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taelor gray - iron lyrics

[intro]:
yeah, we going straight through

[verse 1]:
aye, i ain’t tryna slapbox with bars
your feathers getting ruffled
hope your beats match your bars
sonic and knuckles
you want transparent, look, imma give you see-through
i done got some christian rap albums i could skeet shoot
but these christians tryna rap is so sensitive
tell em get better, and they pout it’s so ridiculous
y’all makin music just to keep the kids hyper
i’m a writer, i’m a poet with a touch of norman geisler
started from the bottom, find me working on my craft
man, bj made me freestyle, i always went last
was 15 when they told me i was weak
it was kam, chris, and bird caught me rappin off-beat
motivation jump started me, rap became a part of me
now parallel the fact the word of god added sharpening
hold up, hold up, hold up
and now i’m just, i’m just cooling; this is recreation
all them blood sweat and tears done turned to second nature
and now it’s automatic, instead of dogmatic
this ain’t no game of thrones, man, y’all pretty boys can have it
i’m just tryna find a witness
casting lines for the fishes
for the rappers still convinced that our god is monolithic
it’s not evangelistic, i think music’s just a bridge
but that’s just my opinion; y’all can leave that where it is
now, i been spending time studying the art form
it’s like we forgot why we even use the arts for
all this compet-tion, compromises product
and now you’re up in sears tryna find your size in prada
consciences is seared, call me mcafee, the virus is in apathy
and half our innovation’s from the j-panese
it’s like we got some secondhand swag but
god bless america’s merchandising flag
yeah they got me too, tryna fight against the system
if we dissin, i ain’t distant, i been way too superficial
tryna be a christian while i’m battling my vanity
trying not to buy kicks, so i can give financially
i hear the spirit but my nature so bossy
and i ain’t reading “radical”, i know what it’s gon cost me
hold up, hold up, hold up
yeah that’s the ugly, the ugly, you can take it with the pretty
or just judge me, you can miss me with your immature committees
and you can find me snickering, chewing on some licorice
i’m so cool they put my lyrics on they pinterest
and there i go, nah, y’all ain’t praying for me
a former legalist, in need of grace to help support me
still, if i’m listening to secular i’m studying
ain’t lookin for no artists i can get all buddy-buddy with
buddy-buddy with. i mean, i still have friends, but, you know, heh
look, they tryna get your worldview slanted
i know i keep ranting, but the consequence is rampant
i can’t believe that they market these fiascos
they want you seeing just so they keep your eyes closed
i’m reading tennyson, while i’m eating venison
this world full of jacobs, ’cause they all about they benjamin’s
if you ain’t catch it, homie, man, i’m just venting
clearing out these air ducts, firming up conviction
man, i hope it’s like some vicks on your chest
so when it’s all over find me taking deep breaths

[outro]:
that’s it, man
i’m on

- taelor gray lyrics

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