What You Need is Jesus Public Enemy

[Charles Barkley] Halleluja Jesus, Halleluja!

[Verse 1]
Now here's the pop, turnaround jumper
Hits the rim bounce away, the new slave trade
Manchild, six feet five, but juvenile
Thin line between getting bucks and gettin wild
Brooklyn style, hundred thousand miles
Parquet tiles, leavin' ankles broke in a pile
Son got a ticket to fly, he can make it if he try
To the sky, like a Coney Island ride
Gettin' pages, from his super agent
Community raises at the clout or the cages
No doubt, center stages, mad phases
From behind crazies flippin through the faces
Paper chases, love that many places
Pros and cons, flics between the races
He hold the rock, call for sweat shops
Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops
The highest bidder, no room for the quitter
Gave seven tickets, under counterfittas
Three cities a week, droppin needles
Like the black Beatles take heed, what you need is...

[Hook:]
Jesus (The incredible)
Jesus (And in your existence, huh)
Jesus (The incredible, yea)
Jesus (Check it out)