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They me lyrical...Jesus
They me lyrical...Jesus
I'm only to...Jesus
I'm lyrical...Jesus

Now as I'm peeling myself off of the crucifix
like Jesus in the den of thieves tempting bitches
Like the serpent Eve
Making it rain for seven days and seven
Had several beats and careers and several fights
My lyrical rites make your spine
My stand out like a white boy on the Globetrotters
child stuck up, selfish
Buy my and shine my shoes, treat a nigga like Elvis
Ancient, melodic, mystic
MC's heads bob like Muhammad Ali's from Parkinson's disease
Flows you get in
than Michael Irvin when he's snortin'
Taking a time machien to talk my mommy into giving an
I don't want to hear you wack motherfuckers me
Niggas is Australian so far beneath me
Ever since Pac me, Jersey tried to front on me
Now I'm so vain/vein you could probably draw blood me
So why you
I'm embezzling money than Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's accountant
And spitting like Gene Simmons but that's irrelevant
This industry prays I go like Arrested Development
Smilin(?) in a
Now they got me on rewind to dig up a of my mind
But if y'all dig any deeper you might not like what you
Pac and I cried but I'mma represent it
When it comes to my shit make Makaveli sound like Macarena
Christ superstar immunity
Got you apologizing like Marlon Brando did the whole community
Hiding like Frank, your mind is stomped like I wrote Mein Kampf
Changing stone rhymes to bread with one of my hands
Son of God, defy me have a whole army
Or make to leave America using the maps of Marcus Garvey
Back up off me, nah nigga it all good
My name is offa more blocks than Lexuses is Puerto Rican
Make you shut the up, like wifey when the fight's on
Lyrical Jesus, I got sleeping with the lights on
I have existed before man and exist after man
I am an everyman yet I am no man I am a God
odd
But my talent is
So I on the wicked and the good
And rain on the and the unrighteous

They me lyrical...Jesus
I'm a spiritual...Jesus
I'm second to...Jesus

Straigt up, yo Kurt drop old school shit
Drop an old beat so we can on something check it

Rappers stepping to me...they wanna get
But I'm XL so yo, you know the
Another victory, keep gun in your holster
My rhymes is off the wall like my Big Kane poster
I gets a lot of love the searchers hate it man
Come as recycled bullshit but leaving as a Chino fan
That's how I know I'm God; nobody in me
I make you while I stand in handicapped parking legally
Erik making chips
Handling fists to get
I'm going overboard strong-willed Africans off of ships
Illest ever invented, said it, meant it
You're hearing more claps than inside a V.D. clinic, get it?
Listen and get no wins
Don't make me get beside like identical twins
My friends still quoting my old rhymes, my mind is a gold mine
The shit is bugged like Martin King's phone lines
Closed minds phenomenon, starving like Ramadan
If lines was of Star Trek you niggas couldn't Kling-on
out metaphor
Got east coast bitches "No he didn't"
While down south bitches be "Oh no, hell no"
I a man blind
So he have to witness the wickedness of world gone cold
Falling off on stages like Bob
Chronic keep my
Cause good and evil are having a custody battle over my
Macaulay Culkin's parents
My hair's like lamb's wool, so fuck what friends say
You want to get off on the wrong foot like Kunta Kente
So now it's down, ta-dow
better learn how to rhyme
Before tell the lyrical Jesus he should bow down
Love enemies, even in the lion's den
Turn to a pillar of salt, forgive them Father they know not why they sin
Niggas coming sideways, and I've been that in the
But now I'm half past giving a
And at a quarter 'til I'mma bust your ass!

Just

They me lyrical...Jesus
They me lyrical...Jesus
I'm only to...Jesus
They me lyrical...Jesus

I'm rappers to...
Guess I to explain this one too.