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They call me lyrical...Jesus 
They call me lyrical...Jesus 
I'm only second to...Jesus 
I'm only lyrical...Jesus 
Now as I'm peeling myself down off of the crucifix 
Smiling like Jesus in the den of thieves tempting bitches 
Like the serpent tempted Eve 
Making it rain for seven days and seven nights 
Had several beats and several careers and several fights 
My lyrical rites make your spine hottest 
My rhymes stand out like a white boy on the Globetrotters 
Only child stuck up, selfish 
Buy my records and shine my shoes, treat a nigga like Elvis 
Ancient, melodic, mystic messiah 
Make MC's heads bob like Muhammad Ali's from Parkinson's disease 
Flows you get lost in 
Louder than Michael Irvin when he's snortin' 
Taking a time machien to talk my mommy into giving an abortion 
I don't want to hear you wack motherfuckers hating me 
Niggas is Australian they're so far beneath me 
Ever since Pac dissed me, Jersey tried to front on me 
Now I'm so vain/vein you could probably draw blood from me 
So why you doubtin? 
I'm embezzling more money than Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's accountant 
And spitting blood like Gene Simmons but that's irrelevant 
This industry prays I go away like Arrested Development 
Smilin(?) in a tenement 
Now they got me on rewind to dig up a piece of my mind 
But if y'all dig any deeper you might not like what you find 
Pac died and I cried but I'mma represent it 
When it comes to dissing my shit make Makaveli sound like Macarena 
Jesus Christ superstar immunity 
Got you apologizing like Marlon Brando did the whole Jewish community 
Hiding like Anne Frank, your mind is stomped like I wrote Mein Kampf 
Changing stone rhymes to bread with one wave of my hands 
Son of God, defy me better have a whole army 
Or make plans to leave America using the maps of Marcus Garvey 
Back up off me, nah nigga it ain't all good 
My name is offa more blocks than Lexuses is Puerto Rican neighborhoods 
Make you shut the fuck up, like wifey when the fight's on 
Lyrical Jesus, I got Satan sleeping with the lights on 
I have existed before man and will exist after man 
I am an everyman yet I am no man therefore I am a God 
Sounds odd 
But my talent is priceless 
So I rise on the wicked and the good 
And rain on the righteous and the unrighteous 
Jesus 
They call me lyrical...Jesus 
I'm a spiritual...Jesus 
I'm only second to...Jesus 
Straigt up, yo Kurt drop some old school shit 
Drop an old beat so we can reminsce on something check it 
Rappers stepping to me...they wanna get some 
But I'm XL so yo, you know the outcome 
Another victory, keep that gun in your holster 
My rhymes is off the wall like my Big Daddy Kane poster 
I gets a lot of love the beat searchers hate it man 
Come as recycled bullshit but you're leaving as a Chino fan 
That's how I know I'm God; nobody believes in me 
I make you wait while I stand in handicapped parking legally 
Erik Estrada making chips 
Handling fists to get rich 
I'm going overboard like strong-willed Africans off of ships 
Illest lyrics ever invented, said it, meant it 
You're hearing more claps than inside a Vietnam V.D. clinic, get it? 
Listen inattentive and get no wins 
Don't make me get beside myself like identical twins 
My cynical friends still quoting my old rhymes, my mind is a gold mine 
The shit is bugged like Martin Luther King's phone lines 
Closed minds mass phenomenon, starving like Ramadan 
If lines was episodes of Star Trek you niggas couldn't Kling-on 
Bugged out metaphor 
Got east coast bitches saying "No he didn't" 
While down south bitches be like "Oh no, hell no" 
I made a man blind 
So he didn't have to witness the wickedness of world gone cold 
Falling off on stages like Bob Dole 
Trying to keep my balance 
Cause good and evil are having a custody battle over my soul 
Like Macaulay Culkin's parents 
My hair's like lamb's wool, so fuck what your friends say 
You don't want to get off on the wrong foot like Kunta Kente 
So now it's going down, ta-dow 
Niggas better learn how to rhyme 
Before they tell the lyrical Jesus he should bow down 
Love your enemies, even in the lion's den 
Turn them to a pillar of salt, forgive them Father they know not why 
they sin 
Niggas coming sideways, and I've been that in the past 
But now I'm half past giving a shit 
And at a quarter 'til I'mma bust your fucking ass! 
Just chill 
They call me lyrical...Jesus 
They call me lyrical...Jesus 
I'm only second to...Jesus 
They call me lyrical...Jesus 
I'm sending rappers to... 
Guess I have to explain this one too.

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