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

Now as I'm peeling myself down off of the
Smiling like Jesus in the den of tempting bitches
Like the serpent Eve
Making it rain for seven and seven nights
Had beats and several careers and several fights
My lyrical rites your spine hottest
My stand out like a white boy on the Globetrotters
child stuck up, selfish
Buy my records and shine my shoes, treat a nigga Elvis
Ancient, melodic, mystic
Make MC's heads bob like Muhammad Ali's from Parkinson's
you get lost in
Louder than Michael Irvin when snortin'
Taking a time machien to talk my mommy giving an abortion
I don't to hear you wack motherfuckers hating me
Niggas is they're so far beneath me
Ever since Pac me, Jersey tried to front on me
Now I'm so vain/vein you probably draw blood from me
So why you
I'm embezzling more money than Kareem accountant
And blood like Gene Simmons but that's irrelevant
This industry prays I go away like 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 not like what you find
Pac died and I cried but represent it
When it comes to dissing my shit make Makaveli like Macarena
Christ superstar immunity
Got you apologizing like Marlon Brando did the Jewish community
Hiding like Anne Frank, your mind is stomped like I wrote Mein
Changing stone rhymes to bread with one wave of my
Son of God, defy me better have a army
Or make plans to leave using the maps of Marcus Garvey
Back up off me, nah nigga it all good
My name is offa more than Lexuses is Puerto Rican neighborhoods
Make you shut the fuck up, like wifey when the on
Lyrical Jesus, I got sleeping with the lights on
I have existed before man and will after man
I am an everyman yet I am no man I am a God
odd
But my is priceless
So I rise on the and the good
And rain on the righteous and the

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

Straigt up, yo Kurt drop some old 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 that gun in your
My rhymes is off the wall my Big Daddy Kane poster
I gets a lot of love the beat searchers it man
Come as recycled bullshit but leaving as a Chino fan
how I know I'm God; nobody believes in me
I make you while I stand in handicapped parking legally
Erik Estrada chips
Handling fists to get
I'm going overboard strong-willed Africans off of ships
lyrics ever invented, said it, meant it
You're hearing more claps than inside a V.D. clinic, get it?
inattentive and get no wins
Don't make me get beside like identical twins
My cynical friends still my old rhymes, my mind is a gold mine
The is bugged like Martin Luther King's phone lines
Closed minds mass phenomenon, starving like
If was episodes of Star Trek you niggas couldn't Kling-on
Bugged out
Got coast bitches saying "No he didn't"
While down south bitches be like "Oh no, no"
I made a man
So he didn't have to the wickedness of world gone cold
Falling off on stages like Bob
keep my balance
Cause good and evil are having a battle over my soul
Like Culkin's parents
My hair's like lamb's wool, so fuck your friends say
You don't want to get off on the wrong foot like Kente
So now it's going down,
Niggas better how to rhyme
Before they tell the Jesus he should bow down
your enemies, even in the lion's den
Turn them to a pillar of salt, forgive Father they know not why they sin
Niggas coming sideways, and been that in the past
But now I'm past giving a shit
And at a quarter 'til bust your fucking ass!

Just

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

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