[Lyric] No Church In The Wild Free Write (Critical Lenz)

Cage dive right into predators
Eating bars whenever charged by my competitors
Never passing beneficial bills like senators
Changing written compositions more often than editors
All the contents are marble
Sculpting out tunnels till each wrist is carpal
Phase repulsory rays, my palm is an arsenal
Iron man of this rap game, ya’ll stare in marvel
Equivalent to Themistocles
Earn the titles these rappers seem to acquire mystically
Sinking their self-worships, on narcissistic seas
Destroying naval fleets, drowning them in their misery
And Me? - Exceeding perceived limits
Gravity nonexistent I defy the laws of physics
Getting lifted - no need for weed or marijuana
Hot as gourmet chefs steaming veggies in a sauna
Speaking of heat, how are blazing guns feminine?
They call the next of kin after you’re pumped full of estrogen
Only iron you know is smoothing wrinkled clothes
Golf club, swing hard, hole in one, single stroke
Rappers today are uncertain of how to write
Random metaphors, looking proud like “yo, now it’s tight”
Can’t comprehend rising inclinations
With a question mark when it seems you're trying to make a statement
What good’s the Hollywood walk of fame and payments
At the expense of your name dragged throughout the pavement?
They stay scheming for bling and a maybach
Locating talent’s like finding needles in haystacks
On the dark side of the moon minus a face-mask
And an empty tank of gas left aboard your space-craft
Similar circumstance, seems we all struggle
The game advances we strategize call in the huddle
Wonder why boundaries escape our vision
We pass the fact it don’t exist like the line of scrimmage
How can we follow morals - designed by religions
Since capitalism is a darwinistic system?
People driftin' through voids like satellites
If they get close you’re the next host to these parasites
Superficial agendas ain’t my cup a tea
Filled with splenda – women too unluckily
Our future ain’t in the cards – she say pull out
Thinking we’re two of a kind tryin to make a full house
Smiling in my face, behind my back a liar
Relationship similar to Samson and Delilah
Girls aim for my heart like youtube favorites
Meanwhile they’re instrumentals going on my playlist
I’m just trying to live in harmony
And get passed my past, like “pardon me”
For these false friends aggression is harboring
Because abused trust feels like an armed robbery
Knife in the back, Brutus to a Caesar
Spear in my side, Judice to a Jesus
And so I brought the masking tape
Since they all parade around me like it were a masquerade
Their actions don’t equate, I’m not even a factor
Twitter personalities, 140 characters
Now they’re shaping up since my pensions great
Like they found faith holding out these collection plates
So they expect a little charity
The pearly gates are closed, no ever after happily
I’d suppose by the chapters end they’d repent
Intending to be held holy like religious sacraments
But my minds on other contemplations
Pursuing rap, consider that my confirmation
Sneer paired with furrowed brows, I’m used to it
We’re taught bread is holy, we devour the Eucharist
From the street to the church, priests change fast
Preaching to the choir, stained souls stained glass
Sign of the cross, pray before different images
Hollow be thy name, we breath wicked spirits in
Unfamiliar with scriptures in the bible
As if the morals in the tales ain’t linked to survival
For more than 40 days I’ll be reigning see my greatness
Was determined at creation you’re just late with revelations