Love is conditional,
I never knew that mary'd put a hole in my fishing boat
I got to tripping more
She went to bitching more
The court of universal law said it wasn't permissable
She went to forte, I stayed pianissimo
Then I went to forte, and she went to physical
Should I go should I stay and withstand the additional attacks on the mental and the physical
It's gon get dangerous
Why waste time in these child-like exchanges
Why waste mind with these child-like games
It's make up to break up,
Crying all the time baby messing up your makeup
Try and scratch my face up
She said I need communication jay but you don't say much
I know it ain't okay but
I from where niggas keep they mouth closed and the gate shut
It seem like only yesterday that I was just a kid in christian dior velour
Ballies and a shape-up,
Spinning on cardboard and trying to rip a break up
Life comes at you fast, I went from sleepin in class to sleeping in the streets forgetting where I wake up
When I was hit with trial, I went in to survival mode
And did a lot of shit a nigga wasn't proud of, so
When I be sittin on the couch with a blankhead
I be at the homeless shelter jefferson and bankhead
A jack sippin dankhead
Making sure niggas don't steal my clothes
Trying to make a path so I fufill my goals
Trying to take a bath so I can heal my soul
A little bit of laughter to conceal my woes
When the musics in my system
Ain't no tellin' if he Muslim if he Christian
That's what they be yellin'
I'm god by blood
Not relation
So what a bum bum is from creation
I never got hated on directed to my face
I never got tased
I never got maced
I never went to jail without rumbling the cops
Who thought a nigga was a slave trying to put me in my place
And that's just the preface
A universal message from the land of the lepers
The camouflaged wolves stealing lambs from the shepards
Your average John Malkovich
Transform myself to the wind like The Alchemist
[Jay Electronica:]
I'm out that third ward where they bussin heads
Movin shakin hustlin scrambling buckin and duckin feds
The corner stay hot as sonars with blood rushing (russian) red
Down in the dirty we bout it and we ain't fuckin scared
I got em shook from the jump cause I'm a solider these niggas is yellow
I told you I'm out that magnolia mah nigga fo reala
On the grind all the time woaday stackin that scrilla
It's the south man we put the fuckin G in guerilla
Talk slick and get chyo neck slit quick
Cause uptown niggas don't play that shit
And if you ready come get me
Got a squad that's with me
To blow the beef outta control like ja and fifty
I'm the king the daddy ya heard the best around
Linked up with lil flip man we tear this bitch down
You know when them south boys is comin around
Cause all you gon' hear is lay it down lay it down
Walk walk with it [x4]
Rock rock with it [x4]
Shake shake with it [x4]
Pop pop with it [x4]
[Lil' Flip:]
A lot of rap cats rap about jewels
But that ain't rose gold that's fools
Look at the shoes on the whip twenty-twos
I still got a deal what about you
I got liquor nigga you wanna drink?
I go on shopping sprees you want a mink?
