First things first, I need y'all to picture the scene

Forget about every portrait and picture you've seen

Forget about every Hollywood movie you saw

Portraying Jesus as a hippie, walking round like everything's groovy

I know about the church stealing and shady dealings

And how you used to go to church but they hurt your feelings

That's irrelevant, forget about the diss

Forget about them lists, forget about December 25th

Now, let's talk about Jesus, the One who healed diseases

The God who humbled Himself and became a fetus

The One born in the midst of a manger, amongst strangers

Born in the midst of a danger

Because the devil already wanted Him dead

And King Herod already wanted His head so

They tried to smoke Christ

Now on the hook tell me, what do you see when you close your eyes?

Can you feel the pain of the night He was betrayed?

Crown of thorns, flesh torn, in an empty tomb He laid but

On the third day He had risen from the grave

Put the smackdown on sin and He's coming back again

Alright Jesus in His 30's, growing with the ministry

Making moves, you know, sorta like the industry

He went from rapping on the corner to the main scene

He went from ripping open mics to the mainstream

Religious fellas were jealous because He was zealous

Making hit records and spitting acapellas

They hated on Him coz He got shine

Behind His back, even His own family saying He out His mind

Others were baffled because of things He would teach

Like don't think I came to bring peace

I came to bring war, swinging a sword

And sin offends Me, so if you ain't with Me you against Me

Jealousy will make a savage

They wanted Christ dead just because He healed a man on a Sabbath

So by Judas He was betrayed, they schemed as He prayed

And set Him up like Jam Master Jay

They put a price on the head on the One who gave life to the dead

But it was prophesied Christ will rise from the dead

So what a tangled web we weave and never see

Without Him, how dead we be

Now step with me to the garden of Gethsemane

Christ prayed steadily to the Heavenly Father

If possible remove this cup

Nevertheless Christ suffered as they bruised Him up

Put spikes in His wrists as they threw Him up

On a bloody crucifix right between two thugs

Christ paid for our sins at the hands of pranksters

And on the third day He rose again, now that's gangster

His lungs collapsed but still with no fear

The crowd laughed as He hung naked in the cold air

This destiny was meant to be

But Christ laid His life down at Gethsemane