Artist: Tech N9ne f/ JL, Stevie Stone
Album:  The Storm
Song:   Need Jesus
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Stevie Stone]
Let ye cast no judgment upon thy neighbor
Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed
In the wicked ways of the world
God gives the remission, of all of our sins

[Tech N9ne]
When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth, chakra (sixth chakra)
He knew when I was older I'd wanna follow 2Pac and Big, Poppa (Big Poppa)
They thought I was so devilish in the dark I would listen to sick, opera
But this, chopper will be reppin the city where R.D.V.'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
Three-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, doin it for TV-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 did 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!

[Chorus: Stevie Stone]
Talk about, judge me
Speakin to me with the people I'm leadin 'em underway
How 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!
Ohhhhhh Jesus! Jesus
Every day they wanna condemn me, none of 'em even know me
Anyone live without sin cast that stone out, I'm stoned
Let's talk about it

[Tech N9ne]
I'm askin...
What's happenin...
Boyyyyy, cause they bashin me
Bangin the Bible, butcher boy don't bother with blasphemy
Call him a crazy critic comin causin catastrophes
Aimin at Aaron a lot of ammo and an angel actually
Ah mayne~! Amen, you people let the steeples speak in evil, let the neezle playin God hymn
My mother was a Christian but I used to go with the wicked for the stick and what's the problem
Huh, questionin the KOD'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 precaution
Y'all false actors, callin me a demon when I talk backwards, "tihs pot"
Tecca Nina gon' be sought after this drop by the people that go toss rappers, hip-hop
So you thinkin you relee-gious? When you condemn another man you never lead us
Tellin me what's under me is gonna heat us, never believe ya cause really YOU need Jesus
Leave us!

[Chorus: Stevie Stone]
Talk about, judge me
Speakin to me with the people I'm leadin 'em underway
How you read me and see me, easy to be shunned away
But you got it all wrong
Let's talk about it

[JL]
Momma never really talked about God
All that I was ever taught was I'm odd
Heard he knew 'bout every thought that I had
Dirty mind, I'd see a cross and I'd hide
... Lost without dad
... Salty 'bout that
But I was captivated by the bosses outside
I plotted every way to get in drawers with my squad (church)
Ask 'round why, every man goes
Bad habits get passed down like second-hand clothes
Mad savage, a blouse, gown and manicured toes
Had half of us ground, bound for hell and Lord knows
Need a savior they say slayed for your behavior
Raised in three days grace be what he gave ya
The Son of the maker, one to gravitate to
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
Dousin the flames and bang, chapter closure
Spiritually drained, crass and vulgar
Needed somewhere to go until rain passes over
Seekin a miracle from a stained-glass Jehovah
But I don't know if the ordain pastor's sober
Dang in disdain prayed in vain
Care slain, yo explain, do anything
Lay hands but role playin, you entertain
Doubt, pain, processin grow in the brain
It's confusin, now my fangs out protrudin
Rebukin from mouths full of communion
Scorned by lukewarm kind, it's time you've been
warned "The Storm" formed, now find refuge in