The Machinist ft. CONQUEST Lyrics

Lyricist of the year, this is God still showing off

Like no hand backflips in a freestyle motorcross

I'm "Carey Hart", I'm praying Ashleigh is "Pink"

I'm slick & very sharp so rappers rapidly shrink

My words they actually 'Sting'

With that 'Message in the Bottle' that I graphically bring to all these rappers who stink

They gotta be kiddin', rather be poverty stricken

Before you properly listen to genocide, that philosophy's prison

Inspired by rappers & movies to start fights

So a 'Joker' turned a midnight showing into a 'Dark Knight'

Got my kid spooked, she ain't trying to see 'Bruce Wayne'

When shooters 'cause 'Riots', I ain't rhyming no '2 Chainz'

Chicago violence? got that place losin'

Somebody fired? empire state shootings

It's why god's calling us not to be complacent

To live adjacent to what we spit in basements

Verbal samurai, sharper than a blade when I'm witty

Word to Malakai, I'm really trying to "Pray For My City"

This is Nas when he was 'Blazing a 50'

Or Lauryn dropping 'Vocab', amazingly gritty

This be a set from Skrillex, the 'rave' of the city

Corey Taylor skillset with rage gettin' busy

Same firepower, but I use it for a higher power

In my finest hour, I am Christ empowered

It's why many dissect how I rock it in the pocket

More than frank ocean coming out closet when he blogged it!

I pray they do & recognize their breakthrough

Is in Christ, 'cause though I'm nice, I can't save you

Wordplay & double entendres, won't change you

On Thursday when trouble is sponsored by grey goose

Stumble out the club where your movements a crime

Drunk enough for cops to shoot you quick numerous times

Lyricist of the year so my god is esteemed

From a song to a social network, I do work, I'm a machine

Going at the machine that I rage against

Shoving poison down our throat, I never play the fence

I know you couldn't fathom this spell

of jealously & politics in Christian music, it's apparent as well

I know scheming is strong but you'd be reading me wrong

Sayin' I'm hating on rappers 'cause I ain't feeling a song

'cause their popular, suddenly I can't be saying squat

Swear I'm drunk with envy, with each bar I'm taking shots

Like Lecrae's smokin', but turning him into a God 'cause you're that open?

Your idolatry is showin'!!!

I love Nas, but I'm still not into "Nastradamus"

That's a promise, everything ain't dope, though he's that accomplished

Can't read between the lines? let me make it more legible

Man made, fan made, even stan made

& egos are bruised beyond a band-aid, that's Jay

Going at the golden calf you got these rappers looking like

Never will I roll with that, I'm shocked the pastor booked the type

The perception of saints we gotta change that

It's why a Muslim's never disrespected in today's rap

A threesome in a mosque? don't you say that

I wanna 'uhhh' & I say 'church', yeah you play that!

And radio straight empowers their actions

But we can't blame the artists, we allow it to happen

Truth is, we don't preach the truth to half the nation

Too busy leaning on the church for their validation

Trip Lee or T.I., Eminem or Braille

Put any above God? that sentiment will fail

on the real, believers worshipping rappers or preachers

Ain't no different than the teenage girl worshipping Beiber either

So keep you eyes on christ or drown deeper

In an ocean of depravity, rapidly like your name was peter

Your choice, either sink or swim or stick to sin

Or choose Christ, the king is him!!!

Lyricist of the year so my god is esteemed

From a song to a social network, I do work, I'm a machine

Going at the machine that I rage against

Shoving poison down our throat, I never play the fence