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Tech N9ne – Need Jesus Lyrics

Need Jesus Lyrics Featuring Stevie Stone & JL

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 for all of our sins

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 Papa
They thought I was so devilish in the dark I would listen to sick opera
But this choppa will be reppin’ the city where RDV’s Young Rich and Slick’s got ya
Well in peace
I don’t know why they wanna call me up every Easter Sunday to the altar
Maybe the music I am doin’ is never gospel, sinner is what they call ya
I know we look a little strange and we the gang my lane is what I offer
3 dimensional altar with a 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 T.V-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 livin’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!

Talk about, judgement
Speakin’ to me with the people I’m leadin’ em underway
And 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 ever that sinned cast the Stone out
I’m stoned, let’s talk about it

I’m askin’
What’s happening?
Boy, cause they bashing 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
Ah mane, Amen
You people let the steeples speak in evil and the neezle playing God hymn
My mother was a christian but I used to go with the wicked for the stick and what’s the problem
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 precautions
Y’all false actors, callin’ me a demon when I talk backwards siht pot
Tecca Nina gonna 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 whats under me is gonna heat us
Never believe ya cause really you need Jesus
Leave us

Talk about, judgement
Speakin’ to me with the people I’m leadin’ em underway
And you read mesee me easy to be shunned away
But you got it all wrong
Let’s talk about it

Mama never really talked about God
All that I was ever taught was I’m odd
Heard he knew bout every thought that I hide
Dirty mind I’d see a cross and I’d hide
Lost without God, salty bout that
But I was captivated by the bosses outside
I plotted every way to getting draws by my squad
Ask round why every man goes bad
Happens to pass down like second hand clothes man
Salvage a blouse, gown, and manicured toes had
Half of us ground bound for hell and lord knows
Need a savior they say slain for your behavior
Raised in three days grace be what he gave ya
The son of the maker one to gravitate tà pay 10 percent cause sins ya didn’t pay for
Bowed to a name insane fast he told the vows to a dame to tame Casanova
Wow did it change and came crashin poser
Doused in the flames and bane chapter closure
Spiritually drained, crashed 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 ordain pastor’s sober
Thang in this day prayed in vain
Carry slang, go explain, do anythang
Laid hands, but role playing, you entertain
Thou pain process ain’t grow in the brain
It’s confusing, now my fans out protudin’
Rebuking, from mouths full of communion
Scorn by lukewarm kind, it’s time you’ve been warned
The Storm formed, now find refuge in Jesus

Album: The Storm
Released: 2016
Style: Hip Hop

Thanks To JL B.Hood For Correcting These Lyrics

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