Listen to the preacher man But are you talkin´ to me? I can´t here ya with a mouth full of pigs feet
Thy shouldn´t eat the swine flesh Ya body is a mess, but ya blessed With the Father, Son, Spirit, and the Holy Ghost But my whole neighborhood is comatose Lookin´ for survival The devil made you a slave And he gave you a bible Four hundered years of gettin´ our ass kicked By so-called Christians and Catholics But I´mma watch ´em burn in the fire See I´mma G that´s why I ain´t in ya choir Cause I see, cause I know The church ain´t nothin´ but a fashion show Get the devil do a one-eighty-seven
And they won´t call me a nigga When I Get To Heaven
Your waitin´ for the devil to come from the ground Clown, take a look around Just look at the cross that the priest is holdin´ A beast, in sheeps clothin´ But I´m rollin´ With that knowledge of self Cause Heaven ain´t just wealth So mister preacher If I couldn´t pay my tithe Do I hafta wait outside? White man, please take another look Cause we couldn´t be readin´ out the same book Cause you´s a crook, and I´m a brotha King James had sex with his motha Is that your edition? Is that your religion?
Black men you gotta make a decision Cause God is comin´ on day number seven
And they won´t call me a nigga When I Get To Heaven
The same white man that threw me in the slamma He bombed a church in Alabama So if I cocked the hammer God won´t mind If I have to kill the human swine Cause God is a killa from the start Why you think, Noah had to build his arc And God is a man from his feet to his hair That´s why you say "amen" after each and every prayer I just stare at the church man
Spendin´ more money on the church-van But Elijah´s got a plan Got the white man screamin´, "Damn, that Farrakhan" Cause one day these babies´ll up rise Much more than bow ties and bean pies Kickin´ knowledge at the Seven-Eleven
And they won´t call me a nigga When I Get To Heaven
...But when it come to standin´ up We find a convenient excuse, to lay down Back away from struggle