Bizzle - Explaining To Do (Jay-Z Expos’e) lyrics
[Bizzle - Explaining To Do Jay-Z Expos’e lyrics]
Yeah
Your boss should'a told you I was comin'
Nigga bizzle! Let's go lAV ha, YFS
Yes! Let's go!
Now, tell me
Am I the only nigga that's sick of
JAY? Sick of this freakin' lame?
Ain't it a bucket you finna
Kick any minute or day?
Nigga, just claim what you is
I'm hearin' that you a mason
So, explain: the pyramids that you
Set on the stage, is
It the same as what you lift
When you bang the rock? Nigga, you rap
How is it that you can page Barack?
Or is it that it's somethin' that's
Way deeper than we can see?
Dissin' Jesus, seein' how naive people can be
Ain't it strange he repeatedly
Saying he 'God'
Then he got you callin' him "Hova"
The name of God- Jehovah
I studied you, nigga, 'cause I was a fan
But, I'm a fan of the Lord first
So I will be damned
If I'ma let you get over
Twist the fans souls up
Have 'em chant "Hova" for Satan's soldier
"Hova, Hova" is what you got 'em yellin'
But they lookin' to the stage 'stead
Of lookin' up to Heaven
I know about you and the law of Thelema
Know about Crowley and the
Cult you believe in
Homie, I'm a Christian to the
Core, if you listen, he dissin'
Like every Christian but Dior, so, nigga
We finna war he on top of the column
And I'm at the bottom of the bottom
He richer than me in dollars
I'm rich in Spirit- I got him
I'm David, he Goliath, the Lord is my power
So I don't need not a dollar to
Snipe him out of the tower
Is it just in my mind? Or
Is it just that you're blind
To the Rocawear designs
New symbolism and signs? And, if you listen
You see how much he be dissin' God
He ain't Satan
He just a slave in his assembly line
Conspiracy? Nah, go 'head and look it up
I ain't never been a chef for
Me to ever cook it up
I just hope people don't brush this off
Disregard and cut this off, now
If you with me, then say-
My nigga, you got some explainin' to do
My nigga, you got some explainin' to do
And I'm listenin'
'Cause all the evidence is sayin' it's true
So, homie, you got some explainin' to do
And we listenin' (Now) i hope you're ready
My Lord, My Lord is comin' for you
And then, you'll have some explainin' to do
Homie, you gon' have some explainin' to do
And we listenin'
Aight, JAY, I saw your new video
"On To The Next One" far from the best one
All-black hoodie, white boy, black lipstick
Voodoo paint with skulls and blood drippin'
That ain't even Hip-Hop, nigga, that's gothic
"All Black Everything" guess
He wasn't kiddin'
And what's with all the black crows? Oh
Your girl's a blackbird
Satanic symbols flashin' when you lack words
Two flashes of the Baphomet
One flash of Christ on the
Cross with bullets on side, mockin' Him
I'm lost again
What it got to do with the song? And if
It doesn't, which it doesn't, then tell me
What are you marketin'?
All-black album, how come
"99 Problems" is song number nine? So
The outcome upside down is three sixes
Followed by a song called "Lucifer"
How did we miss it?
What about the Mrs? Used to be a Christian
Now, she rock Baphomet heads in her pictures
Nah, that's Sasha, that's someone different
But what about Rihanna? I heard
She wit' the business
I bet you all do songs with Lady Gaga
But as soon as I get in the game
It's baby bye bye
I never call JAY-Z "Hova" like he my God
There's only one of those
The Father I call Abba
So, watch close if you cherish survival
Bury your rifles, carry your Bible
'cause the war is on
Seek the truth, it's there in your Bible
Quit servin' these American idols
If you with me, then say-
My nigga, you got some explainin' to do
My nigga, you got some explainin' to do
And I'm listenin'
'Cause all the evidence is sayin' it's true
So, homie, you got some explainin' to do
And we listenin' (Now) i hope you're ready
My Lord, My Lord is comin' for you
And then, you'll have some explainin' to do
Homie, you gon' have some explainin' to do
And we listenin'
Get more in depth if you
Boys really real enough
I'll explain later I'll explain la
It's the return of the god mason, ugh
It's the return of the god mason, ugh
Bastards, hope you been reading
Your Psalms and chapters
Paying your tithes, being good Catholics
I'm coming
Devil's pie, save some desert for us
Your boss should'a told you I was comin'
Nigga bizzle! Let's go lAV ha, YFS
Yes! Let's go!
