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

Now as I'm peeling myself down off of the
Smiling like Jesus in the den of thieves bitches
the serpent tempted Eve
Making it for seven days and seven nights
Had several beats and several and several fights
My lyrical rites make spine hottest
My rhymes stand out like a boy on the Globetrotters
child stuck up, selfish
Buy my records and shine my shoes, treat a like Elvis
Ancient, melodic, mystic
Make MC's heads bob Muhammad Ali's from Parkinson's disease
Flows you get in
Louder than Michael Irvin he's snortin'
Taking a time machien to talk my into giving an abortion
I don't to hear you wack motherfuckers hating me
is Australian they're so far beneath me
Ever since Pac dissed me, tried to front on me
Now I'm so you could probably draw blood from me
So why you
I'm embezzling more money than Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's
And blood like Gene Simmons but that's irrelevant
This prays I go away 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 you might not like what you find
Pac died and I but I'mma represent it
When it comes to dissing my shit make Makaveli sound like
Jesus Christ immunity
Got you apologizing like Marlon did the whole Jewish community
Hiding like Anne Frank, your mind is stomped like I Mein Kampf
Changing stone rhymes to bread with one wave of my
Son of God, defy me better have a army
Or make plans to leave America the maps of Marcus Garvey
Back up off me, nah it ain't all good
My name is offa more blocks Lexuses is Puerto Rican neighborhoods
Make you shut the fuck up, like wifey when the on
Lyrical Jesus, I got Satan sleeping with the on
I have before man and will exist after man
I am an everyman yet I am no man I am a God
odd
But my talent is
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

up, yo Kurt drop some old school shit
Drop an old so we can reminsce 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 is off the wall like my Big Daddy Kane poster
I a lot of love the beat searchers hate it man
Come as bullshit but you're 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 Estrada chips
fists to get rich
I'm going overboard like strong-willed off of ships
Illest lyrics invented, said it, meant it
You're hearing more claps than inside a V.D. clinic, get it?
Listen and get no wins
make me get beside myself like identical twins
My cynical still quoting my old rhymes, my mind is a gold mine
The shit is bugged Martin Luther King's phone lines
minds mass phenomenon, starving like Ramadan
If was episodes of Star Trek you niggas couldn't Kling-on
Bugged out
Got east coast bitches "No he didn't"
While south bitches be like "Oh no, hell no"
I made a man
So he didn't have to witness the wickedness of world cold
off on stages like Bob Dole
Chronic keep my
Cause and evil are having a custody battle over my soul
Like Macaulay Culkin's
My hair's like lamb's wool, so what your friends say
You don't want to get off on the wrong like Kunta Kente
So now it's going down,
better learn how to rhyme
Before they tell the Jesus he should bow down
Love your enemies, in the lion's den
Turn them to a pillar of salt, forgive them Father they not why they sin
Niggas coming sideways, and I've been that in the
But now I'm half giving a shit
And at a quarter 'til I'mma your fucking ass!

Just

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

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