Black Jesus feat Raekwon & U-God
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
I don't wanna here nothin'
Word Up, got to pay
Yeah, it's like that right
Blow his Back out, make his shoes work

Ay yo, this shit be off the knock it rock
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, marinatin' nigga's skatin'
Debatin' waitin' style flowinly relatin'
Fine line switch it on ya like Venetian blinds
The mission is mine, fabulous king I divine
Titanium Hydro collado, yo dunn dunn polly this conjunction
Son what, slang doctor, Medicaid the kids pay it
Say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related
Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for liner
Poet designer, sharp like liners
Mic of the year award, fly gear award
Them niggas over there be analyzing for 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 as Mike Ditka made three seeds
Then Max out like two Ack's inside the parking lot
Son Bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot
What now blow, clickin' like a calico
Gold max million, one love keep it real yo

Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice rocking niggas
Peace, the summers mine, 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
This mic is like golden gloves verses spark plug
Its like the pennant, Seminars the Play-off
Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off
The Specialist who eyeballed the mistress necklace
Perpetuous, this curly head kid's treacherous
Leggo the Eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego
Throwin' can-can, eat that plus this instrumental
Aww shit say Stark-ologist, Starks-ologist
Fried fish halibut
Pull out the bull horn
And 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 a million
Who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordsman?
That rock that fisherman hat like Gorden's

I hose down the place
No shots to the face
Elite Special force no religion style faith
The meltin' pot boil gun shot drama soil
Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil
Man handle brain killin' erect my hidden
Streets may be 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 hold the globe like vagina
Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand
Finger rollin' 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 invented
Divine universal black man representin'
Similar the pure, rhyme blowing out the pore
Battery in the back, keep it charged for the raw
I'm bred type thorough, pistol lyro gun hero
Renaissance rebel shadow 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

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Ghostface Killah's "Black Jesus" set the scene for the hard-hitting, fast-paced rap that follows. The repetition of "hit me" is a call to attention, and sets the tone for the power and intensity that follows. The line "blow his back out, make his shoes work" is a reference to gang activity and violence on the streets, indicating the harsh realities of life in the inner city. The lyrics that follow continue in this vein, with descriptions of life as a "street corner foreigner", navigating the dangers and pressures of living in a run-down urban environment.


Throughout the song, Ghostface Killah exhibits his lyrical prowess, demonstrating a rare skill for stringing together complex rhymes and metaphors that paint vivid pictures of his experiences. He references everything from Navy Seals to Venetian blinds, creating a tapestry of wordplay that shifts and changes from line to line.


Line by Line Meaning

Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
I need some energy and motivation, let's go


I don't wanna here nothin'
Quiet down, let's focus


Word Up, got to pay
Listen up, there's a price to pay for what we want


Yeah, it's like that right
This is just how it is


Blow his Back out, make his shoes work
Be violent and deadly, scare people to the point that they run


Ay yo, this shit be off the knock it rock
This is the real deal, we're going hard


Whatever cock block it
No matter what obstacle is in our way


Cat get blown, who own this
Someone's getting killed, who's in charge here?


Street corner
Reference to the environment where the artist (Ghostface) grew up


Foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer
Even someone from overseas knows not to mess with our streets


Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer
I'm the best at what I do, nobody can match me


For real, marinatin' nigga's skatin'
Truthfully, while I'm working hard, others are just messing around and failing at life


Debatin' waitin' style flowinly relatin'
I'm confident in my abilities and don't hesitate to show off my style and skill


Fine line switch it on ya like Venetian blinds
I can switch things up easily and unexpectedly


The mission is mine, fabulous king I divine
I'm in charge of what I do, I'm a fabulous and divine king


Titanium Hydro collado, yo dunn dunn polly this conjunction
My flow is so strong and unique it's like a titanium hybrid car, I can handle anything


Son what, slang doctor, Medicaid the kids pay it
I'm skilled with words and can help people, even those who can't afford it


Say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related
If these guys are doing work out here on the streets, stay focused on hip hop


Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for liner
I've been doing this for a long time, making mixtapes and signing deals


Poet designer, sharp like liners
I'm talented at creating rhymes and sharp like a blade


Mic of the year award, fly gear award
I've won awards for my music and fashion sense


Them niggas over there be analyzing for one sword
Those guys over there are looking for a fight


Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent
Being creative helps us make money and make a living


'Nough shit to get your whole team Crazily sent
We have enough weapons and resources to make everyone on our team feel powerful and crazy


Now all I need is a half gallon of weed
I just need some drugs and I'll be good


Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made three seeds
I'm going to keep going hard like a famous football coach and his three successful kids


Then Max out like two Ack's inside the parking lot
I'll take this to the limit like two cars racing in a parking lot


Son Bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot
Speak too much and you'll get beat up in an alleyway


What now blow, clickin' like a calico
What's the plan now? I'll shoot my gun like it's nothing


Gold max million, one love keep it real yo
I'm all about getting rich, but I still value honesty and realness


Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice rocking niggas
Hey, give me some help against these guys with fancy clothes and jewelry


