Ghostface Killah - Black Jesus Lyrics
Raekwon:Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit meI dont wanna here nuttinWord up, got to payYeah, its like that rightBlow his back out, make his shoes workAye yo, this shit be off the knock it rockWhatever ***** block itCat get blown, who own thisStreet corner,Foreigner hesitate to rock a hummerNavy seal top runner, rhyme this summerFor real, marinatin niggas skatinDebatin waitin style flowinly relatinFine line switch it on ya like venetian blindsThe mission is mine, fabulous king I devineTitanium hydro collado, yo dunn dunn polly dis conjunctionSon what, slang doctor, medicaid the kids pay itSay if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap relatedCassette rhymer, 5-g co-signer, line for linerPoet designer, sharp like linersMic of the year award, fly gear awardThem niggas over there be analyzing for one swordGet bent, pay the rent, plus still we inventNuff shit to get your whole teamCrazily sentNow all I need is a half gallon of weedProceed, to bust as mike ditka made three seedsThen max out like two acks inside the parking lotSon bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lotWhat now blow, clickin like a calicoGold maxmillion, one love keep it real yoGhostface killah:Yo, hit me for these tommy hill, ice rockin niggasPeace, the summers mine, I blow the biggestBack up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the heiniPark the blue 600, wally kings is right behind meTackle clubs, never rock lugz, Im way aboveThis mic is like golden gloves verses spark plugIts like the pennant, seminars the play-offStart the j off like cochran got oj offThe specialist who eyeballed the mistress necklacePerpetuous, this curly head kids treturousLeggo the eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleegoThrowin can-can, eat that plus this instrumentalAwwww shit say stark-aligist, starks-aligistFried fish halibutPull out the bull hornAnd celebrate like kunta was bornWe elbowed our way inside loud and got onI played the building, burn a branch and get filled inLike pilgrims g-in pepridge farms from out a millionWho wanna rhyme? who wanna challenge the swordsman?That rock that fisherman hat like gordensU-god:I hose down the placeNo shots to the faceElite special force no religion style faithThe meltin pot boil gun shot drama soilGamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oilMan handle brain killin erect my hiddenStreets may be potent put your 9-6 bid inVampire curse disperse on each verseSwim in black water, act slaughter through my earthYoure hit by my element great wall of chinaMountain peak hold the globe like vaginaMeasure on my mic stand, molecule and strandFinger rollin rhythm ride the horse one handGolden eye, spy vs. spy, guilty of suspicionChess boxer, mic in dead body position40 oz. ciga-art, three verse inventedDivine universal black man representinSimilar the pure, rhyme blowin out the poreBattery in the back, keep it charged for the rawIm bred type thorough, pistol lyro gun heroRenaissance rebel shadow boxin your barrelFully woven beethoven, hit you on a humbleHard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap stylesLock down, for this curfew
