Chords for Rappin' for Jesus

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Well, I wrote this song for the Christian youth.
I want to teach kids the Christian truth.
If you want to reach those kids on the street, then you got to do a rap, do a hip-hop beat.
So I gave my sermon an urban kick.
My rhymes are fly, my beats are sick.
My crew is big and it keeps getting bigger.
That's because Jesus Christ is my nigga.
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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 B.I.G.
All the other MCs, I wish them well.
But if you live in sin, you burn in hell.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Now I'm a pass the mic to my lovely wife.
She's a fly MC and the light of my life.
So to bust the 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 our nigga.
He's a homie MCJC.
You see, he's an honest, caring, peace-loving nigga like me.
_ If you do drugs and you think you're cool, you need to come to Sunday School.
Put those drugs in a garbage can.
Stand up tall.
You're a Christian man. _
_ Word up.
_ _ I'm free-tho.
Hit me. _ _ _ _ _ _
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