Non-Fiction

V.1
Let's start a riot up in Cincinnati but I ain't talking bout physical
Most rappers are mentally challenged but I challenge the mental
My rhymes are sequential, brought to life from a pad and a pencil
Can't cast my pearls to the swine coz my rhymes are sentimental
My rhymes are not temporary trends, a lease or a rental
What I speak is the WAY, the TRUTH, the LIFE, so my rhymes are eternal
Words like fire shut up in your bones, my rhymes are infernal
I keep up with the times so I stay on track like a journal
They can't push my lyrical weight, they can't even lift my bars
Coz they rap to get paid, so they rap about the rims on their cars
The house they live in, the guns they cock, the girls they cop
The organized street crime and how they slang weed and rocks
They rap to get paid but I paid my dues
I gave my life to Christ, now I tell folk you either choose or refuse
And if you choose to refuse, you choose to lose
This is the truth, the Bible's proof, that's all I spit in the booth

Chorus:
Non-Fiction, true to life, factual
I don't spit made up tales, I spit what's actual
Non-Fiction, I take the approach to explore the core
What's being ignored and bring it to the forefront

V.2
I'm the boy with hot bars from Almighty God I get hot bars
I ain't a deacon, I'ma rapper so I spit hot bars
I ain't trying to be the hardest, I'm just trying to be hard
So I can captivate the audience and to this garbage they'll disregard
This is the truth, in my terms it's called Non-Fiction
If you tired of hearing the same old, same old, I suggest you pay attention
Too many rappers spitting murder over beats
Too many Christian rappers rap too soft, their lyrics just ain't concrete
A lot of souls searching, trying to find the truth
Most ain't on foolishness, they're looking for the truth with proof
But most are ignorant to the fact that the truth's in the Word
A lot of folk hurting on that block while they flip birds on the curb
Most don't realize what separates man from God is sin
Without Him our life-lines are more thin than the strings on a violin
So as I preach this rapid fire, my source don't come from liars
Preach what's higher, so sinful nature retires