Big Words

Nooo! I mean, I ain't looking up all these words. I mean, people gotta work with me. Let's go to the library together.
 Though life is vicious and filled by riches
 And men with prestigious wishes
 Who look to scratch your seditious,
 Salacious, sacrilegious, and sexual itches,
 All while hittin' switches lookin' for glitches
 So they can still call it business
 But that's not what this is—
 This is missions—deliberate decisions from divisions
 Of men and women with visions of playin' Christian positions
 Who suffer under suspicious superstitious traditions
 But still know that his grace is sufficient
 That's what this is.
 Hey yo, what if I be the broad cat
 How could I make you say that I'm all that
 And what if you went out and brought the mob back
 And humbled myself I made 'em fall back?
 What would you call that?
 Do it from the ball cat
 The kind that get the crowd up and make 'em all clap
 And when I dish the rock I get the ball back
 Cause I'm the go-to man
 And when I go to slam
 They say "You saw that?!?
 Aww snap!"
 So you mean I need a Bentley, Benz, or a Lexus
 And be able to hold heat ambidextrous
 And blow a hole in someone's solar plexus
 All cause murder is infectious
 And get my flex on
 In order for me to get my respect on
 And wearin' Kevlar for my protection
 But let me ask a question:
 What if I AM the resurrection?
 Though life is vicious and filled by riches
 And men with prestigious wishes
 Who look to scratch your seditious,
 Salacious, sacrilegious, and sexual itches,
 All while hittin' switches lookin' for glitches
 So they can still call it business
 But that's not what this is—
 This is missions—deliberate decisions from divisions
 Of men and women with visions of playin' Christian positions
 Who suffer under suspicious superstitious traditions
 But still know that his grace is sufficient
 That's what this is.
 Well OK, so help me now follow the mind play
 Show me the difference between Grace and Shawn Jay
 The real Roxanne from Shanté, Tiki from Ronde but from a divine way
 And while you at it, explain to me the struggles of Kanye
 The temptation fightin' that of Beyoncé
 And would the answers there displayed be different from all the answers that I'd say?
 Would I also have to bow down here to mere opinion?
 And be a king rulin' with no dominion?
 Just opinion.
 Am I adjacent here without opinion?
 In other words, do I run the floor with nobody here to throw the oop to?
 No high court to tell the truth to?
 But what if I'm above judge and jury
 While at the same time being love and fury?
 Though life is vicious and filled by riches
 And men with prestigious wishes
 Who look to scratch your seditious,
 Salacious, sacrilegious, and sexual itches,
 All while hittin' switches lookin' for glitches
 So they can still call it business
 But that's not what this is—
 This is missions—deliberate decisions from divisions
 Of men and women with visions of playin' Christian positions
 Who suffer under suspicious superstitious traditions
 But still know that his grace is sufficient
 That's what this is.
 Hey this is all his
 If you understand glory then you know it's all his
 If you following the story then you know it's all his.
 The verse sets up with all ears
 And it shows us what the fall did.
 By nature men know that God is a real person
 But now to glorify him as God is a real burden.
 And now our proud dark hearts are hurtin'
 Pray repentance cause reprobatin' is lurkin'.
 Go back to the small words
 'Cause many say you can't handle the big words
 They say reprobate is for the big birds and the church nerds
 Like dictionaries only chill in the suburbs (huh?)
 They say you wouldn't be able to study words like sin, death—
 Propitiation ain't for you yet
 They say you know embezzlement, felony, strife
 But can't learn ever relevant benevolent Christ!