Intro: (He got game)
You have a son named, "Jesus Shuttlesworth?"
Yes sir
Is your son considered the number 1 high school prospect in these United States of America?
Some rate him that high, some don't
1,2,3,6!
C'mon! HAHAHA!

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Verse 1:
Yea!
Prince Ea
UH! UH! Jesus Christ, how is he this nice?
Get em' off with the killer cross make em' leave his nikes!UH!

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**YES THEY DESERVE TO DIE AND I HOPE THEY BURN IN HELL!**

Jesus Christ, how is he this nice?
Get em' off with the killer cross make em' leave his nikes!
UH!
You are listening to a skinny black kid
Who is somewhere in the middle of Mac Miller and Mac 10
He ain't grow up privileged or pitching in packs, man
And he don't pack macs but he does pack fans
I am not that "RAP KAT" who be claimin' he a real n***a
Cause real n***as never claim that they are real n***as
I will mention, I'm kickin' these ill lyrics
To feel different, giving you chills like Pac was still livin'
Never ROCKED with Hilfiger, the CLOCK is still tickin'
All my people LOCKED in steel prisons
On the block ain't no Dr. Phil visits
So therapy is WEED and poppin' pills n***a
**LIFE'S A BITCH**
So is my mom at times
But you GOT to deal with her
I live with her but I keep my door locked
See, I'm working on this plan to try and make it to the top
She don't really understand the plan I got
She shakin' her head when she sees me sleepin' with a clock
BUT!
I was up LAAAAAATE
Workin' hard cause your son gonna be rich one DAAAAAAAY
Drafted to the league
I won't stop until I'm holding up a trophy with my team
Call me Jesus!
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A wise man said, "a lot of things change when the world is at your feet"
Best friends turn to enemies, good girls turn to freaks
It's like my options went from plus size to petite
Kind of like when Cole went from big Shirley to Shenice
They see the swag and they drop dead, like a Glock nine
These haters mad cause I watched TED, and rock times
I'm n class writing an Op ED (?) for a dot com
And you a fag, even your pops said that you drop dimes
Bitch! N***a! Fuck N***a! What you want from me?
This ain't elementary school so you ain't getting lunch money
And you ain't Quincy Williams so get the fuck from me
I'm older now so Quincy can get some lumps from me
But I ain't trying to be violent, I swear to god
I'm just pinning rhymes at an attempt to clear my mind
Gimme' time and I won't let go
Until the world sees my guts like that old Nick show
Call me Jesus!

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Verse 3:
Look! UH!
This college mind just tripled my bottom line
But tell the labels I dont do it for the dollar signs
You can't comodify, and explain phenomenons
Rhymes like when Kevin Johnson went baseline on Olajuwon
That lil' n***a got up
That is how I elevate the masses when I'm spittin' this stuff
Just should celebrate my passion like you celebrate the classics
I have never made a rap about a drink in my cup
Nah!
Young black and never slung crack
Now, that's a feat within itself cause most n***as here done that
I'm from a city where guns clap then reload
They'll catch you while you are eating and leave your face up in your Imo's
Where n***as stunt up in their girl's car
And if A fight breaks out they grab cameras and yell "WORLD STAR!"
The world's ours, but the critics say we can't win
They see me walk on water, they say it's cause I can't swim
It makes sense, I'm coming up for the spot
With this mic, I'm Jesus Shuttlesworth with the rock
Call me Jesus!
Uh!
Call me Jesus!
Uh
Uh
Call Me Jesus!
Uh!

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