"Need Jesus" lyrics
(feat. Stevie Stone & JL)
[Stevie Stone:]
Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor
Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed
In the wicked ways of the world
God gives the remission of all of our sins
[Tech N9ne:]
When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth chakra
He knew when I was older I'd wanna follow 2Pac and Big Poppa
They thought I was so devilish, in the dark I would listen to sick opera
But this choppa would be reppin' the city where RDV's Young Rich and Slick's got ya
Wale in peace
I don't know why they wanna call me up every Easter Sunday to the altar
Maybe the music I am doin' was never gospel, sinner is what they call ya
I know we look a little strange, I'm with the gang, my lane is what I offer
Three dimensional author with an ego on top of the rock of Gibraltar
I see-e, it's not the way the bible people want me to be-e
Flippin' the fire for the family focused and free-e
Listen to me-e doing it for TV-e
With the rebel yell, came out of my shell
Preacher said tell your people let go of your coat-tail
With a tremendous fail he never to say my living'll sell
But even worse said I lead my people to Hell's Bells
Lookin' at me just like my mother and father would breed creatures
Not an evil bone in my body and never known to be naughty in my seeds either
Simple and plain like a cheese pizza
I don't know, prayin' on my knees, keep us from heat seekers
Lovin' the bleed feature while the people tell me that I need Jesus!
[Stevie Stone:]
Talk about me, judge me, speakin' I'm evil to people, I'm leadin' 'em underway
How you read me and see me, easy to be shunned away
But you got it all wrong, you seem to tell me I need Jesus! (Oh, Jesus! Jesus!)
Every day they wanna condemn me, none of 'em even know me
Anyone live without sin cast that stone at the Stone, let's talk about it
[Tech N9ne:]
I'm askin', what's happenin'? Boy, 'cause they bashin' me
Bangin' the bible, butcher boy, don't bother with blasphemy
Call 'em a crazy critic comin' causin' catastrophes
Aimin' at Aaron a lot of ammo and an angel actually
Oh mayne, Amen
You people let the steeples speak in evil, led the neezle playing God hymns
My mother was a Christian but I used to go with the Wiccan for the stickin' "What's the problem?" (Huh)
Questioning the K.O.D.'s grim
Anybody talkin' hella crazy I'm 'bout to jaw them
You'll be up on a cross whenever you step to me so take precaution
Y'all false actors, callin' me a demon when I talk backwards, "Tihs pot."
Tecca Nina gon' be sought after, this drop
By the people that go toss rappers hip hop
So you thinking you religious?
When you condemn another man, you never lead us
Telling me what's under me is gonna heat us
Never believe ya 'cause really you need Jesus, leave us
[Stevie Stone:]
Talk about me, judge me, speakin' I'm evil to people, I'm leadin' 'em underway
How you read me and see me, easy to be shunned away
But you got it all wrong, let's talk about it
[JL:]
Mama never really talked about God
All that I was ever taught was I'm odd
Heard he knew 'bout every thought that I had
Dirty mind I'd see a cross and I'd hide
Lost without dad, salty 'bout that
But I was captivated by the bosses outside
I plotted every way to get in drawers with my squad (Church)
Ask 'round why every man goes bad habits get passed down
Like second hand clothes
Mad, salvage a blouse, gown, and manicured toes
Had half of us ground bound for hell and lord knows
Need a saviour they say slayed for your behaviour
Raised in three days, grace be what he gave ya
The Son of the maker, one to gravitate to
Pay ten percent 'cause sins ya didn't pay for
Bow to a name insane fast, he told the
Vows to a dame, the tame Casanova
Wow did it change and came crashing poser
Doused in the flames and bang chapter closure
Spiritually drained, crass and vulgar
Needed somewhere to go until rain passes over
Seeking a miracle from a stained-glass Jehovah
But I don't know if the ordained pastor sober
Dang in disdain prayed in vain, care slain yo, explain do anything
Lay hands, but role playing, you entertain
Doubt, pain, processin' grow in the brain
It's confusing, now my fangs out protrudin'
Rebuking from mouths full of communion
Scorn by lukewarm kind, it's time you've been warned
The Storm formed, now find refuge in
Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor
Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed
In the wicked ways of the world
God gives the remission of all of our sins
[Tech N9ne:]
When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth chakra
He knew when I was older I'd wanna follow 2Pac and Big Poppa
They thought I was so devilish, in the dark I would listen to sick opera
But this choppa would be reppin' the city where RDV's Young Rich and Slick's got ya
Wale in peace
I don't know why they wanna call me up every Easter Sunday to the altar
Maybe the music I am doin' was never gospel, sinner is what they call ya
I know we look a little strange, I'm with the gang, my lane is what I offer
Three dimensional author with an ego on top of the rock of Gibraltar
I see-e, it's not the way the bible people want me to be-e
Flippin' the fire for the family focused and free-e
Listen to me-e doing it for TV-e
With the rebel yell, came out of my shell
Preacher said tell your people let go of your coat-tail
With a tremendous fail he never to say my living'll sell
But even worse said I lead my people to Hell's Bells
Lookin' at me just like my mother and father would breed creatures
Not an evil bone in my body and never known to be naughty in my seeds either
Simple and plain like a cheese pizza
I don't know, prayin' on my knees, keep us from heat seekers
Lovin' the bleed feature while the people tell me that I need Jesus!
