Letra de Black Jesus - Ghostface Killah

(Feat. Popa Wu, U-God, Raekwon)

Burn something kid

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 shit that goes on...inside?

So you mean to tell me I'm the creator of all this right here?

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

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

Ayo, this shit be off the noggin rock it

Whatever cock 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 nigga'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 niggas in affect dun, stay rap related

Cassette rhymer, 5-G consigner, line for liner

Poet designer, sharp like Linus

Mic of the year award, fly gear award

Them niggas over there be analyzing with one sword

Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent

'Nough shit 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

Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice-rocking niggas

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

It's 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 shit say Starkologist

Starksologist, 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?

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 killing erect my hidden

Streets made me potent put your 9-6 bid in

Vampire curse disperse on each verse

Swim in black water, axe 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

Chessboxer, 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

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