Black Jesus (feat. Raekwon & U-God)

Lyrics

Burn something kid
 Yeah, youknowwhatImsaying, let me tell you something man
 Through the man's mind, God
 He see his elevation, God
 See through his mind, he see his elevation, God
 See this where he begin to know that where he come from
 See some people don't have no direction, God
 Because they don't know the science of they self
 See the signs of life is the signs of you
 All the elements that it took to create you
 Everything that's in the universe, God
 That's created the universe, God, is just within you
 You see what I'm sayin?
 And that's the mind that you can't see
 Don't you know if a man could take and flip himself inside out, God
 He'll fall out and die if he sees the shit that goes on... inside?
 So you mean to tell me I'm the creator of all this right here?
 You the creator of all this
 Because all these things must happen, it must take place
 See people go back in the day, God
 They say: one man, one woman, Adam and Eve, there ain't no such thing
 Everything you see always has been and always will what be
 Regardless the womb or what, it's got to be
 Hit me, hit me, hit me, I don't wanna hear nothin
 Word Up
 Got to pay
 Yeah, it's like that right?
 Blow his back out, make his shoes worth
 A-yo, this shit be off the noggin rock it
 Whatever cock block it
 Cat get blown, who own this street corner
 Foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer
 Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer
 For real, marinating nigga's skating
 Debating waiting style flowingly relating
 Fine line switch it on ya, like venetian blinds
 The mission is mine, fabulous king I divine
 Titanium Hydro collide though
 Yo dun dun polly this conjunction, son one
 Slang doctor, medicated kids pay it
 Say it, these niggas in affect dun, stay rap related
 Cassette rhymer, 5-G consigner, line for liner
 Poet designer, sharp like Linus
 Mic of the year award, fly gear award
 Them niggas over there be analyzing with one sword
 Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent
 Nuff shit to get your whole team crazily sent
 Now all I need is a half gallon of weed
 Proceed, to bust this mic dick and make three seeds
 Then max out like two Ac's inside the parking lot
 Son bark a lot and get his team hit in the dark a lot
 What now blow, clicking like a calico
 Gold, Maximillion, one love keep it real yo
 Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice-rocking niggas
 Peace, this summer's mines, I blow the biggest
 Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini
 Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me
 Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way above
 These mics is like the Golden Gloves verses spark plug
 Its like the pennant, seminar's the play-off
 Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off
 This specialist who eyeballed your mistress necklace
 Perpetuous, this curly-head kid's treacherous
 Let go the eggo, so we can dip dip dive like Lego
 Throw on can-can, eat that plus this instrumental
 Ah shit say Stark-ologist
 Starks-ologist, fried fish halibut
 Pull out the bull horn, let's celebrate like Kunta was born
 We elbowed our way inside Loud and got on
 I played the building, burn a branch and get filled in
 Like Pilgrims G-in' Pepridge farms from out of millions
 Who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordmans
 That rock that fisherman hat like Gorton's
 I hold down the place, no shots to the face
 Elite Special force no religious style faith
 The melting pot boil gun shot drama soil
 Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil
 Manhandle pain killing erect my hidden
 Streets made me potent put your 9-6 bid in
 Vampire curse disperse on each verse
 Swim in black water, act slaughter through my earth
 You're hit by my element Great Wall of China
 Mountain peak holds the globe like vagina
 Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand
 Finger rolling rhythm ride the horse one hand
 Golden Eye, Spy vs. Spy, guilty of suspicion
 Chess boxer, mic in dead body position
 40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse invention
 Divine universal black man representing
 Similar to pure, rhyme blowing out the pore
 Battery in the back, keep me charged for the raw
 I'm bred type thorough, pistolero gun hero
 Renaissance rebel chatter-boxing your barrel
 Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble
 Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles
 Lock down, for this curfew

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Song Details

Duration
04:37
Key
9
Tempo
98 BPM

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