Explaining To Do (Jay-Z Expos’e)

[Intro: Bizzle]
Yeah
Your boss should'a told you I was comin', nigga
Bizzle! Let's go
L.A.V​.​​
Ha, Y.F.S.​
Yes!
Let's go!

[Verse 1: Bizzle]
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-

[Chorus: Bizzle]
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'

[Verse 2: Bizzle]
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-

[Chorus: Bizzle]
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'

[Outro: Jay-Z]
—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—