[Verse 1: Boogalu]
Leeeeet's go hunting
And k** all the elephants, (Whoop!)
The room is full of them
Crowding out the realness
Their talk is cute
Through their trunks and their suits
But hypocrisy's is devilish
The niceties polite
But its sugar coated hellishness
Damaging to sacred kin
In His image we was made
So why we pimping satan's skin
Wolves pimping sheep skin
Outfitted when we out living
Like prideful men
Fall in
If you guilty of the greatest sin
Shotgun your flattery
Shutdown the vanity
Derobe your fallacies
Bow before the Most High
And watch these elephants die
Lumber jacking every stanking eye
Chuck your logs out
N' Oust your imposter
For purging in the fire
And maybe we can talk
Then like real men
Admitting that
We all need checking
Repent for Resurrection
Redirecting how we living...
Let's get it
[Verse 2: Boogalu]
I see more pastors
Playing actors
Wanting that fame fix
I see more rappers
Rapping self
Wanting the same fix
Yo Its a vain twist
Twisting wrists
To get famous
Through the angle
Of saying Jesus
But His mission ain't the interest
It's like liquor in the vain twists
See behavior turn dangerous
Cancerous to cats
They call fans of theirs
Buzzed off your pretty pics
Mugs shots
Of vanity and selfishness
Yo, let's be stupid blunt
Why you playing with the sacred
Claiming God your only Trust
But in your marketing
You bargain him
For ego trips
And building hits
Let's take a litmus test
Perhaps, dip into your very fix?
What do you call success?
What determines what stage you pick?
'Cuz this determines young gunner
Why you really spit
Are you hunting for a stage
Or for faithfulness
To the very end?
Booga being a pessimist, I get it
But Get it
I'm shooting at the heart
'cuz at the heart of the art
We got to honor Him
So give me pastors
Who know weakness
Over a power trips
And artists who decrease
For the Increase of HiM