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

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Gematria Records

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