Jesus Lyrics - Chino Xl

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 have a whole army 

Or make plans to leave America using the maps of Marcus Garvey 

Back up off me, nah nigga it ain't all good 

My name is offa more blocks than Lexuses is Puerto Rican neighborhoods 

Make you shut the fuck up, like wifey when the fight's on 

Lyrical Jesus, I got Satan sleeping with the lights on 

I have existed before man and will exist after man 

I am an everyman yet I am no man therefore I am a God 

Sounds odd 

But my talent is priceless 

So I rise on the wicked and the good 

And rain on the righteous and the unrighteous 

Jesus 

They call me lyrical... Jesus 

I'm a spiritual... Jesus 

I'm only second to... Jesus 

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Straigt up, yo Kurt drop some old school shit 

Drop an old beat so we can reminsce on something check it 

Rappers stepping to me... they wanna get some 

But I'm XL so yo, you know the outcome 

Another victory, keep that gun in your holster 

My rhymes is off the wall like my Big Daddy Kane poster 

I gets a lot of love the beat searchers hate it man 

Come as recycled bullshit but you're leaving as a Chino fan 

That's how I know I'm God; nobody believes in me 

I make you wait while I stand in handicapped parking legally 

Erik Estrada making chips 

Handling fists to get rich 

I'm going overboard like strong-willed Africans off of ships 

Illest lyrics ever invented, said it, meant it 

You're hearing more claps than inside a Vietnam V.D. clinic, get it? 

Listen inattentive and get no wins 

Don't make me get beside myself like identical twins 

My cynical friends still quoting my old rhymes, my mind is a gold mine 

The shit is bugged like Martin Luther King's phone lines 

Closed minds mass phenomenon, starving like Ramadan 

If lines was episodes of Star Trek you niggas couldn't Kling-on 

Bugged out metaphor 

Got east coast bitches saying "No he didn't" 

While down south bitches be like "Oh no, hell no" 

I made a man blind 

So he didn't have to witness the wickedness of world gone cold 

Falling off on stages like Bob Dole 

Trying to keep my balance 

Cause good and evil are having a custody battle over my soul 

Like Macaulay Culkin's parents 

My hair's like lamb's wool, so fuck what your friends say 

You don't want to get off on the wrong foot like Kunta Kente 

So now it's going down, ta-dow 

Niggas better learn how to rhyme 

Before they tell the lyrical Jesus he should bow down 

Love your enemies, even in the lion's den 

Turn them to a pillar of salt, forgive them Father they know not why they sin 

Niggas coming sideways, and I've been that in the past 

But now I'm half past giving a shit 

And at a quarter 'til I'mma bust your fucking ass! 

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Just chill 

They call me lyrical... Jesus 

They call me lyrical... Jesus 

I'm only second to... Jesus 

They call me lyrical... Jesus 

I'm sending rappers to... 

Guess I have to explain this one too.