Black Jesus
U-God Ghostface Killah & Raekwon Lyrics


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

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

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Comments from YouTube:

J. DoLo

For those who keep hating on U-God need to pay attention to his verse on this. Stop with the hate and saying he's wack. Wu-Tang Clan has no weak link!!!!!

Mike Munguia

Imo, Ironman was the best solo. But U-God was always my favorite since Black Shampoo. His verse on Diesel and Semi-Automatic are my fav.

siffchopf22

HIS VERSE IS ONE OF MY TOP 5 ALL TIME, WHAT A SICK FLOW

Richard Adamson II

U-God was hot as always

MCM-INC

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J. Michael Cooper

Papa Wu's words still resonate and enlighten as though it's the first time hearing it. Rest in Power, God.

RADSeven7

Peace to the god ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿฟ7๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ’ซ

DJ POLARITY

Peace be upon Freedum Allah. Aka Papa Wu

Dominique Jones

U the creator of all this

John W

Love seeing U-God get his props. Dude is treacherous on that mic. Underrated as fuck

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