I'm just kidding I ain't tricking for a hoe
This how I'm living I ain't hurting for no dough
I push tight whips just like percy
I always rock custom jerseys
My new shit about to drop on you niggas
Just call me hoe, when you not witcha nigga
[Jay Electronica:]
Now heres a little story I got to tell
About a fresh young nigga ya know so well
It started way back, in history
In that third ward magnolia the U-P-T
I was born in seventy six and raised in the eighties
Pops left when I was six I was raised by ladies
Son of Marilyn brother of Fal
I grew up one block over from the cell [? ]
T-I told me to be easy but I'm hungry as fuck
I want a house on the hill and some blow in the truck
Now I'm up in the club playa settin it off
With a mic in my palm tight lettin it off
Shorty, smilin she say I'm spec-tacular
She wanna bite on my neck like dracula
She said she wanna show me something good after the show
Question,
How does one go from chosen to posin
Trapped in a box for years, like han solo frozen
Trapped in a wack idea designed by De Beers
To keep your mental eyelids closed and your eyeballs bulgin
Fear, it can kill a man
Turn a real man to a realer man
Or package you
As a bathin ape wearin gorilla stan
This message is brought to you in part from a michael jackson thriller fan
I had the glove plus the matchin jack the zippers haaaaa
It's cool to imitate, the drone to your own
Don't let the green grass across the picket fence
Turn you into mister smith without a purpose or a home,
Underneath he is a jedi on the surface hes a clone
Smilin for his peers but,
At nighttime he cried til he dried up all his tear ducts
And he cool with that as long as he got a haircut and his gear up
Without change we over
It's more than one way to heal a leper
Terrorize the commercialized thrill the hecklers
You might be eating off that wack shit for now but I interrupt dinner like bill collectors
Hit the lights cue music run the real projectors
I was raised on kool-aid and pac-man
Steely dan gap band michael jackson
Outside the fiends would scuffle up for crack
In the same spots where shell-toes was doin backspins
That's why I spit the otherful colorful you a fly motherfucka
You bubble you b-l-o-w
Visual like the hubble, you trouble,
Lancaster to man-chester
I slam rappers
Voodooman, chickenbone chickenbone
I can make a thunderstorm from a light rain
My ears start ringing, My nose get bloody
I feel a lil' bit of pressure on my right brain
Intermission transmission
Put me in submission
Glistening trapped in the light prison whistling
The christ told me come closer to the light man
I went blind woke up in front of a mic stand
Voodoo man, tap dancing in the French Quarter
Walking on water with a scroll in my hand
The bluerprints for disc shaped like a vessel
That was chiseled out of metal
Off the coast of Japan
Fasting on the top of a mountain
I went to postland
Saw a shiny object floating out of the ocean
I'm sort of like a postman
You can get the message if you want to understand
From the rap slumber man
Voodoman, civilised and savage
Criticize the parish
Spreading false doctrine
Terrorise the cleric
For carrying on nonsense
Specialised lies to paralyse the conscience
Voodoman
Chit chatter
Abracadabra
Spitting out matter
While I'm shitting out data
Mmm, chew em up shitting out rappers
Sipping Pelegrino while I'm giving out matches
Set yourself on fire
Let the wisdom of Elijah
Purify ya take a nigga higher
Sold your soul to the highest buyer
Now you're on a wire
Talking about 2-foot tires
Saying you sell crack
Clapping at cats with macs
But you a liar
Pants on fire
Same old rugged cross
I wanna thank ya
For bein so fly (so fly)
You didn't know (didn't know)
That it was my time
They shoulda told ya
I am for the people
And on my shoulders
Carrying the world
Say it sir victory is mine oh yeah
I tumble like the dice do
Stay on the humble like christ do
Piss stanzas and shite haikus
Since I was a young tyke-u
Tried to moonwalk like michael
I understood the universal cycles
Positive negative neutral
Impoverished kids on sedativesll live mutual
Where reverends, presidents movies stars cinema-togra-phers
And producers, so standardized eduacation in it's current state
Is useful, I'm mean useless
Pardon the slippage
The deadll probably target the jargon as gibberish
Meanwhile I'm off in the stars war'n with iblis
You see them atoms spinnin
You see them waves shimmering
You see them wisdoms grinning
The masculine energy make em feel feminine
I transformed and start assemblin
From moab to mendin
Sittin bull is twistin sittin ducks like dutches
Victory is in my clutches
Motherfuckers
You can't touch this like hamm and them
I'm on auto pilot
Sippin pen noir
Eatin sal-a-mon
Brother with foul in them
The son of marilyn
Chancellor of hope
Sharp like razor
Clean like soap
The simplest metaphors be the dope
They stumblin outta focus
I spit that hocus pocus
Man these niggas absolutely bogus
The cockroach flow is hopeless
I'm on they ass like locust
In and out the studio
The flows unruly so
My attack level is way higher than yugiohs
My defence level is in the trillions
So if you wanna duel
Ya rocket better be filled with fuel
Cause when you get here, I'll be on the stool crackin booze
And you'll be tired from the journey
So how you think that you could ever burn me
Man these wack niggas don't concern me
In a little while from now
If I'm not feelin any less down
I promise myself to pack my bags and visit a nearby town
And climb into the top
Or grab the microphone and rock
And all the party people in the place to be will say
DAMN THAT BOY CAN ROCK
Now everybody in the place
Clap your hands
And everybody in the space
Clap your hands
To all the people in the party
Clap your hands
C'mon rock your body
Clap your hands
Now everybody feel good
Clap your hands
And let me be understood
Clap your hands
We came to get down
Clap your hands
And to the funky fresh sound
Clap your hands
Uh puerto rico!
