[Intro: Stevie Stone]

Let ye cast no judgement 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

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth chakra

He knew when I was older I'd wanna follow 2Pac and Big Poppa

They thought I was so devilish, in the dark I would listen to sick opera

But this choppa would be reppin' the city where RDV's Young Rich and Slick's got ya

Wale in peace

I don't know why they wanna call me up every Easter Sunday to the altar

Maybe the music I am doin' was never gospel, sinner is what they call ya

I know we look a little strange, I'm with the gang, my lane is what I offer

Three dimensional author with an 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 doing 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 to say my living'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 me, judge me, speakin' I'm evil to 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! (Oh, Jesus! Jesus!)

Every day they wanna condemn me, none of 'em even know me

Anyone live without sin cast that stone at the Stone, let's talk about it

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

I'm askin', what's happenin'? Boy, 'cause they bashin' me

Bangin' the bible, butcher boy, don't bother with blasphemy

Call 'em a crazy critic comin' causin' catastrophes

Aimin' at Aaron a lot of ammo and an angel actually

Oh mayne, Amen

You people let the steeples speak in evil, led the neezle playing God hymns

My mother was a Christian but I used to go with the Wiccan for the stickin' What's the problem? (Huh)

Questioning the K.O.D.'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 thinking you religious?

When you condemn another man, you never lead us

Telling me what's under me is gonna heat us

Never believe ya 'cause really you need Jesus, leave us

[Bridge: Stevie Stone]

Talk about me, judge me, speakin' I'm evil to 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

[Verse 3: JL]

Mama 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, salvage a blouse, gown, and manicured toes

Had half of us ground bound for hell and lord knows

Need a saviour they say slayed for your behaviour

Raised in three days, grace be what he gave ya,

The Son of the maker, one to gravitate to

Pay ten percent 'cause sins ya didn't pay fo'

Bow to a name insane fast, he told the

Vows to a dame, the tame Casanova,

Wow did it change and came crashing poser

Doused in the flames and bang chapter closure

Spiritually drained, crass and vulgar

Needed somewhere to go until rain passes over

Seeking a miracle from a stained-glass Jehovah

But I don't know if the ordained pastor sober

Dang in disdain prayed in vain, care slain yo, explain do anything

Lay hands, but role playing, you entertain

Doubt, pain, processin' grow in the brain

It's confusing, now my fangs out protrudin'

Rebuking from mouths full of communion

Scorn by lukewarm kind, it's time you've been warned

The Storm formed, now find refuge in