Now, tell me
Am I the only nigga that's sick of
JAY? Sick of this freakin' lame?
Ain't it a bucket you finna
Kick any minute or day?
Nigga, just claim what you is
I'm hearin' that you a mason
So, explain: the pyramids that you
Set on the stage, is
It the same as what you lift
When you bang the rock? Nigga, you rap
How is it that you can page Barack?
Or is it that it's somethin' that's
Way deeper than we can see?
Dissin' Jesus, seein' how naive people can be
Ain't it strange he repeatedly
Saying he 'God'
Then he got you callin' him "Hova"
The name of God- Jehovah
I studied you, nigga, 'cause I was a fan
But, I'm a fan of the Lord first
So I will be damned
If I'ma let you get over
Twist the fans souls up
Have 'em chant "Hova" for Satan's soldier
"Hova, Hova" is what you got 'em yellin'
But they lookin' to the stage 'stead
Of lookin' up to Heaven
I know about you and the law of Thelema
Know about Crowley and the
Cult you believe in
Homie, I'm a Christian to the
Core, if you listen, he dissin'
Like every Christian but Dior, so, nigga
We finna war he on top of the column
And I'm at the bottom of the bottom
He richer than me in dollars
I'm rich in Spirit- I got him
I'm David, he Goliath, the Lord is my power
So I don't need not a dollar to
Snipe him out of the tower
Is it just in my mind? Or
Is it just that you're blind
To the Rocawear designs
New symbolism and signs? And, if you listen
You see how much he be dissin' God
He ain't Satan
He just a slave in his assembly line
Conspiracy? Nah, go 'head and look it up
I ain't never been a chef for
Me to ever cook it up
I just hope people don't brush this off
Disregard and cut this off, now
If you with me, then say-
My nigga, you got some explainin' to do
My nigga, you got some explainin' to do
And I'm listenin'
'Cause all the evidence is sayin' it's true
So, homie, you got some explainin' to do
And we listenin' (Now) i hope you're ready
My Lord, My Lord is comin' for you
And then, you'll have some explainin' to do
Homie, you gon' have some explainin' to do
And we listenin'
Aight, JAY, I saw your new video
"On To The Next One" far from the best one
All-black hoodie, white boy, black lipstick
Voodoo paint with skulls and blood drippin'
That ain't even Hip-Hop, nigga, that's gothic
"All Black Everything" guess
He wasn't kiddin'
And what's with all the black crows? Oh
Your girl's a blackbird
Satanic symbols flashin' when you lack words
Two flashes of the Baphomet
One flash of Christ on the
Cross with bullets on side, mockin' Him
I'm lost again
What it got to do with the song? And if
It doesn't, which it doesn't, then tell me
What are you marketin'?
All-black album, how come
"99 Problems" is song number nine? So
The outcome upside down is three sixes
Followed by a song called "Lucifer"
How did we miss it?
What about the Mrs? Used to be a Christian
Now, she rock Baphomet heads in her pictures
Nah, that's Sasha, that's someone different
But what about Rihanna? I heard
She wit' the business
I bet you all do songs with Lady Gaga
But as soon as I get in the game
It's baby bye bye
I never call JAY-Z "Hova" like he my God
There's only one of those
The Father I call Abba
So, watch close if you cherish survival
Bury your rifles, carry your Bible
'cause the war is on
Seek the truth, it's there in your Bible
Quit servin' these American idols
If you with me, then say-
My nigga, you got some explainin' to do
My nigga, you got some explainin' to do
And I'm listenin'
'Cause all the evidence is sayin' it's true
So, homie, you got some explainin' to do
And we listenin' (Now) i hope you're ready
My Lord, My Lord is comin' for you
And then, you'll have some explainin' to do
Homie, you gon' have some explainin' to do
And we listenin'
Get more in depth if you
Boys really real enough
I'll explain later I'll explain la
It's the return of the god mason, ugh
It's the return of the god mason, ugh
Bastards, hope you been reading
Your Psalms and chapters
Paying your tithes, being good Catholics
I'm coming
Devil's pie, save some desert for us