Black Jesus
W.M.T.I.D Lyrics


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Fast and steady, I'm like a jet plane
So many rhymes in my brain
So many things, complex
Waitin' to see what School, will do next
All the while, you've been waitin'
Like a child, aggravatin'
For Schoolly School, to come along
To put a dope beat into a rap song
I know, it's quite absurd
Like a school, I used to be a verb
But now I'm a bill, on Capitol Hill
So now, sit back and chill
Thinkin', a picture of Jesus
In my mind, I know that he need this
Tryin' to hold back with all my might
I know damn well, he wasn't white
I look into the mirror, I say damn
Jesus was a Black Man

Don't know where I'm goin', or where I'm from
All I really know is that I carry a gun
I keep dancin', to this rhythm
Don't know, just what I give em
Performin', an exorcism
Sit on back and listen, to my wisdom
You scream, dance you might holler
At the door cash money that dollar
Come on in, treat me like your father
Beats so dope, they grabbed you by the collar
This poem's, a lethal weapon
You don't tickle, keep on steppin'
Schoolly School, too damn cool
Dope beats and dope rhymes rule




Reach into my pocket, I say damn
'Cause Jesus was a Black Man

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Black Jesus" by W.M.T.I.D. are a combination of intricate rhymes and social commentary, all delivered over a funky beat. The first verse sees the rapper, who goes by the name Schoolly School, boasting about his skills and alluding to his past as a verb. He then acknowledges the image of Jesus in his mind, but expresses frustration at the common depiction of him as white, when it is more likely that he was a black man. The second verse takes on a more introspective and poetic tone, with Schoolly School ruminating on his own identity and the power of his art. He asserts his authority as both a performer and a philosopher, and invites his audience to join him on a journey of self-discovery.


Line by Line Meaning

Fast and steady, I'm like a jet plane
I am quick and reliable like an airplane.


So many rhymes in my brain
I have a lot of different rhymes in my mind.


So many things, complex
There are many complex things in my life.


Waitin' to see what School, will do next
I am anticipating what School will do next.


All the while, you've been waitin'
You have been waiting patiently for me.


Like a child, aggravatin'
Like a child, you are annoying.


For Schoolly School, to come along
You are waiting for Schoolly School to arrive.


To put a dope beat into a rap song
Schoolly School will create a great beat for the rap song.


I know, it's quite absurd
I understand that this seems ridiculous.


Like a school, I used to be a verb
I used to be an action word like a verb.


But now I'm a bill, on Capitol Hill
Now I am a bill being discussed at the Capitol Hill.


So now, sit back and chill
Relax and enjoy the ride.


Thinkin', a picture of Jesus
I am thinking of a picture of Jesus.


In my mind, I know that he need this
I believe that he needs this.


Tryin' to hold back with all my might
I am trying my best to restrain myself.


I know damn well, he wasn't white
I am certain that he was not white.


I look into the mirror, I say damn
I am surprised when I look at myself.


Jesus was a Black Man
I believe that Jesus was a black man.


Don't know where I'm goin', or where I'm from
I am uncertain about my destination and my origin.


All I really know is that I carry a gun
I only know that I carry a firearm.


I keep dancin', to this rhythm
I continue to dance to the beat.


Don't know, just what I give em
I am not sure what I am giving to them.


Performin', an exorcism
I am performing an exorcism.


Sit on back and listen, to my wisdom
Sit back and listen to my words of wisdom.


You scream, dance you might holler
You may scream and holler while dancing.


At the door cash money that dollar
Bring money to the door to enter.


Come on in, treat me like your father
Come in and treat me like your father.


Beats so dope, they grabbed you by the collar
The beats are so great that they grab your attention.


This poem's, a lethal weapon
This poem is a dangerous weapon.


You don't tickle, keep on steppin'
Don't take this lightly, continue on your path.


Schoolly School, too damn cool
Schoolly School is very cool.


Dope beats and dope rhymes rule
Great beats and rhymes are essential.


Reach into my pocket, I say damn
I am surprised when I reach into my pocket.


'Cause Jesus was a Black Man
I believe that Jesus was a black man.




Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, BMG Rights Management, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Written by: JESSE BONDS WEAVER JR., RANDY MULLER, SCHOOLY D

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