Album Cover Jesus

Jesus

Chino XL

6

They call me lyrical...Jesus

They call me lyrical...Jesus

I'm only second to...Jesus

I'm only lyrical...Jesus

Now as I'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 MC's heads bob like Muhammad Ali's from Parkinson's disease

Flows you get lost in

Louder than Michael Irvin when he's snortin'

Taking a time machien to talk my mommy into giving an abortion

I don't want to hear you wack motherfuckers hating me

Niggas is Australian they're so far beneath me

Ever since Pac dissed me, Jersey tried to front on me

Now I'm so vain/vein you could probably draw blood from me

So why you doubtin?

I'm embezzling more money than Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's accountant

And spitting blood like Gene Simmons but that'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 y'all dig any deeper you might not like what you find

Pac died and I cried but I'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