Ghost on Black Jesus...
Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, Ice rockin nikkas
Peace, the Summer's mine, I blow the biggest
Back up off me, while I grab my dikk 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 treacherous
Leggo the Eggo, so we can dip dip dive the glecco
Throw on can-can, eat that plus this instrumental
Awwww shyt 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
Black Jesus indeed. Sometimes on tracks it seems like he really can walk on water