Jesus lyrics

Artist  : Chino Xl 
Song : Jesus



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 They call me lyrical...Jesus
They call me lyrical...Jesus
I'm only second to...Jesus
I'm only lyrical...Jesus
Now as I'm peeling myself down off of the
crucifix
Smiling like Jesus in the den of thieves tempting
bit*hes
Like the serpent tempted Eve
Making it rain for seven days and seven nights
Had several beats and several careers and several
fights
My lyrical rites make your spine hottest
My rhymes stand out like a white boy on the
Globetrotters
Only child stuck up, selfish
Buy my records and shine my shoes, treat a nigga
like Elvis
Ancient, melodic, mystic messiah
Make MC's heads bob like Muhammad Ali's from
Parkinson's disease
Flows you get lost in
Louder than Michael Irvin when he's snortin'
Taking a time machien to talk my mommy into
giving an abortion
I don't want to hear you wack motherf**kers
hating me
Niggas is Australian they're so far beneath me
Ever since Pac dissed me, Jersey tried to front
on me
Now I'm so vain/vein you could probably draw
blood from me
So why you doubtin?
I'm embezzling more money than Kareem
Abdul-Jabbar's accountant
And spitting blood like Gene Simmons but that's
irrelevant
This industry prays I go away like Arrested
Development
Smilin(?) in a tenement
Now they got me on rewind to dig up a piece of my
mind
But if y'all dig any deeper you might not like
what you find
Pac died and I cried but I'mma represent it
When it comes to dissing my sh*t make Makaveli
sound like Macarena
Jesus Christ superstar immunity
Got you apologizing like Marlon Brando did the
whole Jewish community
Hiding like Anne Frank, your mind is stomped like
I wrote Mein Kampf
Changing stone rhymes to bread with one wave of
my hands
Son of God, defy me better have a whole army
Or make plans to leave America using the maps of
Marcus Garvey
Back up off me, nah nigga it ain't all good
My name is offa more blocks than Lexuses is
Puerto Rican neighborhoods
Make you shut the f**k up, like wifey when the
fight's on
Lyrical Jesus, I got Satan sleeping with the
lights on
I have existed before man and will exist after
man
I am an everyman yet I am no man therefore I am a
God
Sounds odd
But my talent is priceless
So I rise on the wicked and the good
And rain on the righteous and the unrighteous
 
Jesus
They call me lyrical...Jesus
I'm a spiritual...Jesus
I'm only second to...Jesus
Straigt up, yo Kurt drop some old school shit
Drop an old beat so we can reminsce on something
check it
Rappers stepping to me...they wanna get some
But I'm XL so yo, you know the outcome
Another victory, keep that gun in your holster
My rhymes is off the wall like my Big Daddy Kane
poster
I gets a lot of love the beat searchers hate it
man
Come as recycled bullshit but you're leaving as a
Chino fan
That's how I know I'm God; nobody believes in me
I make you wait while I stand in handicapped
parking legally
Erik Estrada making chips
Handling fists to get rich
I'm going overboard like strong-willed Africans
off of ships
Illest lyrics ever invented, said it, meant it
You're hearing more claps than inside a Vietnam
V.D. clinic, get it?
Listen inattentive and get no wins
Don't make me get beside myself like identical
twins
My cynical friends still quoting my old rhymes,
my mind is a gold mine
The sh*t is bugged like Martin Luther King's
phone lines
Closed minds mass phenomenon, starving like
Ramadan
If lines was episodes of Star Trek you niggas
couldn't Kling-on
Bugged out metaphor
Got east coast bit*hes saying 'No he didn't'
While down south bit*hes be like 'Oh no, hell no'
I made a man blind
So he didn't have to witness the wickedness of
world gone cold
Falling off on stages like Bob Dole
Trying to keep my balance
Cause good and evil are having a custody battle
over my soul
Like Macaulay Culkin's parents
My hair's like lamb's wool, so f**k what your
friends say
You don't want to get off on the wrong foot like
Kunta Kente
So now it's going down, ta-dow
Niggas better learn how to rhyme
Before they tell the lyrical Jesus he should bow
down
Love your enemies, even in the lion's den
Turn them to a pillar of salt, forgive them
Father they know not why
they sin
Niggas coming sideways, and I've been that in the
past
But now I'm half past giving a shit
And at a quarter 'til I'mma bust your f**king
ass!
Just chill
They call me lyrical...Jesus
They call me lyrical...Jesus
I'm only second to...Jesus
They call me lyrical...Jesus
I'm sending rappers to...
Guess I have to explain this one too.