What You Need Is Jesus
(Halleluja Jesus, halleluja!)
Now here's the prop, turnaround jumper
Hits the rim bounce away, the new slave trade
Manchild, six feet five, but juvenile
Thin line between getting Bucks and gettin' wild
Brooklyn style, hundred thousand miles
Parquet tiles, leavin' ankles broke in a pile
Son got a ticket to fly, he can make it if he try
To the sky, like a Coney Island ride
Gettin' pages, from his super agent
Community rages at the clout of the cagers
No doubt, center stages, mad phases
From behind crazies flippin' through the faces
Paper chases, loved in many places
Pros and cons, flics between the races
He hold the rock, call for sweatshops
Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops
The highest bidder, no room for the quitter
Game seven tickets, under counterfeiters
Three cities a week, droppin' needles
Like the black Beatles take heed, what you need is
Jesus (the incredible)
Jesus (and in your existence, huh)
Jesus (the incredible, yea)
Jesus (check it out)
Crack my picture, never switch up
Smack the backups, pack them pick-ups
Resurrection of the two-man vocal section
The spirit in your dark ass direction
Duckin' them spray ups on my way that I thought be layups
Won the battle wars, a thousand one push-ups
Here marks the return of them Roosevelt rough riders
Risin', chargin' hard from the point guard
Watch what you pray for, but know the team that you play for
Need I say more?
Uh, scared of the resurrection
Sacrifice y'all, the name of the revolution is basketball
Changes, generanges
Which means rearranged generations
Stuck on PlayStations
Them the new plantations, I said a millions heads
Waitin' for another nation
To make your World B Free
No shoppin' sprees, there ain't no stoppin' me
Here's the feed, not the weed
Got the seed, Godspeed what you need is
Jesus (the incredible)
Jesus (and in your existence, huh)
Jesus (the incredible, yea)
Jesus (what you need is)
Jesus (oh my Jesus, the incredible)
Jesus (oh my Jesus, and in your existence, huh)
Jesus (oh my Jesus, the incredible)
Jesus (oh Jesus)
Sticky G gives you fits, on them turnaround hypocrites
Comin' and goin' like flics
Hear them nets rip, like a butcher
Gettin' all the chips musta been a road trip against the Knicks
On TV showcasin' kicks
Must be the fan 'cause his video gettin' all the chicks
Woke up on a replay on Monday
Sportscenter highlights, last-second steal kept 'em real
What you need is
Jesus
Jesus (what you need is, ooh-ooh)
Jesus
Jesus (what you need is)
Jesus (oh Jesus)
Jesus (Jesus, what you need is)
Jesus (yeah, yeah)
Jesus (oh my Jesus)