1541 - Hit 'Em Wit a Rap Lyrics

I have a secret
What is it?
I like to rap, a lot
Still? Weird, but OK
Well, I think I want to be a rapper
What?
I mean, a Christian rapper
What?! Even worse! (Hmm)
You want to leave a career in private equity to become a Christian rapper?
What does that even mean?!
Are you insane?!
Haha

Look, I've been dreaming, I admit it seems unusual
Decided that I'm leaving, tired of sitting in this cubicle
Suitable for a job, but it's not what I want
It used up all that I've got, and my clock's ticking on
Let me hit 'em wit a, yeah; honestly, I'm over the same
Routine, it's not for me, I'm totally drained
Hoped to create, but it's the same stuff, doesn't change much
I don't have the patience for waiting another eight months
Saved up, now I'm buying some beats
Excited to see, it's fire and I'm signing the lease
But quietly please, keeping silent, I like it discreet
When I finish, it's different, then I guess you might get to see
Until then, you would never even know I exist
Won't be over my shoulder trying to poke your nose into this
Pestering with questions stressing that you know I should quit
As if my life should be recited as you wrote it to script
Nah, look, I'm really gonna to do this
Yeah I know the risk, but I really love the music
Might not (Woof) be a hit, so you might say that it's useless
But I have a gift, and I'll find a way to use it
You get, one life every day is a loan
God's ahead of me has it ready, so I take it to go
He made me to show, his glory telling all that he did
For me; story is just beginning and it's wonderfully written

So let me hit 'em wit a rap
Rap? Yea, do you, I'ma do me
Tell my critics: let me hit 'em wit a rap
Yeah, do you, I'ma do me
Let me hit 'em wit a, hit 'em wit a rap
Yeah, do you, I'ma do me
Tell my critics: let me hit 'em wit a rap (Ayo, turn my mic up)
Yeah, do you, I'ma do me (Yo)

The lift is heavy, immeasurably so
All these experts are so upsetting, pretending to know everything, setting my goals readily
Telling me what to say if I want to do this effectively
Telling me who to imitate, not to do this offensively
Uh, guess it tends to be the woke I annoy
Unrelenting, they try to pressure me by choking my voice
They don't get a choice, my lyrics aren't up for debate
Cause I'm rhyming what's on my mind whether you love it or hate
I'm not gonna change my message, forget it homie, you won't win (Nope)
Never tatted I'm comfortable in my own skin
Don't need your approval, your standards for who's an artist
Are unbelievably too low, you have to raise where your bar is (Whoo)
I elevate, not dumb it down
Think highly of the mental state and taste of the thundering crowd
Funny now, but maybe eventually, I guess we'll see
What's meant to be, but even (yeah) if it's me (yeah) and the mirror (yeah) I'll give the best of me (yeah)

And hit 'em wit a rap
Yeah, do you, I'ma do me
Tell my critics: let me hit 'em wit a rap
Yeah, do you, I'ma do me
Let me hit 'em wit a, hit 'em wit a rap
Yeah, do you, I'ma do me
Tell my critics: let me hit 'em wit a rap
Yeah, do you, I'ma do me

Haha, hey, a bit about how I got here
More to follow on what I'm trying to do next
1541
Gematria Records
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