Jump on it [x3]
And everybody on the east coast!
Jump on it [x3]
And to my people on the west side!
Jump on it [x3]
And if you in that midwest ha!
Jump on it [x3]
Now what you hear is not a test I'm just a rappin to the beat
I got a crease in my dickies and a fresh white tee with diadoras on my feet
I hope you understand that my one and only plan
Is to make you feel good make you clap your hands
And once the feelin hits your body then you act and dance and c'mon!
I spit that uptown body rock raddy ha
And will a nigga ever shut me down probably not
Cause ever since I was a young lad I crushed mcs kickin ass takin names at the trolley stop
And everybody know
I got a lot a flow
I'm from that mag to the north to the calliope
I'm well known in the spots where you barely go
And on the designated spot rockin ever-y show
Now take it to the dirty south now
And jump on it [x3]
And I'll pay for it
[Jay Electronica:]
One two, one two
Uh, yeah
I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
My shrink told me it's a feeling they'll never know
I pack up all my sins and I wear 'em to the show
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go
[Chorus:]
I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
My shrink told me it's a feeling they'll never know
I pack up all my sins and every L that I blow
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go
In the land before time, a land before altar boys
Synagogues and shrines, man was in his prime
Look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme
The method is sublime
You get blessed with every line
I'm in touch with every shrine from Japan to Oaxaca
Your melonated, carbon-dated, phantom of the Chakras
Me and Puff, we was chilling in Miami
He said "Nigga fuck the underground,
You need to win a Grammy
For your mama and your family,
They need to see you shined up
You built a mighty high ladder, let me see you climb up
Nigga, what you scared of?
Terrorize these artificial rap niggas and spread love
Pollinate the ear buds
Like you supposed to, spit it for the culture
Pay no attention to the critics and the vultures
They rather have a shot of Belvy just to spite you
They cast the judgments 'cause they feel they got the right to"
Fuck 'em, I let the dice roll like my father did
I gotta shine, it's in my blood, I'm a Harlem kid
I treat my babies right, treat my ladies ladylike
Hit 'em with a remix, then make sure that they play me twice
I thought you said it's the return of the black kings
Luxurious homes, fur coats and fat chains
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z:]
In this manila envelope, the results of my insanity
Quack said I crossed the line between real life and fantasy
Can't it be the same, went on covers with Warren Buffett
Was ducking the undercovers, was warring with motherfuckers
Went from warring to Warren, undercovers to covers
If you believe in that sort of love, your screws need adjusting
In the World of no justice and black ladies on the back of buses
I'm the Immaculate Conception of rappers slash hustlers
My God, it's so hard to conceive
But it all falls perfect, I'm like autumn is to trees
Uh, the doc interrupted
He scribbled a prescription for some Prozac
He said "take that for your mustard"
Boy, you must be off your rocker if you think you'll make it off the strip
Before they pop ya,
Nigga you gotta be psychotic or mixing something potent with your vodka
It takes a lot to shock us but you being so prosperous is preposterous
How could this nappy headed boy from out the project
Be the apple of America's obsession?
You totally disconnected with reality, don't believe in dreams
Since when did black men become kings?
[The-Dream:]
You have no idea
The means to what I say
And you have no idea
Of how I got this way
Now, fear my dreams
And by the time you wake
I'll look down from the clouds
See, I'm on my way
Mic check one, bitches and drugs
I'll pop a hot slug in the back of a thug
My chrome rims is sp - [blurts out]
Back to reality
Niggas gone mad with the fairy tale mentality
Bound by doubt I stood still in the mayhem
Relaxed all night and chilled in the AM
That's when I got a call from sinister sam, "hello? "
[Sinister Sam:]
Peace god it's me, I just came home from madawan
I beat a charge down in chevy chase maryland
But when I came home I was faced with the case
With black chicken head Stacey on the witness stand tattlin
I tried to call you but breezy told me to...
