They call me lyrical...Jesus
 I'm only second to...Jesus
 I'm only lyrical...Jesus
 Now as I'm peeling myself down off of the crucifix
 Smiling like Jesus in the den of thieves tempting bitches
 Like the serpent tempted Eve
 Making it rain for seven days and seven nights
 Had several beats and several careers and several fights
 My lyrical rites make your spine hottest
 My rhymes stand out like a white boy on the Globetrotters
 Only child stuck up, selfish
 Buy my records and shine my shoes, treat a nigga like Elvis
 Ancient, melodic, mystic messiah
 Make MC's heads bob like Muhammad Ali's from Parkinson's disease
 Flows you get lost in
 Louder than Michael Irvin when he's snortin'
 Taking a time machien to talk my mommy into giving an abortion
 I don't want to hear you wack motherfuckers hating me
 Niggas is Australian they're so far beneath me
 Ever since Pac dissed me, Jersey tried to front on me
 Now I'm so vain/vein you could probably draw blood from me
 So why you doubtin?
 I'm embezzling more money than Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's accountant
 And spitting blood like Gene Simmons but that's irrelevant
 This industry prays I go away like Arrested Development
 Smilin(?) in a tenement
 Now they got me on rewind to dig up a piece of my mind
 But if y'all dig any deeper you might not like what you find
 Pac died and I cried but I'mma represent it
 When it comes to dissing my shit make Makaveli sound like Macarena
 Jesus Christ superstar immunity
 Got you apologizing like Marlon Brando did the whole Jewish community
 Hiding like Anne Frank, your mind is stomped like I wrote Mein Kampf
 Changing stone rhymes to bread with one wave of my hands
 Son of God, defy me better have a whole army
 Or make plans to leave America using the maps of Marcus Garvey
 Back up off me, nah nigga it ain't all good
 My name is offa more blocks than Lexuses is Puerto Rican neighborhoods
 Make you shut the fuck up, like wifey when the fight's on
 Lyrical Jesus, I got Satan sleeping with the lights on
 I have existed before man and will exist after man
 I am an everyman yet I am no man therefore I am a God
 Sounds odd
 But my talent is priceless
 So I rise on the wicked and the good
 And rain on the righteous and the unrighteous
 Jesus
 They call me lyrical...Jesus
 I'm a spiritual...Jesus
 I'm only second to...Jesus
 Straigt up, yo Kurt drop some old school shit
 Drop an old beat so we can reminsce on something check it
 Rappers stepping to me...they wanna get some
 But I'm XL so yo, you know the outcome
 Another victory, keep that gun in your holster
 My rhymes is off the wall like my Big Daddy Kane poster
 I gets a lot of love the beat searchers hate it man
 Come as recycled bullshit but you're leaving as a Chino fan
 That's how I know I'm God; nobody believes in me
 I make you wait while I stand in handicapped parking legally
 Erik Estrada making chips
 Handling fists to get rich
 I'm going overboard like strong-willed Africans off of ships
 Illest lyrics ever invented, said it, meant it
 You're hearing more claps than inside a Vietnam V.D. clinic, get it?
 Listen inattentive and get no wins
 Don't make me get beside myself like identical twins
 My cynical friends still quoting my old rhymes, my mind is a gold mine
 The shit is bugged like Martin Luther King's phone lines
 Closed minds mass phenomenon, starving like Ramadan
 If lines was episodes of Star Trek you niggas couldn't Kling-on
 Bugged out metaphor
 Got east coast bitches saying "No he didn't"
 While down south bitches be like "Oh no, hell no"
 I made a man blind
 So he didn't have to witness the wickedness of world gone cold
 Falling off on stages like Bob Dole
 Trying to keep my balance
 Cause good and evil are having a custody battle over my soul
 Like Macaulay Culkin's parents
 My hair's like lamb's wool, so fuck what your friends say
 You don't want to get off on the wrong foot like Kunta Kente
 So now it's going down, ta-dow
 Niggas better learn how to rhyme
 Before they tell the lyrical Jesus he should bow down
 Love your enemies, even in the lion's den
 Turn them to a pillar of salt, forgive them Father they know not why
 they sin
 Niggas coming sideways, and I've been that in the past
 But now I'm half past giving a shit
 And at a quarter 'til I'mma bust your fucking ass!
 Just chill
 They call me lyrical...Jesus
 They call me lyrical...Jesus
 I'm only second to...Jesus
 They call me lyrical...Jesus
 I'm sending rappers to...
 Guess I have to explain this one too