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Song Info
Genre
Charts
#5,811 in subgenre
Peak #26
Charts
Peak #686
Author
Battle
Rights
Mistah Izzy
Uploaded
April 16, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 3:12
Lyrics
(Jesus Walks)
Round upon round, I leave a bitch-scarred...
I'm surpried that tensai made it this far...
Mistah, Izzy, the man thats beatin-tens...
Releasin'-strengths...
His weakness is that's he's freakin-tense...
I, treat-the-bench, jus like a real-lyricist...
Tensai can't rhyme, he really needs deal-with-it...
So nice, so tens bettah give-me-rap-thats-half-legit..
So sorry, don't fuck wit bitches, me, Izzy is abstinent...
Cant relax-'n-vent, if a dude's actin'-bent..
That's when I have-to-dent, the pride of any-fashioned-gent...
No lie, in fact I meant, tens, cuz he adamant...
Bout being out-of-it, he saw a real-challenge-wit...
Me, the opponent, and I'm not on that average-shit...
Stop, tens unless you way above-the-average-kid...
That-is-when, I resort to words-of-wisdom...
Tensai know he gon' lose, maybe, he'll learn to listen...
(Interlude)
(Banger)
I told him to listen, damn, my level of thrills...
Are meddlin'-grills, from N-Y to Beverly Hills...
Whether-he-will, stop, surrender-n-chill,
Why-not, sit back tens, 'n envy-the-skills...
Settle-ya-debts, while I'm settlin'-deals..
Pressure-you-feel, from four corners in a small-box...
All-watch, I'm ill, spreadin' worse than small-pox...
Call-shot's, like Mike, from every n-all-spots...
All-locked, therefore, I'm a start-off-significant...
But still talkin bout funny foes 'n snitches-and...
I'm livin-in, a mind-state-close-to-gifted-fam...
I-riddle-man, ladies and newborns...
Ya crew, plus you tens, playing my new-songs...
This-jews-wrong, maybe for givin him lee-way...
But-me-say, he-seems-gay...
If ya don't believe-me...
No challenge here, so we don't need a replay...
Get in-tense with each line-I-bring...
Dyin'-ah spring, on him 'n give his eye-a-swing...
He'll try-n-spring, wit BS, don't mind-a-thing....
Leave him scarred wantin' to be the "lyin'"(lion) king...
Fryin'-rings, way to get close to the purse...
Tens close-to-the-worst, own boy postin-his-verse...
Hopin-I-hurt, feelings, yeah I really-mean-this...
Tens' is a fake, cuz he's not really a genius...
Jesus, walked, 'n now I'll bang-to-extend...
Past tense, 'n not puttin' an "E-D"-to-his-end...
