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 to a hip-hop beat.
I gave my sermon an urban kick;
my rhymes are fly, my beats are sick.
My crew is big and it keeps getting bigga’
That’s cause Jesus Christ is my nigga.

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.
I preach the word, that’s my gig.
And I rhyme better than Notorious BIG.
Other emcees, I wish them well.
But if you live in sin, you burn in hell.
Now I’ma 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 MC 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 exude a little Christian swag,
and I’m proud to be an American!

Jesus Christ is our nigga.
Let his light shine through ya!
Let his love pop a cap in your butt and say HALLELUJAH!

Jesus Christ is my nigga.
He’s a homie MC JC UC?
He’s an honest, caring, peace-loving nigga,
like me.
If you do drugs and think you’re cool,
you need to come to Sunday school!
Put those drugs in the garbage can,
stand up tall, you’re a Christian man!

Word up!
I’m freestyling!

Hit me!