Black Jesus Lyrics by Ghostface Killah

Black Jesus Lyrics

    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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