[Stevie Stone:]
Talk about me, judge me, speakin' I'm evil to people, I'm leadin' 'em underway
How you read me and see me, easy to be shunned away
But you got it all wrong, you seem to tell me I need Jesus! (Oh, Jesus! Jesus!)
Every day they wanna condemn me, none of 'em even know me
Anyone live without sin cast that stone at the Stone, let's talk about it
[Tech N9ne:]
I'm askin', what's happenin'? Boy, 'cause they bashin' me
Bangin' the bible, butcher boy, don't bother with blasphemy
Call 'em a crazy critic comin' causin' catastrophes
Aimin' at Aaron a lot of ammo and an angel actually
Oh mayne, Amen
You people let the steeples speak in evil, led the neezle playing God hymns
My mother was a Christian but I used to go with the Wiccan for the stickin' "What's the problem?" (Huh)
Questioning the K.O.D.'s grim
Anybody talkin' hella crazy I'm 'bout to jaw them
You'll be up on a cross whenever you step to me so take precaution
Y'all false actors, callin' me a demon when I talk backwards, "Tihs pot."
Tecca Nina gon' be sought after, this drop
By the people that go toss rappers hip hop
So you thinking you religious?
When you condemn another man, you never lead us
Telling me what's under me is gonna heat us
Never believe ya 'cause really you need Jesus, leave us
[Stevie Stone:]
Talk about me, judge me, speakin' I'm evil to people, I'm leadin' 'em underway
How you read me and see me, easy to be shunned away
But you got it all wrong, let's talk about it
[JL:]
Mama never really talked about God
All that I was ever taught was I'm odd
Heard he knew 'bout every thought that I had
Dirty mind I'd see a cross and I'd hide
Lost without dad, salty 'bout that
But I was captivated by the bosses outside
I plotted every way to get in drawers with my squad (Church)
Ask 'round why every man goes bad habits get passed down
Like second hand clothes
Mad, salvage a blouse, gown, and manicured toes
Had half of us ground bound for hell and lord knows
Need a saviour they say slayed for your behaviour
Raised in three days, grace be what he gave ya
The Son of the maker, one to gravitate to
Pay ten percent 'cause sins ya didn't pay for
Bow to a name insane fast, he told the
Vows to a dame, the tame Casanova
Wow did it change and came crashing poser
Doused in the flames and bang chapter closure
Spiritually drained, crass and vulgar
Needed somewhere to go until rain passes over
Seeking a miracle from a stained-glass Jehovah
But I don't know if the ordained pastor sober
Dang in disdain prayed in vain, care slain yo, explain do anything
Lay hands, but role playing, you entertain
Doubt, pain, processin' grow in the brain
It's confusing, now my fangs out protrudin'
Rebuking from mouths full of communion
Scorn by lukewarm kind, it's time you've been warned
The Storm formed, now find refuge in
Writer(s): Aaron Yates, Freek Van Workum, Nick Luscombe