Peace, the summers mine, I blow the biggest
I'm taking over this summer and I'm going to be a huge success


Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini
Get away from me while I get ready for a fight and grip my gun


Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me
I'm driving a fancy car and my friends are supporting me


Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way above
I'm too good to wear typical street fashion like Timberland boots


This mic is like golden gloves verses spark plug
My voice is like an award-winning boxer fighting a powerful engine


Its like the pennant, Seminars the Play-off
Winning the championship is like the final test after a lot of practice


Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off
I'm starting off strong, like a famous lawyer who helped a celebrity get off a murder charge


The Specialist who eyeballed the mistress necklace
I'm an expert at finding and targeting pockets of wealth


Perpetuous, this curly head kid's treacherous
I'm always scheming and dangerous, despite having curly hair


Leggo the Eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego
Let's get going and have fun, make some music together


Throwin' can-can, eat that plus this instrumental
I'm putting in work and making great music


Aww shit say Stark-ologist, Starks-ologist
Someone's calling me by my nickname, I'm well-known and respected


Fried fish halibut
I'm hungry


Pull out the bull horn
I'm making an announcement


And celebrate like Kunta was born
Let's party and celebrate like a famous historical slave was just born


We elbowed our way inside loud and got on
We made a big entrance and got noticed


I played the building, burn a branch and get filled in
I'm in control here and I can make things happen, including getting people killed


Like Pilgrims G-in' Pepridge farms from out a million
I'm moving fast, like the Pilgrims violently taking over Native Americans' land


Who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordsman?
Who's brave enough to try to out-rap me?


That rock that fisherman hat like Gorden's
I'm wearing a hat like a famous fisherman


I hose down the place
I'm attacking everyone with gunfire


No shots to the face
We have rules for how to attack and if you break them, you'll get punished


Elite Special force no religion style faith
We're a special and powerful group, but we have no religious motivation


The meltin' pot boil gun shot drama soil
This situation is dangerous and high-stakes, with lots of gunfire


Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil
I'm taking risks even when things are chaotic


Man handle brain killin' erect my hidden
I'm strong enough and deadly enough to control people's minds and kill them without being seen


Streets may be potent put your 9-6 bid in
The streets are dangerous and will hurt you, so make sure you're prepared for the current year


Vampire Curse disperse on each verse
My lyrics are dark and dangerous, like a vampire's curse


Swim in black water, act slaughter through my earth
I'm swimming in dangerous and violent seas and hurting people everywhere I go


You're hit by my element Great Wall of China
My presence is powerful and unstoppable, like the Chinese wall


Mountain Peak hold the globe like vagina
I'm on top of the world and in control, like a powerful woman


Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand
I'm measuring and carefully analyzing everything about my music and performance


Finger rollin' rhythm ride the horse one hand
I'm in control of the rhythm and flow of my music, like a skilled basketball player with one hand on the ball


Golden Eye, Spy vs. Spy, guilty of suspicion
I'm always on the lookout and can't trust anyone, including spies like in the James Bond movie


Chess boxer, mic in dead body position
I'm a skilled fighter both physically and lyrically, and I'll kill anyone who gets in my way


40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse invented
I'm talented at making music and smoking cigarettes while drinking alcohol


Divine universal black man representin'
I'm here representing black people and their divine power


Similar the pure, rhyme blowing out the pore
My rhymes are pure and come out of me naturally and powerfully


Battery in the back, keep it charged for the raw
I'm always ready and constantly powering up for when things get rough


I'm bred type thorough, pistol lyro gun hero
I'm uniquely and fully equipped for the violent lifestyle I lead


Renaissance rebel shadow boxing your barrel
I'm a unique and talented rebel ready to clash with the violence and power of others


Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble
My music is complex and powerful, and I can attack you rapidly but humbly


Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles
My music is so strong and powerful that it will hurt you, and I'll continue to perfect and refine my style


Lock down, for this curfew
Everyone stay in and stay safe, there's a lot of violence happening outside




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Written by: Corey Woods, Dennis David Coles, Lamont Hawkins, Robert F. Diggs

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@derekrogers5700

@@bobafett317 bro here’s my ranks
Rza✔️5
Gza✔️3
Method Man✔️4
ODB✔️6 RIP ✝️
Ghostface Killa✔️1
Inspectah Deck✔️8
Cappadonna✔️9
Masta Killa✔️10
Raekwon✔️2
Ugod ✔️7
Redman ✔️4*
The number is where I rank them



All comments from YouTube:

@reddhottron

U-God murdered this with a classic verse.

@Versez-All-Set

His best Barz hands down

@dawolf856

@Versez Hiphop Yup

@cun7us

He was at his prime in the '90s. Still my favourite in the Wu.

@MAHONEYDRO

I was just about to post who yall think kilt this song

@MAHONEYDRO

@@cun7us his album should have came out right around this time..they should have did the no limit thing and drop everybody album back to back

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@medicalpiff803

U GOD completely killed his verse. Bruh went all the way in. 🔥

@bobafett317

indeed

@Goatchild90

U-God went in

@cun7us

For real. He took no prisoners on this one.

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