Fresh Gospel Record

[Verse 1: Varsityjasper]
Step in the booth imma murder the beat
Burning the walls 'till the ash at my feet
I'm a dog on the run 'cause I don't got a leash
I'm a don in my city I'm bringing the heat
And they calling my name and I don't even hear it
Verses are prayers for fame to be near
And I spit the new gospel like I was god fearing
The powers above manifest in my lyrics
I swore I would make it, it's testing my patience
I'm waking up early to rise to occasions
I'm rising above all the hatred and hate shit
Ain't getting us further ahead in the race
Back in 010 they said pray for the Haitians
Where was the love man you people just ain't shit
Activists 'till there's an actual cause
Then you show them your back and proceed to keep faking
I can't pretend I'm an angel in fact
I'm just trying my best and my outlet is rap
And the things that I say and the things that I do
They don't always align and I'm working on that
And I'm working I'm working I'm working I'm working
Passionate you can see it's not an act
I put my blood sweat and tears in to music
Addicted to rhyming this shit is my crack

[Verse 2: Juci-A]
I been laying low, tryna stay afloat
Let them flex what they got if they paying for it
Telling me shit they did like way to go
I ain't need to tell them what they should know
I got too much to do I got ways to go
And I'm still the same got the same goals
Rocking plain gold
Different color shoes, rocking rainbow
I ain't pick up the phone I been reading mo'
Put that shit down take a look around
Gotta see what you got what you complaining for
Then love yours shout out J. Cole
This what the fans been waiting for
This what the people been needing
No time for competing
We all got to eat its time
We get together and stop all the beefing
I wanna see people I wanna see [?]
I wanna see smiles not just from the weekend
I just wanna help but only if you need
Don't go take advantage I know what you thinking

[Verse 3: D-Manson]
I don't trust nobody
Need new hobbies
Feeling empty on the days I'm salty
Don't feel the need to go to parties
Always feel the need to say I'm sorry
Things feeling dull 'cause I stopped the smoking
Live life in color grey but stay posted
Hardest working team you'll ever see
Soon to be considered the best MC's
Little asthma, lot of coughing
Don't get confused put you in the coffin
Group of guys with a lot of aggression
Still focused on my grades so I'm not stressing
'Cause I'm 'bout my shit
Done with the disses so put down your pen an pick up your fists
Bitch, can't fuck with me
Six foot one so get on your feet, when you talk to me
Rappers so ass so I eat them up like groceries