Explaining To Do (Jay-Z Expos’e)

Lyrics

[Intro: Bizzle] Yeah Your boss shoulda told you I was comin', nigga Bizzle! Let's go LAV​​ Ha, Y.F.S.​ Yes! Let's go! [Verse 1: Bizzle] Now, tell me, am I the only nigga that's sick of Jay? Sick of this freakin' lame? Ain't it a bucket you finna kick any minute or day? Nigga, just claim what you is, I'm hearin' that you a mason So, explain: the pyramids that you set on the stage, is It the same as what you lift when you bang the rock? Nigga, you rap, how is it that you can page Barack? Or is it that it's somethin' that's way deeper than we can see? Dissin' Jesus, seein' how naive people can be Ain't it strange he repeatedly saying he God Then he got you callin' him "Hova"; the name of God- Jehovah? I studied you, nigga, 'cause I was a fan But I'm a fan of the Lord first, so I will be damned If I'ma let you get over, twist the fans souls up Have 'em chant "Hova" for Satan's soldier "Hova, Hova" is what you got 'em yellin' But they lookin' to the stage 'stead of lookin' up to Heaven I know about you and the Law of Thelema Know about Crowley and the cult you believe in Homie, I'm a Christian to the core, if you listen, he dissin' Like every Christian but Dior, so, nigga, we finna war He on top of the column, and I'm at the bottom of the bottom He richer than me in dollars, I'm rich in Spirit- I got him I'm David, he Goliath, the Lord is my power So I don't need not a dollar to snipe him out of the tower Is it just in my mind? Or is it just that you're blind To the Rocawear designs' new symbolism and signs? And, if you listen, you see how much he be dissin' God He ain't Satan, he just a slave in his assembly line Conspiracy? Nah, go 'head and look it up I ain't ever been the chef for me to ever cook it up I just hope people don't brush this off Disregard and cut this off, now, if you with me, then say- [Chorus: Bizzle] My nigga, you got some explainin' to do My nigga, you got some explainin' to do, and I'm listenin' 'Cause all the evidence is sayin' it's true So, homie, you got some explainin' to do, and we listenin' (Now) I hope you're ready My Lord, my Lord is comin' for you And then, you'll have some explainin' to do Homie, you gon' have some explainin' to do, and we listenin' [Verse 2: Bizzle] Aight, Jay, I saw your new video "On To The Next One"— far from the best one All-black hoodie, white boy, black lipstick Voodoo paint with skulls and blood drippin' That ain't even Hip-Hop, nigga, that's gothic "All black everything"— guess he wasn't kiddin' And what's with all the black crows? Oh, your girl's a blackbird Satanic symbols flashin' when you lack words Two flashes of the Baphomet One flash of Christ on the cross with bullets on side, mockin' Him I'm lost again, what it got to do with the song? And if It doesn't, which it doesn't, then tell me, what are you marketin'? All-black album, how come "99 Problems" is song number nine? So, the outcome Upside-down is three sixes Followed by a song called "Lucifer", how did we miss it? What about the Mrs.? Used to be a Christian Now, she rock Baphomet heads in her pictures Nah, that's Sasha, that's someone different But what about Rihanna? I heard she wit' the business I bet you all do songs with Lady Gaga But as soon as I get in the game, it's "Baby Bye Bye" I never call Jay-Z "Hova" like he my God There's only one of those, the Father I call Abba So, watch close if you cherish survival Bury your rifles, carry your Bible, 'cause the war is on Seek the truth, it's there in your Bible Quit servin' these American idols, if you with me, then say- [Chorus: Bizzle] My nigga, you got some explainin' to do My nigga, you got some explainin' to do, and I'm listenin' 'Cause all the evidence is sayin' it's true So, homie, you got some explainin' to do, and we listenin' (We out) I hope you're ready My Lord, my Lord is comin' for you And then, you'll have some explainin' to do Homie, you gon' have some explainin' to do, and we listenin' [Outro: Jay-Z] —Get more in depth if you boys really real enough I'll explain later— I'll explain la— —It's the return of the god mason, ugh— —It's the return of the god mason, ugh— —Bastards, hope you been reading your Psalms and chapters Paying your tithes, being good Catholics, I'm coming— —Devil's pie, save some desert for us—