They call me lyrical...jesus
They call me lyrical...jesus
Iand'm only second to...jesus
Iand'm only lyrical...jesus
Now as iand'm peeling myself down off of the crucifix
Smiling like jesus in the den of thieves tempting bitches
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 mcand's heads bob like muhammad aliand's from parkinsonand's disease
Flows you get lost in
Louder than michael irvin when heand's snortinand'
Taking a time machien to talk my mommy into giving an abortion
I donand't want to hear you wack motherfuckers hating me
Niggas is australian theyand're so far beneath me
Ever since pac dissed me, jersey tried to front on me
Now iand'm so vain/vein you could probably draw blood from me
So why you doubtin?
Iand'm embezzling more money than kareem abdul-jabbarand's accountant
And spitting blood like gene simmons but thatand'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 yand'all dig any deeper you might not like what you find
Pac died and i cried but iand'mma represent it
When it comes to dissing my shit 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 ainand't all good
My name is offa more blocks than lexuses is puerto rican neighborhoods
Make you shut the fuck up, like wifey when the fightand'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
Iand'm a spiritual...jesus
Iand'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 iand'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 youand're leaving as a chino fan
Thatand's how i know iand'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
Iand'm going overboard like strong-willed africans off of ships
Illest lyrics ever invented, said it, meant it
Youand're hearing more claps than inside a vietnam v.d. clinic, get it?
Listen inattentive and get no wins
Donand't make me get beside myself like identical twins
My cynical friends still quoting my old rhymes, my mind is a gold mine
The shit is bugged like martin luther kingand's phone lines
Closed minds mass phenomenon, starving like ramadan
If lines was episodes of star trek you niggas couldnand't kling-on
Bugged out metaphor
Got east coast bitches saying andquot;no he didnand'tandquot;
While down south bitches be like andquot;oh no, hell noandquot;
I made a man blind
So he didnand'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 culkinand's parents
My hairand's like lamband's wool, so fuck what your friends say
You donand't want to get off on the wrong foot like kunta kente
So now itand'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 lionand's den
Turn them to a pillar of salt, forgive them father they know not why
They sin
Niggas coming sideways, and iand've been that in the past
But now iand'm half past giving a shit
And at a quarter and'til iand'mma bust your fucking ass!
Just chill
They call me lyrical...jesus
They call me lyrical...jesus
Iand'm only second to...jesus
They call me lyrical...jesus
Iand'm sending rappers to...
Guess i have to explain this one too.