[Jay Elec:]
Take it easy homie you know these land lines is land mines
One step ka-BOOM... twenty years of mantime
[Sinister Sam:]
True indeed god I see your math you know they can't fade us
But don't stress
[Jay Elec:]
Nevertheless
I'm back from my hiatus
[Sinister Sam:]
Good niggas is in the background dyin to know the status
[Jay Elec:]
Yea I was out in vegas
Me and Just Blaze politicin on the latest
I mastered both sides of the force like Darth Plagus
Now I'm wildin on you haters
Style war, jay the greatest
King of the kings
Lord of the rings
Savior of saviors
The black rennaissance man of rap
They threw rose pedals at the feet of the christ when I entered the center
Motherfucker I'm cold as the winter
My waves were spinnin like blades on pirellis
The christian dior shades was drivin them silly
It's big willy
I came through with them cats from philly
Lakers vs heat floor seats you know the dealy
Either you love the kid or wanna kill me
I'm back at em
On fire like cracked atoms
They over the hill like wyclef and proswell
I'm over the hills like UFOs at roswell
You lame I know you guys well
If you can name an mc that's flamer than me you high as hell
You can't dance with the chancellor
One glancell have you caught up in a trance with a tarantula
And if they could then you probably would
They come close but it's no cigar welcome to my world
You arms to short to box with the center of the prophets
Aviator shades the stage is a cockpit
Leather pelle
Lounging at the sofa telle
Sippin sam pelegrino eatin ghirardellis
I recline and chill twinklin the rag to shine my grill
That's that third ward appeal (bitch)
Get at me
Me and my chick is like JFK and jackie
They can't wait to catch me in dallas top down the grassy knoll and clap me
Kidnap my body
And fuck up the autopsy
But I'm nice like christ you blink twice you hit
I'm chillin in college park eatin salmon and grits
It's the black ceaser
Jesus
Hes just, the lyrical monster
Boogie man outta the dumpster
Black pharoah
Jay bowie spittin phat arrows
Keep your eye on the sparrow and the fly apparel
You ain't ready for war hide your barrel
Stay in your lane man chance forf3 surviving is narrow
Welcome to my world
Deep in the jungle bustin
Nickle sacks of cracks from G Packs for stacks niggas on the humble hustlin
See that game
That's the one they call survival man they poppin at five-oh
They lowlife pigs who get it how they live
They daddys in them court houses givin out bids
Choppin niggas on blocks and leavin wickedness
Man they broidered the land then they small poxed the witnesses
Rapin babies usin ladies as they mistresses
Causing choas and disorder
That's why the glock on hold
The block on swole
I built this city on rock and roll
Now I'm banging on Rumsfeld and bells ringing
Him and Dickll be in hell singing
Woe to the hippocrits and infidels screamin niggas can't handle
The wrath of the son of man black pan de ma-yo
Yeah the flows that scandal... ous I crush any mc who feel the must
Try me, the smallest flea on the dog won't get by me if I was you id be
Scared to death, hit a nigga up, leave him right there in his mess
This penicillin I'm spillin leave hair on your chest you feel me
You can't beat me kill me
I'll be back in three days disguised in the garden with my kicks filthy
Told you I was nice like christ the rap angels throw down ice
I shine like jewerly in light
I can make a true believer out of curious dike
Shell be saying wearin heat jabs singing hum through de lair
I'll be slinging dice hummin songs on the ave
Theyll be sayin man
He goin off the path, (uh)
But that's on the low tho
Beatin cats with no glow
Tryin to play me like a hoe
But this ain't books and poems or tic tac toe
This planets moons quasars and high tech radars
[Verse 1: Jay Electronica]
The game ain't been the same since B.I.G died
And Wu swarmed on New York from out that beehive
Don't talk to me bout MC's got skill
Don't talk to me bout whose the king of the hill
Don't talk to me bout whose the best alive or whose in your top 5
Cause he's not I'll
Real recognize real, stick to your deal
Try to make a cool mill off the single
With that ringtone appeal
In 3 years, you'll be nil
Meal by mouth, my appeal down south
