Music Video
Ghostface Killah - Black Jesus (Official Audio) ft. Raekwon, U-God
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Popa Wu
Speaker
Ghostface Killah
Vocals
U-God
Vocals
Raekwon
Vocals
The Blackbyrds
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
True Master
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
Producer
Steve Neat
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
I don't wanna hear nothing
Rolled up
Got the pay
Yeah, it's like that, right?
Blow his back out, make his shoes work
[Verse 2]
Ayo, this shit be off the noggin, rock it
Whatever cock block it, can't get blown
Who own this street corner, foreigner
Hesitate to rock a Hummer
Navy SEAL top runner, rhyme this summer
For real, marinatin' **** skatin'
Debatin' waitin', style flowingly relatin'
Fine line switch it on you like venetian blinds
[Verse 3]
The mission is mine, fabulous king I divine
Titanium hydro collide though
Yo, dun-dun, probably this conjunction, son won
Slang doctor, medicated kids pay it
Say it, these **** in effect done 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 **** over there be analyzin' with one sword
[Verse 4]
Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent
Enough 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'sĀ inside the parking lot
Son bark a lot and get his team hit in the dark a lot
What now? Blow clickin' like a calico
Gold, Maximillion, one love, keep it real, yo
[Verse 5]
Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hil' ice rockin' ****
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 six hundred
Wally kings is right behind me, tackle clubs
Never rock Lugz, I'm way above
These mics is like the golden gloves versus spark plug
It's like the pennant, seminar's the play off
Start the J off like Cochran got O.J. off
[Verse 6]
This specialist who eyeballed the 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 stark-ologist
Starks-ologist, fried fish, halibut
Pull out the bullhorn, 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', Pepperidge Farms from out of millions
Who wanna rhyme? Who wanna challenge the sword-mans
That rock that fisherman hat like Gortons?
[Verse 7]
I holds down a 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 killin' erect my hidden
Streets made me potent, put your nine six bid in
Vampire curse disperse on each verse
Swim in black water, axe slaughter through my earth
[Verse 8]
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 rollin' rhythm, ride the horse, one hand
Golden eye, spy verse spy, guilty of suspicion
Chess boxer, mic in dead body position
[Verse 9]
40 oz. ciga art, three verse invention
Divine universal black man representin'
Similar to pure rhyme blowin' out the pore
Battery in the back keep me charged for the raw
I'm bred type thorough, pistolero gun hero
Renaissance rebel, chatterboxin' your barrel
Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble
Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles
Lock down for this curfew
Written by: Corey Woods, Ghostface Killah, Lamont Jody Hawkins, Robert Diggs
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