesh with a big weapon, I'm John Wayne God over money boy, we don't come to work to play Oh, you thought Christian Rap was soft, you gon' learn today I could've been the villain, lucky you But I'm over here chillin', lucky you I coulda been on that side, lucky you But the flow got baptized, lucky you Forgive, I just feel like they just had to know And realize that if I want it, I could go Kill everything on that side, lucky you But the flow got baptized, lucky you