Public Enemy - What You Need is Jesus lyrics
[Public Enemy - What You Need is Jesus lyrics]
Halleluja Jesus, Halleluja!
Now here's the pop, turnaround jumper
Hit's the rim bounce away
The new slave trade
Manchild, six feet five, but juvenile
Thin line between getting bucks
And gettin wild
Brooklyn style, hundred thousand miles
Parquet tiles, leavin' ankles broke in a pile
Son got a ticket to fly
He can make it if he try
To the sky, like a Coney Island ride
Gettin' pages, from his super agent
Community raises at the clout or the cages
No doubt, center stages, mad phases
From behind crazies flippin through the faces
Paper chases, love that many places
Pros and cons, flics between the races
He hold the rock, call for sweat shops
Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops
The highest bidder, no room for the quitter
Gave seven tickets, under counterfittas
Three cities a week, droppin needles
Like the black Beatles take heed
What you need is
Jesus (The incredible)
Jesus (And in your existence, huh)
Jesus (The incredible, yea)
Jesus (Check it out)
Crack my picture, never switch up
Smack the back ups, pack them pick ups
Resurrection of the two man vocal section
The spirit in your dark ass direction
Duckin them spray ups on my way
That i thought be lay ups
Won the battle wars, a thousand one push ups
Here marks the return of them
Rules about Ruff Ryders
Risin, chargin hard from the point guard
Watch what you prey for
But know the team that you play for
Need I say more?
Uh, scared of the resurrection
Sacrafice yours
Them maybe the revolution is basketball
Changes, generanges which means
Rearrange shit
Erase shit, stuck on Playstations
Then the new plantations
I said a millions heads
Waitin for another nation
To make your world be free
No shoppin sprees, there ain't no stoppin me
Here's the fee, not the weed
Got to see, God speed what you need is
Sticky D gives you fit's
On them turnaround hypocrites
Comin and goin like flics
Hit em net scripts, like a butcher
Gettin all the chips musta been a
Road trip against the Knicks
On TV showcasin kicks
Must be the fan cause his
Video gettin all the chicks
Walk up on a replay on Monday
Sportscenter highlights
Last second steal kept em real
What you need is jesus
Jesus (What you need is) jesus
Jesus (What you need is) jesus
Jesus (What you need is) jesus jesus
Now here's the pop, turnaround jumper
Hit's the rim bounce away
The new slave trade
Manchild, six feet five, but juvenile
Thin line between getting bucks
And gettin wild
Brooklyn style, hundred thousand miles
Parquet tiles, leavin' ankles broke in a pile
Son got a ticket to fly
He can make it if he try
To the sky, like a Coney Island ride
Gettin' pages, from his super agent
Community raises at the clout or the cages
No doubt, center stages, mad phases
From behind crazies flippin through the faces
Paper chases, love that many places
Pros and cons, flics between the races
He hold the rock, call for sweat shops
Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops
The highest bidder, no room for the quitter
Gave seven tickets, under counterfittas
Three cities a week, droppin needles
Like the black Beatles take heed
What you need is
Jesus (The incredible)
Jesus (And in your existence, huh)
Jesus (The incredible, yea)
Jesus (Check it out)
Crack my picture, never switch up
Smack the back ups, pack them pick ups
Resurrection of the two man vocal section
The spirit in your dark ass direction
Duckin them spray ups on my way
That i thought be lay ups
Won the battle wars, a thousand one push ups
Here marks the return of them
Rules about Ruff Ryders
Risin, chargin hard from the point guard
Watch what you prey for
But know the team that you play for
Need I say more?
Uh, scared of the resurrection
Sacrafice yours
Them maybe the revolution is basketball
Changes, generanges which means
Rearrange shit
Erase shit, stuck on Playstations
Then the new plantations
I said a millions heads
Waitin for another nation
To make your world be free
No shoppin sprees, there ain't no stoppin me
Here's the fee, not the weed
Got to see, God speed what you need is
Sticky D gives you fit's
On them turnaround hypocrites
Comin and goin like flics
Hit em net scripts, like a butcher
Gettin all the chips musta been a
Road trip against the Knicks
On TV showcasin kicks
Must be the fan cause his
Video gettin all the chicks
Walk up on a replay on Monday
Sportscenter highlights
Last second steal kept em real
What you need is jesus
Jesus (What you need is) jesus
Jesus (What you need is) jesus
Jesus (What you need is) jesus jesus