Is like the nation of Islam's when Ali knocked Liston out
A universal change from what appeared as just about
All aboard, It's the last train, soul train
A bottle of ciroc could turn a private jet to soulplane
Put your seats back, your tray down and feet up
Cause we about to heat up
[Verse 2:]
From Baton Rouge to Jerusalem
Rap crews we bruisin' em
Crooked mouth, flat footed
Cops man we losing them
Let me see some ID, nigga fuck a ID
You been getting head from crackheads in the lobby
Mr. Officer, please observe my skintone
Please observe the prophecies of hurricane and brimstone
The flow's so Tolstoy, Fyodor Dostoy
Half oyster, half shrimp, fully dressed po-boy
Lyrically I'm unfuckwitable, unforgettable
One tough miracle, competition's none
I leave em dumb stuck critical, that some luck, pitiful
Better luck next time
We young, black, and restless
Hung, black and wreckless
My name's on every guestlist
I bang on every setlist
Went to London town, tore it down and threw my necklace
Even twitter said that Jay Elec be on that next shit
I should be arrested
One shot two shot whos that boppin that rocky boy sound
One shot, two shot, man down, clan down
Whos that kid on the poster posting
Posted like the coastguard on the ocean
Wicked slick shit no devotion
Just sick shit no slick promotion
The extraordinary?
The president of emissary
The secretary of state, the secretary of flow
The secretary of glow, it's necessary to show
That I can make the motherfuckers mouth stay closed
(Row row row) kick it, got my ballys on I'm in zone gettin wicked
Laughin at you clones from the throne gettin lifted
Lyrically literally shittin on these niggas man
I'm from the city where the thingsll hold the trigger man
Where it can get live, any minute and,
And the choppers chop a hole in the door of your minivan [x3]
Therefore, I ain't worried bout any man
Or any clan or mini mini man
That wanna get busy, yes sir
You fuckin with the truest
Young black jewish
New new newest x 3
In the hood where you is
Rollin dice with the loot
[? ]
I got the whole day off like ferris bueller
You can take that to the jeweler
And get fifty thousand gallons of blood out of the zulus
[? ]
You a modern day judas
I'm walkin on water and I ain't wettin the shoelace
So you ain't sayin nothin with your grill and your screwface
Gucci prada and vera wang
Won't help to rebuild a city after a hurricane
Your house and your spouse
Your two car garage, the spinners under the range
Lead a nigga to believe he mastered the game
And if you don't have any of the above said material goods than you inferior
Chickens say your lame
So niggas go rob a liquor store to get em a chain
Shoot up a house party for nothin to get em a name
Like convict, dopeman, oh that's them niggas
And if you think they're really happy go and ask them niggas
I promise you theyll lie
Position they fingers to throw they hood up in the sky
To tell you man look I
Know what I'm doin is wrong but how can I survive
And when they hear songs like this to get by they cry
For a split second
Then it's back the snappin they fingers to that hit record
Uh-Ugh
My view is aerial
Your crew inferior
My crew imperial
MC Killers, Milk & Serial
Get it? Forget it.
You'll still be connecting the dots with smoking holes in your fitted
Those that got it be all at the shows throwing fits
The light from the dynasty sign froze all of the critics and nary a soul got on they frog toes to ribbit
Shhh... t'was the night before the coming
Sugar plum candy coated lines for the dummies
Decoded hieroglyphics in the shrines for the mummies
We not illuminati but out eye is on the money
My minds on the scripture
It's beautiful, I see every line on the picture
So when the leaves Russel and the cock Crowes winter just know that the Black Gods mingled a bit
Then the fingers got pricked
Then the single got picked
Man I'm living out my brain I don't dream about shit
If I say dream, I meant Dream, Fresh not Hampton
I got a date with destiny I'm definitely not cancelling
Romancing
The Stone
The Roc
The Throne
The Elegant Celebration sent tremors through every nation
The Stars aligned like cars at grand central station
Elevation
Yours Truly,
My duty in obligation: The newly appointed ruler who moved with no observation like W.D.
