What You Need Is Jesus Lyrics - He Got Game - Public Enemy

Halleluja, Jesus, Halleluja 

Now here's the pop turnaround jumper 

Hits the rim bounce away the new slave trade 

(Hmm, hmm) 

Manchild six feet five but juvenile 

Thin line between getting bucks and gettin' wild 

Brooklyn style hundred thousand miles 

Parque tiles leavin' ankles broke in a pile 

Son got a ticket to fly, he can make it if he try 

To the sky like a Coney Island ride 

Gettin' pages, from his super agent 

Community raises at the clout or the cages 

No doubt, center stages, mad phases 

From behind crazies flippin' through the faces 

Paper chases, love that many places 

Pros and cons, flics between the races 

He hold the rock, call for sweat shops 

Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops 

(Aha, yeah) 

The highest bidder, no room for the quitter 

Gave seven tickets, under counterfittas 

Three cities a week, droppin' needles 

Like the black Beatles take heed, what you need is 

Jesus 

(The incredible) 

Jesus 

(And in your existence) 

Jesus 

(The incredible) 

Jesus 

(And in your existence) 

Check it out 

Crack my picture, never switch up 

Smack the back ups, pack them pick ups 

Resurrection of the two man vocal section 

The spirit in your dark ass direction 

Duckin' them spray ups on my way that I thought be lay ups 

Won the battle wars, a thousand one push ups 

Here marks the return of them rules about Ruff Ryders 

Risin', chargin' hard from the point guard 

Watch what you prey for, but know the team that you play for 

Need I say more? 

Uh, scared of the resurrection 

Sacrifice yours, them maybe the revolution is basketball 

(Yea, yeah) 

Changes, generanges 

Which means rearrange shit, erase shit 

Stuck on Playstations, then the new plantations 

I said a millions heads waitin' for another nation 

(Oh Jesus) 

To make your world be free 

No shoppin sprees, there ain't no stoppin' me 

(No, no, come on) 

Here's the fee, not the weed 

Got to see, God speed, what you need is 

Jesus 

(The incredible) 

Jesus 

(And in your existence) 

Jesus 

(The incredible) 

Jesus 

(And in your existence) 

What you need is 

Jesus 

(The incredible) 

(Oh, my Jesus) 

Jesus 

(And in your existence) 

(Oh, my Jesus) 

Jesus 

(The incredible) 

(Oh, my Jesus) 

Jesus 

(And in your existence) 

(Oh, Jesus) 

Sticky D gives you fits, on them turnaround hippocrytes 

Comin' and goin like flics 

Hit 'em net scripts, like a butcher 

Gettin' all the chips, musta been a road trip against the Knicks 

On TV showcasin' kicks 

Must be the fan 'cause his video gettin' all the chicks 

Walk up on a replay on Monday 

Sportscenter highlights, last second steal kept 'em real 

Ow, oh God 

Oh, God oh 

What you need is 

(Jesus, Jesus) 

What you need is 

(Jesus, Jesus) 

What you need is 

(Jesus, Jesus) 

(Oh, Jesus, Jesus) 

What you need is 

(Jesus, Jesus) 

(Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, Jesus)