Black Jesus (Letra)

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ft. Raekwon and U-God

[Raekwon:]
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
I don’t wanna here nuttin’
Word Up, got to pay
Yeah, Its like that right
Blow his Back out, make his shoes work

Aye Yo, this shit be off the knock it rock
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, marinatin’ nigga’s skatin’
debatin’ waitin’ style flowinly relatin’
Fine line switch it on ya like venetian blinds
the mission is mine, fabulous king I devine
Titanium Hydro collado, Yo dunn dunn polly dis conjunction
Son what, slang doctor, Medicaid the kids pay it
say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related
Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for liner
Poet designer, sharp like liners
Mic of the year award, fly gear award
them niggas over there be analyzing for 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 as Mike Ditka made three seeds
then Max out like two Ack’s inside the parking lot
son Bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot
what now blow, clickin’ like a calico
gold maxmillion, one love keep it real yo

[Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, Ice rockin niggas
Peace, the summers mine, 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
This mic is like golden gloves verses spark plug
Its like the pennant, Seminars the Play-off
Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off
The Specialist who eyeballed the mistress necklace
Perpetuous, this curly head kid’s treturous
Leggo the Eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego
Throwin’ can-can, eat that plus this instrumental
Awwww Shit say Stark-aligist, Starks-aligist
Fried fish halibut
pull out the bull horn
and 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 a million
who wanna rhyme? who wanna challenge the swordsman?
that rock that fisherman hat like Gorden’s

[U-God:]
I hose down the place
No shots to the face
Elite Special force no religion style faith
The meltin’ pot boil gun shot drama soil
Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil
Man handle brain killin’ erect my hidden
Streets may be 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 hold the globe like vagina
Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand
Finger rollin’ 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 invented
divine universal black man representin’
Similar the pure, rhyme blowin out the pore
Battery in the back, keep it charged for the raw
I’m bred type thorough, pistol lyro gun hero
renaissance rebel shadow boxin 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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Black Jesus (Letra)

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They call me white devil, black jesus
Heaven closes, hell freezes
Ego’s trippin’, scripts keep flippin’
Bloods keep bloodin’, crips keep crippin’
Time keeps slippin’ and i keep fallin’
I can’t see but i hear them callin’, ballers ballin’
Players playin’, haters fightin’, righteous prayin’
Don’t forget manhattan keep makin’, brooklyn keep takin’
Shook ones keep shakin’, no time for fakin’
Know what i mean, i ain’t choppin’ no bars just risin’ like cream
If you diggin’ the scene, you feelin’ the vibe
Throw your hands in the air, scream are you alive
Singin’ na, na, na, na, na, na x4

They call me black jesus, white moses
Heaven freezes, hell closes
B-boy posin’, punk rock chicks, kids are alright but i need my fix
If you diggin’ the mix, feelin’ the drugs, if you keepin’ it real
If you livin’ like thugs, i spit kisses and hugs like forty five slugs
Come back on the run and kiss my love gun
Got a look that’ll kill, voice that’ll carry
Half a dozen women that think i want a marry
I got trouble on my mind, i’m refusin’ to lose
But still i got a find someone to abuse, i’m gonna run spread the news
Help say the word, jump the fuck back and just act like you heard

(chorus)
They call me white devil, black jesus
Heaven closes, hell freezes
Black jesus, white moses
Heaven freezes, hell closes
Singin’ na, na, na, na, na, na x5

They call me white sinner, black martyr, live wire
Fire starter, jungle brother, red neck cracker, freak of nature
New world slacker, sex junkie lookin’ for a dealer
You can play the leper girl and i can play the healer
Shit is only gettin’ realer, baby haven’t you heard
That the bird, bird, bird, yes the bird is the word
It go one for the trebble, two for the times, and three for my homies and four for the dimes
Singin’ lemons to the limes to the break of dawn
Excuse me (six minutes) everlast you on
And it go on and on like a rolling stone, baby, anywhere i lay my hat is my home

(chorus)
They call me white devil, black jesus
Heaven closes, hell freezes
Black jesus, white moses
Heaven freezes, hell closes
Singin’ na, na, na, na, na, na x18

Black Jesus (Letra)

Ghostface Killah

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Master p)
-like 2pac said, only god can judge me
-but i think only black jesus can help me

