Jay Smith Black Jesus (Everlast cover)

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Текст песни "Jay Smith — Black Jesus (Everlast cover)"

They call me white devil, Black Jesus,
heaven closes, Hell freezes,
Ego's trippin', scripts keep flippin'

Bloods keep bloodin', Crips keep crippin'
Time keeps slippin' and I keep fallin'

I can't see but I hear them callin', ballers
ballin'

Players playin', haters fightin', righteous
prayin

Dawn breaking, Manhattan keep makin,
Brooklyn keep takin'
Shook ones keep shakin', no time for fakin'

Know what I mean ain't choppin' no pies,
just risin' like cream
If you're digging the scene, if you feelin'
the vibes,

throw your hands in the air, scream out you
alive,
singin' na na nana na na
Singin' na na nana na na
singin' na na nana na na
singin' na na nana na na

They call me black Jesus, White Moses,
heaven freezen, hell closen
B.Boy poses, punk rock chicks, the kids are
all right

But I need my fix
If you diggin' the mix, if you're feelin'
the drugs

If you're keepin' it real
If you're livin' like thugs, I spit kisses
and hugs like 45 slugs
Come back on the one and kiss my love gun
Gotta look that will kill, a voice that will
carry,

half a dozen women that I think I wanna
marry,

trouble on my mind, refusin' to lose

Still I've gotta find someone to abuse
So won't you run spread the news
Help say the word and jump the f*** back
and act

like you heard

CHORUS
They call me white devil, Black Jesus,
heaven closen Hell freezen,
Black Jesus, White Moses,
heaven freezes, Hell closes,
singin' na na nana na na
singin' na na nana na na
Singin' na na nana na na
singin' na na nana na na
singin' na na nana na na

They call me white sinner, black martyr,
live wire

Fire starter, jungle brother, red neck
cracker, freak of nature
New world slacker, sex junkie lookin' for
a dealer

You can play the leaper girl and I can play
the healer

Shit is only getting realer baby haven't you
heard that the
Bird, bird, bird, yes the bird is the word
They go one for the trouble, two for the
time, three for my homies
And four for the dimes, singin' lemons to
the limes

Till the break of dawn
Excuse me every six minutes Everlast you're
on, and they go on and on
Like a rolling stone, baby anywhere I lay
my hat is my home

CHORUS

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