Ghostface Killah feat. Raekwon & U-God & Popa Wu - Black Jesus video free download

Album: Ironman

Year: 1996

Track: 13

Track Produced By: RZA

Samples: "Riot" by Blackbyrds

Lyrics:

[Raekwon:]

Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me

I don't wanna here nuttin'

Word Up, got to pay

Yeah, Its like that right

Blow his Back out, make his shoes work

Aye 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 devine

Titanium Hydro collado, Yo dunn dunn polly dis 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

nuff 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 maxmillion, one love keep it real yo

[Ghostface Killah:]

Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, Ice rockin 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 treturous

Leggo the Eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego

Throwin' can-can, eat that plus this instrumental

Awwww Shit say Stark-aligist, Starks-aligist

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

[U-God:]

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 blowin 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 boxin your barrel

Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble

hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles

Lock down, for this curfew