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black jesus (harlem 6) - black martyr lyrics

[pastor]
tonight we’re going to have a sermon
yessir
today we’re going to learn about this here thug’ism
yep! lord mercy let the devil turn you into a thug
or you’ll be living this here drinking it
smoking of the marijuana
wasting of the church money
somebody let me hear ya say the church need money
church need money! hallelujah
alright, now let us have some word from our sponsor
today’s sponosor is black jesus
c’mon black jesus, c’mon!
[intro: black jesus]
yeah+yeah, 2002 yo what’s your name?
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
black je’ burn your house down with tnt
burn your house down with tnt
get it right
what’s his name? black je’
black je’ burn your house down with tnt
what’s his name? black je’
what the f+ck you think his name is? black f+ckin’ je’
you heard?

[black jesus]
love to drop jewels since ’86 fascinated with cop tools
never graduated from high school
i dropped out, first charge, court copped out
little shorty with a hot mouth
family ties down south
grew up, got my name known
catch me in the same zone
happy like a n+gga who came home
from upstate, 2+4 my n+ggas yell “f+ck jake”
i’m just known to drop verses in one take
crazy flow, hypnotize chicks, plan to die rich
warm days watch the sky drift
visualize sh+t, hybrid, extra fly kid
hold life under my eyelids
bloodshot, sh+t is dumb hot
cut rocks seen a few thugs drop
murderous mugshot, gun c+cked verbally ill
still love ‘pac
game’s dramatically changed swerve erratically lanes
eric’s dame, still clutch gadgets and aim
arabic names, we all scapegoats
ball points and take notes
fight for my crooks, we in the same boat
some n+ggas aim toast, some n+ggas hold blocks
some n+ggas upstate, some n+ggas six feet
some n+ggas roam blocks
illuminati wanna clone cops
screaming f+ck the world
n+ggas swear they on the phone with ‘pac
intellectual type, don’t let me get next to you type
mad at the world it’s best that you write
mad at your man, it’s best that you fight
pride and honor will make the world go round
my persona will make your girl go down
seeing sinners as stats we live in shacks
soulism and cracks, the system is packed
nothing but facts, i must relax and touch the wax
n+ggas bust gats but it gotta be like that
we got rhymes for days smoke dimes and haze
crimes and maze
nyc b+tches can’t wait to have they kids by me
black je’ see me on mtv or bet
plus i write rhymes nighttime, daytime, anytime
spit any rhymes, fold your crew
all my sh+t is high whether old or new
i just show n+ggas how we suppose to do
hold the brew, rap n+ggas down sober too
and most of them guys ain’t as bold as you
my life on wax, crack, sold a few
i should of listen when my moms said go to school
and get an education
f+ck school, cheddar chasing
beretta blazing like four steps a head of satan
i’m headed down the wrong avenue
i bag a boo with attitude, no flashy jewels
game’s tight like goldie mac
quick tell a chick hold these pack police back
24/7 see no peace black
and i’m a show ya what these cold streets lack
discipline, hope my young gods listening
n+ggas in prison pen and women friends
all my missing men sleep, never waking up
make what up, most die tryna make a buck
gun shots and razor cuts part of the game
once you get it in your heart’s ain’t the same
bloodshot eyes seen a lot, did a lot
wilding out ever since i was a little kid on the block
hold the bean, shooters in sling shot, king of the rock
watch doe time fiends sing to the cop
plus n+ggas wanna act mean with their wack team
and my man caught two slugs from a crackfiend
i sleep til my eyes open up, rise and smoke a dutch
plus drop jewels like coconuts
i run through rappers like finish line
got my head right like i just did prison time
and i ain’t goin’ back, mental worth an older cat
holding gats, rhymes drunk over sober tracks
in the rap race i don’t relax
get it popping like soda caps
ya n+ggas know the stats, as far as rap
ain’t no cop under guard at that
flows be so intense n+ggas catch heart attack
the sk!lls go back like artifacts
as around i ran through the hardest cats
black ‘je got it locked, sell product rocks
sit private stock on the livest block
bribed the cops, robbery plots
just look who i be the album gotta be hot
nonstop hip+hop for the eardrums
b+tches scream black je’ get your hair done
i fear none, where i’m from gotta wear a gun
pop n+ggas like spearmint gum

- black jesus harlem 6 lyrics

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