Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Need Jesus, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song The Storm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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… |