She said she never fell in love with a Superman Christian, m**m, Protestant, Lutheran I told her that being a mortal is a portal To the true nature of growth to the Christ like Buddha man That's why I never spit the traditional garbage of a knife fight, Bright lights, white ice to the fans The radio is just a stereo, like a house and a home, A chair is just a chair, ask Luther Van Go to work; go to church let your dreams die Bow tie, Final Call, and a bean pie Yarmulke for Hanukkah, wish list for Christmas This is the gist of the life that we lead, why? So you can fit in, with the close minded in the sit-ins, And clothes lined in the ed-end I could care less about a plaque and Benz And get Punked on TV by my friends Don't get a n***a wrong, I get tempted by the rewards That all come along with n***a songs But what does it mean if I'm a m**m and you a Jew And because of that alone we don't get along And when you talk like this, and try to walk like this The radio stations'll never put a n***a on Just Mims, just 50, just Wayne, just Jeezy, Dem Franchize Boyz, and Jimmy Jones f** that, f** rap this God-hop King-dom mu-sic for the hard rocks I'm a spit it till TRL get it and Hot97 hear the n***a with a bomb drop Ask Flex, ask Slay, ask Who Kidd Just blaze said Jay is the new kid I took Eternal Sunshine and I looped it No drums no hook just new sh**