Say my name on a record, W.W.III
I'll put you niggas in a box like the WB
Here's a footnote on the Blueprint
Whoms fucking with We?
Yeah
Bad grammar
Widescreen panorama
Paranormal activity seen on the camera
So if you want that turmoil
I'll Twitter, Facebook, YouTube, Worldstar you
Rap Radar, Nahright, 2dopeboy you
Your plans is foiled
Your guns is borrowed
We living in tomorrow
It's the return of the black moors with no fez
It's eerie like that documentary on lisa lopez
Pentagrams pyramids conspiracies with goat heads
Knock down the levees, knock down the projects,
Start another project, build another object
A drive-thru touch screen doctrine for me to digest,
Just horses with our blinders on
Drivin by the obvious
Riding by the obvious
Flying by the obvious
Uh huh, regardless who you vote for, if the mind don't grow and the poverty line don't go
But the dope keep coming and the t-v keep flashing images of a sports car
Then you bound for a coke war
The meek get clowned by the cope law
The sheep get drowned in the folklore
Then lulled to sleep by tom brokaw,
Hm what a pity, the hope on a politicians tongue never ever trickles down to the city
Yeah, so if a nigga put a presidents mask on and run up in the bank with a mac saying gimme gimme
I ain't glad at em, but I ain't mad at em...
I ain't mad at em
Look, if anybody ask you who I be
Say a painter with a felt pen who drew ali
I'm like cassius when I blast molasses
Out the ass of the masses
From fulton street mall to gratiot I'm handing out free at last kits
Yo jay, where yo staff at?
Green said you threw it,
Yeah, I outgrew it
Some blog said you blew it
Nigga fuck yo blog
Jigga man said you can't knock the hustle dog
I'm on the same launching pad that shot russell off
[Verse 1:]
This goes out to those that choose to use disrespectful views
On the game of H-I-p-h-o-p
We terrorizing you misfits
These wack emcees got the game twisted
We don't give a fuck about your rings and your chains
Your four-dot six Range
Or Frankie B jeans
I came in the game motherfucka was deaf to the bling
Jay Elect reign supreme over everything
Meet the heavenly man mics in my hand I rip 'em
Brrrr-ha stick 'em ha-ha-ha stick 'em
Wack rappers we vick* 'em
And leave 'em for dead
For spittin' that wack shit
That they see in they head
Mufucka'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
The last dragon, carrying weight like Oprah
Redeemer of Abnoloima and san koufa
I mash out more posses than Billy and Fame
Sucka emcees rock ice but they really in flames
Eighty-five think they free but they really in chains
Talking that big willy looking silly and strange
Earthquakes and rain, hail snow locust and bees
All of the above is caused by the dopest emcees
Back day I used to rock Adidas open with Lees
Windmill on the cardboard and close with the freeze
Silly suckas
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
It's War with The Dragon, visit your day see god,
Spar with apassion, this is your day swing hard.
As I spark your imagi, nation it may seem odd,
This world is crazy hard, but it made me god,
Rock with the blastmaster of rock with a rap masters,
The Notorious BIG and 2Pac were the last Pastors.
I gotta grab the, torch and lead the flock to the pastures,
Return of the Jedi, who stud-eye-d under the master.
Jakes wanna creep me, The eighth B60 defeat me,
I'm feelin leepy, Homeland Security breechy,
They can't compete B, my Third Eye vision is 3D.
Saw you with Mouson, cuttin civilizin the BC,
Rappers a misfit, cheap trick covered with lipstick,
Yappin about free me, going plat with the...
