Archive | November, 2012

The Game – Black Jesus – Lyrical Breakdown

27 Nov

If you’re reading this you’re probably already informed that west coast rapper The Game will soon be dropping  his 5th studio album Jesus Piece (due December 11). But you may not know that in leading up to this release he has initiated his own “Sunday Service” promotion that began at the end of October, where he’s promised to give away at least one new song each Sunday until the album drops! Most of these songs, including “BLACK JESUS“, did NOT make the album but still follow along with the theme. So how do you feel about The Game referring to himself as Jesus? Is it simply entertaining or straight up blasphemous?! Enjoy this Lyrical Breakdown and leave your comments below!




Uh, I got black cars,

black broad, black yeezy’s

Black in the back ??

Black presidential rolls,

black pieces

You know why?

Cause I’m the young black Jesus

Yeah, young black Jesus

You know why?

Cause I’m the young black Jesus 

Yeah, the young black jesus

Yeah, the young black jesus 

Verse 1:

Yes sir, the young black Jesus

Walking on water

in them young black yeezys

Five albums five masterpieces

Can’t leave rap alone

the game needs it

Can’t leave gats alone

I gotta family

Nigga that sold grams

nominated for a Grammy

I gotta thank myself, I’m Jesus.

 Me and my apostles

play the corner like Revis

Now I’m on Noah’s ark

floating through Saint Regis

 You know how Jesus do

Pull up on you in that

nave-blue coupe,

hop out, take pursuit

Lamborghini merci

beaucoup, mwah!

 Couldn’t do it without Jesus

Got a passport

fuck I need with a visa?

Got a black card

 fuck I need with a Visa?

I don’t fuck with ‘Bron

but got on them South Beaches

CHORUS (once)

Verse 2:

Pull up, holy ghost,

they have seizures

Hop out, gun smoke,

the gat sneezes

 Niggas see me in real life

 say “oh Jesus!”

Might just save your life

and not squeeze it

Heathen ain’t supposed

to be breathing

The hood crucify me

came back as black Jesus

 Audemar shitting on niggas,

that’s feces

Brown Mase tangerine guts,

that’s Reese’s

 Tune on the album ain’t

have to pay for the feature

That’s the way it go down when it’s

YMCMB shit
Stunna my nigga came into the game

 and Master P shit

Bought a red Ferrari

 for the young black Jesus

Give me Stevie’s eyes

black Jesus

So I can see why they killing

in the Chi black Jesus

How did Chris Lighty really

die black Jesus?

Don’t answer that,

he’s probably in heaven

where BIG is…




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