Wu-tang Clan - Black Jesus lyrics

[Interlude Dialogue] [Raekwon] Burn something kid [Popa Wu] Yeah, youknowwhatImsaying, let me tell you something man Through the man's mind, God He see his elevation, God See through his mind, he see his elevation, God See this where he begin to know that where he come from See some people don't have no direction, God Because they don't know the science of they self See the signs of life is the signs of you All the elements that it took to create you Everything that's in the universe, God That's created the universe, God, is just within you You see what I'm sayin? And that's the mind that you can't see Don't you know if a man could take and flip himself inside out, God He'll fall out and die if he sees the sh** that goes on...inside? [Ghostface] So you mean to tell me I'm the creator of all this right here? [Popa Wu] You the creator of all this Because all these things must happen, it must take place See people go back in the day, God They say: one man, one woman, Adam and Eve, there ain't no such thing Everything you see always has been and always will what be Regardless the womb or what, it's got to be [Intro: Raekwon] Hit me, hit me, hit me, I don't wanna hear nothin Word Up Got to pay Yeah, it's like that right? Blow his back out, make his shoes worth [Verse One: Raekwon] A-yo, this sh** be off the noggin rock it Whatever co*k block it Cat get blown, who own this street corner Foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer For real, marinating n***a's skating Debating waiting style flowingly relating Fine line switch it on ya, like venetian blinds The mission is mine, fabulous king I divine Titanium Hydro collide though Yo dun dun polly this conjunction, son one Slang doctor, medicated kids pay it Say it, these n***as in affect dun, stay rap related Ca**ette rhymer, 5-G consigner, line for liner Poet designer, sharp like Linus Mic of the year award, fly gear award Them n***as over there be an*lyzing with one sword Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent Nuff sh** to get your whole team crazily sent Now all I need is a half gallon of weed Proceed, to bust this mic dick and make three seeds Then max out like two Ac's inside the parking lot Son bark a lot and get his team hit in the dark a lot What now blow, clicking like a calico Gold, Maximillion, one love keep it real yo [Verse Two: Ghostface k**ah] Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice-rocking n***as Peace, this summer's mines, I blow the biggest Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way above These mics is like the Golden Gloves verses spark plug Its like the pennant, seminar's the play-off Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off This specialist who eyeballed your mistress necklace Perpetuous, this curly-head kid's treacherous Let go the eggo, so we can dip dip dive like Lego Throw on can-can, eat that plus this instrumental Ah sh** say Stark-ologist Starks-ologist, fried fish halibut Pull out the bull horn, let's celebrate like Kunta was born We elbowed our way inside Loud and got on I played the building, burn a branch and get filled in Like Pilgrims G-in' Pepridge farms from out of millions Who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordmans That rock that fisherman hat like Gorton's [Verse Three: U-God] I hold down the place, no shots to the face Elite Special force no religious style faith The melting pot boil gun shot drama soil Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil Manhandle pain k**ing erect my hidden Streets made me potent put your 9-6 bid in Vampire curse disperse on each verse Swim in black water, act slaughter through my earth You're hit by my element Great Wall of China Mountain peak holds the globe like vagina Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand Finger rolling rhythm ride the horse one hand Golden Eye, Spy vs. Spy, guilty of suspicion Chess boxer, mic in dead body position 40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse invention Divine universal black man representing Similar to pure, rhyme blowing out the pore Battery in the back, keep me charged for the raw I'm bred type thorough, pistolero gun hero Renaissance rebel chatter-boxing your barrel Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles Lock down, for this curfew