Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Need Jesus , by - Tech N9ne. Song from the album The Storm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.12.2016
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Need Jesus |
| Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor |
| Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed |
| In the wicked ways of the world |
| God gives the remission of all of our sins |
| When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth chakra |
| He knew when I was older I’d wanna follow 2Pac and Big Papa |
| They thought I was so devilish in the dark I would listen to sick opera |
| But this choppa will be reppin' the city where RDV’s Young Rich and Slick’s got |
| ya |
| Well in peace |
| I don’t know why they wanna call me up every Easter Sunday to the altar |
| Maybe the music I am doin' is never gospel, sinner is what they call ya |
| I know we look a little strange and we the gang my lane is what I offer |
| 3 dimensional altar with a ego on top of the rock of Gibraltar |
| I see-e, it’s not the way the bible people want me to be-e |
| Flippin' the fire for the family focused and free-e |
| Listen to me-e doing it for T. V-e |
| With the rebel yell, came out of my shell |
| Preacher said tell your people let go of your coat-tail |
| With a tremendous fail he never to say my livin’ll sell |
| But even worse said I lead my people to Hell’s Bells |
| Lookin' at me just like my mother and father would breed creatures |
| Not an evil bone in my body and never known to be naughty in my seeds either |
| Simple and plain like a cheese pizza |
| I don’t know prayin' on my knees keep us from heat seekers |
| Lovin' the bleed feature while the people tell me that I need Jesus! |
| Talk about, judgement |
| Speakin' to me with the people I’m leadin' em underway |
| And you read me and see me easy to be shunned away |
| But you got it all wrong |
| You seem to tell me I need Jesus! |
| (oh, Jesus! Jesus!) |
| Every day they wanna condemn me |
| None of 'em even know me |
| Anyone ever that sinned cast the Stone out |
| I’m stoned, let’s talk about it |
| I’m askin' |
| What’s happening? |
| Boy, cause they bashing me |
| Bangin' the bible, butcher boy don’t bother with blasphemy |
| Call em a crazy critic comin' causin catastrophes |
| Aimin' at Aaron a lot of ammo and an angel actually |
| Ah mane, Amen |
| You people let the steeples speak in evil and the neezle playing God hymn |
| My mother was a Christian but I used to go with the wicked for the stick and |
| what’s the problem |
| Questioning the K.O.D.'s grim, anybody talkin hella crazy I’m bout to jaw them |
| You’ll be up on a cross whenever you step to me so take precaution |
| Y’all false actors, callin' me a demon when I talk backwards tihs pot |
| Tecca Nina gonna be sought after this drop by the people that go toss rappers |
| hip hop |
| So you thinking you religious? |
| When you condemn another man you never lead us |
| Telling me what’s under me is gonna heat us |
| Never believe ya cause really you need Jesus |
| Leave us |
| Talk about, judgement |
| Speakin' to me with the people I’m leadin' em underway |
| And you read mesee me easy to be shunned away |
| But you got it all wrong |
| Let’s talk about it |
| Mama never really talked about God |
| All that I was ever taught was I’m odd |
| Heard he knew bout every thought that I had |
| Dirty mind I’d see a cross and I’d hide |
| Lost without dad, salty bout that |
| But I was captivated by the bosses outside |
| I plotted every way to get in drawers with my squad (church) |
| Ask round why every man goes |
| Bad habits to pass down like second hand clothes, mad |
| Salvage a blouse, gown, and manicured toes |
| Had half of us ground bound for hell and lord knows |
| Need a savior they say slayed for your behavior |
| Raised in three days, grace be what he gave ya |
| The Son of the maker, one to gravitate to |
| Pay 10 percent cause sins ya didn’t pay for |
| Bow to a name insane fast, he told the |
| Vows to a dame, the tame Casanova |
| Wow did it change and came crashing, poser |
| Doused in the flames and bang chapter closure |
| Spiritually drained, crass and vulgar |
| Needed somewhere to go until rain passes over |
| Seeking a miracle from a stained-glass Jehovah |
| But I don’t know if the ordain pastor sober |
| Dang in disdain prayed in vain |
| Care slain yo, explain do anything |
| Lay hands, but role playing, you entertain |
| Doubt, pain, processin' grow in the brain |
| It’s confusing, now my fans out protruding |
| Rebuking, from mouths full of communion |
| Scorn by lukewarm kind, it’s time you’ve been warned |
| The Storm formed, now find refuge in… |