start a rumor monday (the return)
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jesus talks.

we should start calling jesus the mad rapper...because he's mad. if his last freestyle on fecundmellow was any indication, the real j-hova ain't playing. and his guns are blazing.
just weeks after kanye west posed as jesus on the rolling stone cover, jeezy clapped back with a dis record much more dy-lan than cam'ron's recent jab at jay-z. hay-suse and crew came by the fecundmellow offices this morning, and dropped off an advance copy of jeezy's protege, j-bap's new album (he was paroled earlier this month), submerge, which contains the single, "jesus talks". on it, both jeez and j-bap drop verses dissing several "emcees" in the hip hop game. jeez's verse opens the track, and he verbally assaults kanye west--his former replacement disciple-- over his own beat.

here's a transcript of the savior's verse (thanks, harold):

i don't need to recruit soldiers/
god's soldiers are my soldiers/
and i'm at war/
i'm at war with republicans...these mega churches...fuckin' mel gibson...and most of all, i'm at war with kanye west

jesus talks/
nigga fuck kangay/the devil won't even take him now
jesus talks to thee (to thee to thee to thee to thee)

this nigga kanye west is/young and reckless/
needs to see that JEEZ is more than freeze on that necklace/
fuck gangsta niggas, JEEZ is pale rider respect this/
it's tithing time and JEEZ is here to collect this/
you're gonna need more than a prayer before breakfast/
crucify your career so you can't resurrect it/
*gasping for air*
try to catch it
*gasping for air*
kinda hard
getting choked by the savior make you wanna say god/
nigga who the fuck is you rockin' a crown of thorns?/
when i'm the only muthafucka who can get ya reborn/
i leave pussy niggas like you with souls ripped and torn/
blasphemus for blasting us nigga you was warned/
recall that you and john legend are just ordinary people/
i see how y'all get lifted and you poke him with your steeple/
but fuck that, nigga, god's children created equal/
a metal jaw won't help you nigga, my shot nothin' but lethal/
i should send you straight to hell for trying to be in the bible/
when the star of the story is now your biggest rival/
most divine catechism can't guarantee your survival/
i'm king of kings alpha omega and you just false idol/
there was a line in the sand, my nigga, and you crossed it/
stop bucking up your chest, my nigga, just cross it/
i'll take that spot in between your eyes, my nigga and emboss it/
treat your salvation like john legend's ass and just toss it/
you can't save hip hop, playa use it to cop ya wealth
'cause when you dis jeez you dis ya'self, fool

in other news...

1) my birthday celebration begins tomorrow (who wants to see my prom picture?)
2) ask fecundmellow still taking questions. leave them here.
3) at least one person missed me: I LOVE HAROLD GIBSON. <-- read that shit.