*tone* Well, I wrote this song for the christian youth. I wanna teach kids the christian truth. If you wanna reach those kids on the street, Then you gotta do a rap, do a hip hop beat. So I gave my summon an urban kick. My rhymes are fly, my beats are sick. My crew gets big, and it keeps getting ‘bigga. That’s ’cause Jesus Christ is my nigga. *Instrumental* oOh *Instrumental* He’s a life changer, miracle arranger, born to the virgin mom in a manger. Water to wine, he’s a drink exchanger. And he died for your sins. HUH! I preach the word, that’s my gig. And I rhyme better than Notorious B.I.G. All the other emcees, I wish them well. But if you live in sin, you burn in hell. (You burn in hell if you cuss!) (But this white guy can say the N word.) Now, I’mma pass the mic to my lovely wife, she’s a fly emcee and the light of my life. So to bust a rhyme without further ado, take it away Mary Sue. Jesus Christ is my nigga. He’s the son of the original G. And he was sent to Earth to elucidate the way that we should be. (WHAT!) Like… If another emcee says, “You’re a freak!” “You’re a lame-butt rapper, and your rhymes are weak!” I don’t get mad, and I don’t critique, I forgive him. And turn the other cheek. I don’t blaspheme, and I don’t brag, I don’t cuss, and my pants don’t sag. I do it with a little Christian swag, and I’m proud to be a Canadian. and I’m proud to be a Canadian. (HUH!) Jesus Christ is my nigga.
(OH, CANADA!) Let his light shine through ya!
(OH, CANADA!) Let his love pop a cap in your butt and say, “Halelujah!”
(OUR HOME AND NATIVE LAND!) Jesus Christ is my nigga! He’s a homie MC JC UC! He’s an honest, caring, peace-lovin’ nigga like me! *Sick bass thingy* If you do drugs and you think you’re cool, you need to go to Sunday School! Put those drugs in the garbage can, stand up tall, you’re a christian man! *Instrumental* Word up! *Instrumental* I’m freestylin’! Hit me! *Instrumental* next up we got moses