Probably the track off The Black Album that started all the Jay Z devil worshiping rumors — and for good reason.
On this track, Jay Z seems preoccupied with other worldly powers as he descends into darkness (or madness). The more I study his lyrics, the more Hova begins to sound like a deranged narcissist, comparing himself both to God [“And when I perish, the meek shall inherit the earth”], and to the fallen angel, Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness.
The charges of devil worship against Jay Z and his artists have reached such a fever pitch that the mogul has been forced to defend his music and his religion. In addition to glorifying guns and violence while mourning the loss of a friend on this track, Jay Z claims to be a Christian. Yet, in this video he clearly says, “That’s my word, I ain’t never read the Bible in my life.”
So which is it?
I’m gonna chase you out of Earth
Lucifer, Lucifer, Dawn of the mourning…
(I’m from the murder Capital, where we murder for capital)
Lucifer, Lucifer, Dawn of the mourning
I’m gonna chase you out of Earth
[Kanyeeze you did it again, you a genius nigga!]
Lucifer, Lucifer, Dawn of the mourning…
So you niggas change your attitude
For they asking what happened to you
[Verse One]
Lord forgive him
He got them dark forces in him
But he also got a righteous cause for sinning
Them a murder me so I gotta murder them first
Emergency doctors performing procedures
Jesus
I ain’t trying to be facetious
But “Vengance is mine” said the Lord
You said it better than all
Leave niggas on death’s door
Breathing off res-pir-ra-tors
for killing my best boy
HATERS
On permanent hiatus as I skate
In the Maybach Benz
Flyer than Sanaa Lathan
Pumping “Brown Sugar” by D’Angelo
In Los Angeles
Like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you bastards
Hope you’ve been reading your psalms and chapters
Paying your tithes, being good Catholics
I’m coming
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
Yes
This is Holy war
I wet y’all all with the Holy water
Spray from the Heckler Koch auto-matic
All the static shall cease to exist
Like a sabbatical, I throw a couple at you
Take six
Spread love to all of my dead thugs
I’ll pour out a little Louie ’til I head above
Yes Sir
And when I perish
The meek shall inherit the earth
Until that time it’s on and poppin’
Church
The fifth or palm Koch, either
Lift up your soul or give you the Holy ghost please
I leave ya in somebody’s Cathedral
And stunting like Evil Knievel
I’ll let you see where that bright light lead you
The more you talk the more you irkin’ us
The more you gon’ need memorial services
The Black Album’s second verse is like Devil’s Pie
Save some dessert for us
Man I gotta get my soul right
I gotta get these Devils out my life
These cowards gonna make a nigga ride
They won’t be happy ’til somebody dies
Oh, man I gotta get my soul right
‘For I’m locked up for my whole life
Every time it seems it’s all right
Somebody want they soul to rise
(I’ll chase you off of this Earth)
[Verse Three]
I got dreams of holding a Nine milli
To Bob’s killer
Asking him “why?” as my eyes fill up
These days I can’t wake up with a dry pillow
Gone but not forgotten Holmes, I still feel ya
So… curse the day that birthed the bastard
Who caused your Church mass
Reverse the crash
Reverse the blast
And reverse the car
Reverse the day, and there you are
Bob Allah
Lord forgive him we all have sinned
But Bob’s a good dude
Please let him in
And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge
Please blame it on the sun of the mourning
Thanks Again
