Lyrics Pump Fake - conscience

I sleep light on these materials
Only hype about the Spirit
I say go I′m yellin clear it GO
Thanking God we ain't in critical
I got one book one faith
One kick drum bass
Yelling till the voice box crack
Lungs Break
Head might just fall off the top like a pump fake
Moshpit one take
Head high the Son Saves

We got one mic one faith
Yall God is better no way
Yall just love to hate that′s poor taste
I don't really care about what yall say
I don't care bout materials only faith is residual
I just came out the mud the fact I′m here is a miracle
Yall could pass me the ball I pump fake and I hook
Yea they reading the book now the enemy shook
Only high off the Spirit and my lyrics you hear it
Yea we taking it serious they pass the ball and I clear it
I was underground, now I′m in the attic
God is on our side, Yall don't want the static
I am an addict I′m rapping I'm spazzing
They feeling the tactics they wishing they had it
They was like no way
I just hit you with the pump fake

I sleep light on these materials
Only hype about the Spirit
I say go I′m yellin clear it GO
Thanking God we ain't in critical
I got one book one faith
One kick drum bass
Yelling till the voice box crack
Lungs Break
Head might just fall off the top like a pump fake
Moshpit one take
Head high the Son Saves

I′m cracking the safe
Stand back it ain't safe watch me brag on the faith
(Faith, wait)
I'm blacking no cape
Cape, Battz hand me the ball dog I′m back in the paint
(Paint)
Blood of Christ like a primer
God new life and it fit like designer
Used to think it was all just a fluke
Now I go back and I′m picking up minors
Out to the prison I kick it to lifers
Making a way any means I'm McGyver
Gritty these streets I came out a survivor
So many lost and trapped in the fire
Got one answer he spares like a tire
You could be happy in sin that′s a liar
Party in heaven you won't get a flier
Casket is fresh but you ain′t getting flyer
I waited for Heaven to praise with the choir
Soul lit I can't get any higher
If you dig it you can cop, no wire
(Ten four)

I sleep light on these materials
Only hype about the Spirit
I say go I′m yellin clear it GO
Thanking God we ain't in critical
I got one book one faith
One kick drum bass
Yelling till the voice box crack
Lungs Break
Head might just fall off the top like a pump fake
Moshpit one take
Head high the Son Saves