Verse 1 (kane)

Six in the morning and i see the sunrise
Wish i died in my sleep didn’t want to open my eyes
To see this world so fucked up for me
And my family, worked so hard but can earn a decent salary,
These bills keep whooping a nigga ass
Spent my whole check trying to dress with class
I found myself having to smoke weed just to chill
Both my parents got killed and i ain’t cried still
All my niggas getting shot, peoples mama’s smoking rock
And who the hell can stop these fucked up cops
They like to overseaers and we like the slave bitches
Offer pussy to a nigga even though they got aids
You jumping in that pussy thatn you diving in the grave
White man build the prison and the niggas come through
Like the motherfuckers giving out free barbeque
Lock a nigga up for life and say fuck you
Most of ya’ll ain’t make it pass the 12th grade
That’s why you making minimum wage or slanging rocks for chump change
Alot of people died for the right to vote
We don’t use white devils taking nigga land and missuse it
On top of that i think my uncle on crack
My boy quay shaun took a slug in his back
>from another black now he in the coma trying to make it back
Come on come on
My old lady think she pregnant i ain’t got no cash for her
She probably fucking another nigga i wouldn’t put it past her
My mind got me murderous like john doe
Bitch ass niggas trying to play me like a hoe
And now i’m rolling round sucking on a steel dick
Bout to pull the trigger end it cause i’m tired of this bullshit
Know what i’m saying grown men don’t cry
But the ghetto got me wheeping like a bitch i’m gone die on my knees

(chorus)

Black jesus tell me why this world so fucked up
Allah, tell me why this world so fucked up
Black jesus tell me why this world so fucked up for me
For me a nigga

Verse 2 (abel)

They say that i was dealt some bad cards in this game of life
But before i take my trip i’m gone leave with them stripes
Sending dime bags of weed, toting nines til nose bleeds
My nerve so bad i had to pop one of those b’s
I had to strap my jimmy hat or catch this double mint disease
See the devil in a crack pipe pointing at me
I seen a nigga shaking just lke he caught the holy ghost
But he really scored a gram of heroin for 80 bones
I got them stones, if you take a hit you can’t resist
Now i’m crying, i think one of my brothers on that shit
Do you care if you live or die, really i don’t know
But if there’s hell below i think we all gonna go

(chorus)

Verse 3 (master p)

Tell me is this heaven, is this hell
I ain’t ll, but all i hear is funeral bells
The ghetto’s trying to kill me, a born loser
A born hustler my uncle’s a drug user
I’m from the projects or should i say the 3rd ward
Where fools into killing and fiends walk like androids
Hooked up with the twins or should i say kane & abel
Trying to keep some change in my pockets, some food on my table

Verse 4 (silkk)

You know what p your right
Cause silkk was on the block like last night
Niggaz doing anything from selling drugs
To sell mugs smoking that glass pipe
I’m from a messed up city where niggas don’t live long
They parents out-live they kids
Rest in peace to my homie they like split his wig
Now who won’t walk that last mile to they death
Imaging taking a deep (inhales) that was your last breath
Just imaging your mom was prostituting your mom was smoking
Imagine your eyes don’t close imagine your eyes don’t open
I be like trying to keep the world and stay tru
There’s too much drama in my hood, gotta stay cool

Verse 5 (master p)

As i lay me down to sleep
Black jesus if you real, take me out this ghetto g
Cause its crazy its wicked
I got niggaz on every block trying to get a meal, ticket
They killing they murder
Little kids in 3 inch girdles
And life is just like pac man
Niggaz gumping up niggas but who gone be the next man
To lose his shoes, i mean lose his life
Who gone think twice, dying in this ghetto life
Cause in the white house, politicians run the country
But where i’m from in the ghetto’s its bout drug money
Ice cream slanging
Niggas banging red and blue everybody’s hanging
Niggas bout it, little kids get rowdy
But will i make it out this ghetto, i doubt it

(kane & abel talking)

I think the devil trying to get me to sell my soul
He keep on walking with me, he keep on talking with me
I think the devil’s trying to get me to sell my soul
He trying to temp me with the bitches and money

Black jesus black jesus if you feel me
Than save me and my ghetto people