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They call me lyrical...Jesus
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They call me lyrical...Jesus
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I'm only second to...Jesus
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I'm only lyrical...Jesus
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Now as I'm peeling myself down off of the crucifix
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Smiling like Jesus in the den of thieves tempting bitches
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Like the serpent tempted Eve
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Making it rain for seven days and seven nights
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Had several beats and several careers and several fights
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My lyrical rites make your spine hottest
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My rhymes stand out like a white boy on the Globetrotters
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Only child stuck up, selfish
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Buy my records and shine my shoes, treat a nigga like Elvis
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Ancient, melodic, mystic messiah
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Make MC's heads bob like Muhammad Ali's from Parkinson's disease
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Flows you get lost in
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Louder than Michael Irvin when he's snortin'
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Taking a time machien to talk my mommy into giving an abortion
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I don't want to hear you wack motherfuckers hating me
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Niggas is Australian they're so far beneath me
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Ever since Pac dissed me, Jersey tried to front on me
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Now I'm so vain/vein you could probably draw blood from me
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So why you doubtin?
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I'm embezzling more money than Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's accountant
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And spitting blood like Gene Simmons but that's irrelevant
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This industry prays I go away like Arrested Development
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Smilin(?) in a tenement
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Now they got me on rewind to dig up a piece of my mind
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But if y'all dig any deeper you might not like what you find
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Pac died and I cried but I'mma represent it
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When it comes to dissing my shit make Makaveli sound like Macarena
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Jesus Christ superstar immunity
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Got you apologizing like Marlon Brando did the whole Jewish community
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Hiding like Anne Frank, your mind is stomped like I wrote Mein Kampf
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Changing stone rhymes to bread with one wave of my hands
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Son of God, defy me better have a whole army
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Or make plans to leave America using the maps of Marcus Garvey
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Back up off me, nah nigga it ain't all good
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My name is offa more blocks than Lexuses is Puerto Rican neighborhoods
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Make you shut the fuck up, like wifey when the fight's on
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Lyrical Jesus, I got Satan sleeping with the lights on
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I have existed before man and will exist after man
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I am an everyman yet I am no man therefore I am a God
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Sounds odd
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But my talent is priceless
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So I rise on the wicked and the good
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And rain on the righteous and the unrighteous
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Jesus
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They call me lyrical...Jesus
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I'm a spiritual...Jesus
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I'm only second to...Jesus
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Straigt up, yo Kurt drop some old school shit
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Drop an old beat so we can reminsce on something check it
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Rappers stepping to me...they wanna get some
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But I'm XL so yo, you know the outcome
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Another victory, keep that gun in your holster
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My rhymes is off the wall like my Big Daddy Kane poster
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I gets a lot of love the beat searchers hate it man
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Come as recycled bullshit but you're leaving as a Chino fan
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That's how I know I'm God; nobody believes in me
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I make you wait while I stand in handicapped parking legally
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Erik Estrada making chips
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Handling fists to get rich
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I'm going overboard like strong-willed Africans off of ships
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Illest lyrics ever invented, said it, meant it
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You're hearing more claps than inside a Vietnam V.D. clinic, get it?
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Listen inattentive and get no wins
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Don't make me get beside myself like identical twins
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My cynical friends still quoting my old rhymes, my mind is a gold mine
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The shit is bugged like Martin Luther King's phone lines
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Closed minds mass phenomenon, starving like Ramadan
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If lines was episodes of Star Trek you niggas couldn't Kling-on
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Bugged out metaphor
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Got east coast bitches saying "No he didn't"
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While down south bitches be like "Oh no, hell no"
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I made a man blind
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So he didn't have to witness the wickedness of world gone cold
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Falling off on stages like Bob Dole
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Trying to keep my balance
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Cause good and evil are having a custody battle over my soul
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Like Macaulay Culkin's parents
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My hair's like lamb's wool, so fuck what your friends say
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You don't want to get off on the wrong foot like Kunta Kente
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So now it's going down, ta-dow
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Niggas better learn how to rhyme
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Before they tell the lyrical Jesus he should bow down
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Love your enemies, even in the lion's den
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Turn them to a pillar of salt, forgive them Father they know not why
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they sin
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Niggas coming sideways, and I've been that in the past
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But now I'm half past giving a shit
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And at a quarter 'til I'mma bust your fucking ass!
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Just chill
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They call me lyrical...Jesus
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They call me lyrical...Jesus
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I'm only second to...Jesus
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They call me lyrical...Jesus
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I'm sending rappers to...
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Guess I have to explain this one too.
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Jesus
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| Chino XL |
