Black Jesus Lyrics - Ironman - Ghostface Killah

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 

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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 

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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