John Wesley (Rap) - Bottom of a Lake lyrics

All we have in common is selfishness I ain't buying faith and knowing are the same if you're selling it If we can't know and faith is relative Then we can take everything we think about Heaven and say to Hell with it But see, I see that as a great thing I think it's funny you're a Christian and for saying that you hate me So just take what I say with a grain of salt And try not to blame Satan – it ain't his fault Stay focused, need your attention for three minutes I won't be finished soon this is the beginning I'm not into free spending, I don't need women Snuck in the back door of rap and the key's in it, please Listen while I speak visions Fixing your attention span of rap that's been relinquished Here to stay and I won't let you leave critics And if you don't give a sh** - I'ma rap until you finally give it Whatchu gonna do? I think they're onto you Whatchu gonna say, how's it gonna taste When you're found dead at the bottom of a lake? I'll write you an orchestra of horror Made violent by the violins A symphony of sympathy I'm by myself writing it So if you're listening AND rewinding You're probly playing Beau, Eryck, Mike, or Ivan So if you ever wonder where I am Look for the above mentioned; I'll be standing by them Rest in peace to Shawn Chilton How literal do we interpret being one of God's children? When I was younger I use to wonder If rappers really wished a disappearance on every listener who did not feel them Barely a rapper I don't doubt in the booth We gon' need to pour out more than 40 oz. for Proof If we don't do something – rap will die – that's that I can't figure out if it's black and white or abstract And I'd hang up the mic and drop the pen If I didn't know the predicament this writing has got me in Won't say “I'm great” or something so you adore me more My sk** level's up to the audience I'm performing for Every 6 o'clock news there's a bulletin Of somebody famous I would love to put a bullet in And it's ironic to my attitude But for every finger you are pointing there are three more pointing back at you Whatchu gonna do? I think they're onto you Whatchu gonna say, how's it gonna taste When you're found dead at the bottom of a lake? Your arguments are a cyclical bore Back and forth, right and wrong, with the biblical lore You complain about a physics report While a block down an infant is born asphyxiated by his umbilical chord Your lust is a fictional who*e Harmless in your mind but it wreaks havoc on the physical world Today's rap is gimmicks galore And I'm convinced that it would be given bad news if it walked through that clinical door Been called ridiculous before, but I'ma give critics some more Pulling the edge closer to a cynic's a sport So rich - you would picket the poor Until they spit some Kessler at your house and threw a match that was lit on the porch If d**h'll visit with a bottle I'ma polish three And write an album of lyrics before I fall asleep If church is your only concern for offering And you can't see the bigger picture –then I'll put it where you all can see I don't believe I have respect for the Vatican All I see are power hungry separatists and manikins Some people still have the nerve to disagree You wonder why I'm angry and taking it to this degree We could go to 3rd world countries and build waterfalls Instead we renovate to have more spiritual alter calls You shake your head and say I need the truth I HOPE whatever god you believe in doesn't believe in you Whatchu gonna do? I think they're onto you Whatchu gonna say, how's it gonna taste When you're found dead at the bottom of a lake?