5 Fingers of Death Freestyle Lecrae

[Verse 1]
Hey look, Cole talk that college talk
Wayne talk gangs
Jay be talking money man and Ye' talk fame
And people say I talk about the same ole thang
The reason why I sound the same is cause the truth don't change
Look, people get it twisted like a lemon in a spirit
If I ain't talking killing I must be talking bout healing
Nah, I ain't talking 'bout how Jesus gonna make me a million
With my hands to the ceiling I got that spiritual feeling
My head bowed down, my knees to the floor
Oh you a Christian and you rap
That must be the way you flow, no
I talk reality like mama on her death bed
The birth of a child, a soldier losing his left leg
Who gon' write songs to give him hope in they chair
Addicted to pain killers, wife left last year
Your favorite rapper was probably tryin' to make his next hit
Talking look at what I did, who I shot and who I tipped
Couldn't be more common if them boys made sense
Couldn't be more common if Serena was they chick
Ay, that's not a diss that's how reality sound
Let it off my mind, this how my mentality sound
We going, down south it sound like New Orleans
But this is kind of Floridian so let me get the scene
Uh, let me spit it
Hold on, that's off the dome
Get the microphone, yea you know it's on