T.Christ.t

[Intro: Jim Caviezel as yeshua praying in Aramaic *translated to English]
Breathing: Hear me, Father
Rise up, defend me
Save me from the traps they set for me

[Chorus:]
(Yuh) I be I be screaming Christ, shoot a nigga dead tonight b**** I might
(Woo) I be out here in these streets, living s*** y'all watch on news, TV screens
(Yuh) I be I be screaming Christ, cook a quarter buss it down b**** I might
(Woo) I be out here in these streets, witness s*** y'all watch on news, TV screens

[Verse 1:]
Look I be I be screaming Christ I be asking plenty questions
Plenty question like
Why we live it in a world where them kids assaulted
Where rapists walk and crooks in pulpits get applauded
Everybody always screaming bout the black on black
But n***** ain't killing yo n***** cuz they skin be black
It be the same confrontation yup same as you
When you call your cop buddy dirty Bussiness do
Oh, but its different when u do it you be justified?
Like Timberlake cuz your good image in your 9-5
And it's quite different "you sing murder" horses in the sea
Right there in church on Sunday evening cool hypocrisy
See that's that GOD/devil good & evil paradigm
To justify your own biased views ~true religion~
Like everybody someone daughter till it's Kimmy K
Or Amby Rose or local strippers then it's cool to say
F*** them b****** fry them heffers cook em like some crack
That s*** be trippy how they flippy mind to think it that
I cook a quarter buss-it buss-it there he looking Christ
I try pretend like I don't see him need this paper liiiiiiiiike

[Chorus:]
(Yuh) I be I be screaming Christ, shoot a nigga dead tonight b**** I might
(Woo) I be out here in these streets, living s*** y'all watch on news, TV screens
(Yuh) I be I be screaming Christ, cook a quarter buss it down b**** I might
(Woo) I be out here in these streets, witness s*** y'all watch on news, TV screens

[Verse 2:]
Look I was in that parking lot
Bout to f*** wit this new baddie so I text her like
Aye I'm here quick response WYA
Wholetime I'm thinking bitches tricky why I got the Aye
German Shepard on the hip oh that black sedan
Go skrrr-skrrr then back it up I'm thinking man-o-man
That silver one it's coming too look boy it's game-time
And I'm LeBron in a game 7 boy the same I'm
Compose myself don't be too rash you know you off the Henny
Just wait like see that door pop out aggressive then you sendy
Brrrrr-Brrrrr pop pop like Orville Redenbacher
Then dip it up like Southern Ave Moe cuz no witness saw ya
But Lucky me that boy he drinking only skirtn out
Jump out the whip say what's good bruh then kick it in the house
She text me back then I go in real live and get some gush
Then I be out like Lupe Fiasco Holmes I kick I push
They always changing rather forming context our raps
Like we say b**** then automatic women talking black
Soon as I say it they go "here we go these rappers right"
Wholetime not knowing "why" might shoot a n**** dead tonight

[Interlude:Cisco Kid]
Dearly beloved we have gathered here today to get through this thing called*Laughs*nah on some real s*** tho you was on to some s*** Holmes real live

[Chorus:]
(Yuh) I be I be screaming Christ, shoot a nigga dead tonight b**** I might
(Woo) I be out here in these streets, living s*** y'all watch on news, TV screens
(Yuh) I be I be screaming Christ, cook a quarter buss it down b**** I might
(Woo) I be out here in these streets, witness s*** y'all watch on news, TV screens