Mayday! - Puberstition lyrics

[Preacher Intro] You are commanded to be baptized, dipped, immersed, plunged, overwhelmed [Verse 1 - Concept Residue] Puberty hits No shoe fits Can't even think I be losing my wits Smellier pits Eating more grits All I be thinkin' is loving the chicks Fidgety eyes, digital thighs Everything makes rigidity rise What can I do to get it to stop? I truly do wanna forget it a lot Finally making the change up Hormones they taking the blame up Waking my veins up, shaking my brains up Guess it's taking the reins up Losing the war to my poison pen Switching it up, boys to men You see I'm not playing with toys again My brain really enjoys it when I'm feeling the rush of an eminent gush Get with your crush, lay down on plush Do what you gotta to get her to flush God damn it man, I'm feeling the lust Wait hold up you're saying that's a sin? A feeling meant to keep the human race living? Please, I concede with wrath and greed But not a deed we need meant to spread the seed They say a baby needs a baptism after they're born Because the bringers of the baby left sin in its core An infant in scorn, a born sinner The sin of the father served to him like dinner And just because I was never baptized Doesn't mean that I was ever capsized [Verse 2 - Diiscyple] I've been ready but they didn't know it A revelation of preparation, continue growing 'till I'm a giant, remain defiant, I'm so reliant I prefer an alliance when I apply my lyrical science Like a pack of lions, I move in silence when using violence You sound like a siren that won't be quiet until you dying You like a Mayan, predict the ending but you was lying I'm more like a tyrant that's crucifying that kid who crying Man without the iron, eye without the hawk I'll avenge all my neighbors who could never talk He's repping the west, considered the best Famous for keeping it fresh Thinking he special, came in a vessel, celestial Unsuccesful rapper that came here to wrestle Know that my name is respectful Technical with a projectile, metal Like Hansel and Gretel No I'm not hunting for witches But here's the honest condition Impossible mission, religion mixed with superstition I must have met a thousand haters, man But I don't love 'em I'd rather hang out with my fans Enjoy the breeze, please Agreed overseas that I am the truth And they will believe [Preacher Outro] All around this world today, there are people listening To preachers just like me, who are relying on what the preacher says without ever studying it for themselves Oh, well there's a lot of disagreement on this one, but people have a right to be wrong, that's what I always say