War with The Dragon, I'm here to clash with the beast,
Harass the Police, in the process of establishin peace,
In hollywood everybody got a business card
In manhattan everybody got a business card
In new orleans... everybody got a gun, and a bible, and a net, or some type of a fishing rod,
And at night, if you listen hard,
You can hear gunshots from blocks away or fiends pushin bricks through cars,
I'm from the same dark alley niggas never go down,
Forty ounce glass and needles on the merry go round
Look, abracadabra bitches,
I ain't the average nigga yappin on a track for riches,
Even though my rags to riches tale is vicious hell,
A lot of niggas sick an pale when I spit the braille
You feel me?
I never ever ever slipped and fell
You hear me?
And any pussy that decide to try and come near me
Will get raped crushed and left for dead on the hill
I'll be on the pyramid stairs out of Brazil
Now put that in your pipe and get twisted
Make like fingerprints and get lifted
Nobody spit the sick shit like I do
The bayou kid so deep on google you need goggles
Nigga I'm sick with this
This goes out to those who choose to use
Disrespectful views
On the game of h-I-p - h-o-p
We terrorizing you misfits
These wack mcs got the game twisted
We don't give a fuck about your rings and your chains
Your fo dot six rings or franky b jeans
I came in the game motherfucker to step up to the bling
Jay elect reign supreme over eve-rything
Meet the, heavenly man mics in my hand I rip em
Brrrrrd ha stick em, ha-ha-ha stick em
Wack rappers we lick em, and leave em for dead
For spittin that wack shit, that they see in they head
Fresh out the gate it's the asiatic
Fanatic back at it
Spittin black magic
Create a world outta black fabric
Spark with the light
Spark it with life
God stay visible
My du rag create sound waves I'm jay pivotal
Spun the cipher running with christ plus I'm a sniper one with the dice one with the mics and nobodys nicer
I payed the price-ah
And now I'm heatin up the rostrum
Sucka mcs get struck to they knees playin possum
Rap guys insane
Lyrical messiah, jesus baptize in the flame
Sanitize they brain
What's the origin
Ten thousand sons up in my squadron
We break down and build back up to form a organ
The flows natural
The interglow is celestial
The physical mold that's just the clothes for the astral, extra terrestial
Emceeing supreme bein
All eyes seein
Mastered the scene/seen and unseen
And what year was that when the atom was cracked
In the materials of darkness she laid on her back
Shes knows all about you
Cause the womb of the mind is the one man
That x chromosome came up out you
My rhymes like sperm cells thoughts for tales
Reproduce like sperm whales sharks and snails
Hit your gray matter
Then they excrete the data
And just stay for 9 months above the bladder
This the most mathe-matical
Style that you've heard of
And every verse I spit bitch it kicks murder
And like roberta flack
I'm killin you soft
Drawin you up in the fire midst revealing your thoughts when allah and his christ bust thru the ceilin with hawks
In the face of the earth meet the tip of the drills with a spark
That's the judgement
It's grievous man
This population face to face with this jesus man
Came to his own but they mispercieved the lamb,
There's a lot of shit goin on up in my hood
I thank god I'm alive oh and I'm a knock on wood
Yea he go and walk through the valley of death
I know the lord got my back with every step
You see nothing here surprises me
I got a whole lotta soldiers down to ride with me
But lord please give me something to hold on to,
Something to hold I need something to hold
As I scratch the last days of the calendar
Niggas roam the streets with heavy metal like metallica
Pistols with the silencers
Killin solidiers softly
The crime pays a little but the consequence is costly
My cousin, I love em we go back in the days
But now he struggle with the monkey and he trapped in a maze
I still care for him
To tell the truth I'm kinda scared for him
Cause when he conscience he in rare form
But that's the story of his life gettin locked up or shot up
Or in somebodys kitchen on the block cookin rocks up
I think he lost hope when he seen them lock his pops up
Or when he seen his sister baby father get his knot bust
My grandmother complain and tell him make a change
But her thinkin is outdated she can't understand the game
Shyeah, hard time three to nine in a jailhouse
Is no different from slavin nine to five in a warehouse
Yo in projects shit is mad real for the youth
Niggas get I'll for the loot
The more guns ya buss the realer your crew
Cats carry gats concealed in they suits
Whether cee-loo craps or macks gorillas may shoot
When the eyes meet don't steer wrong and don't stare long
Cause niggasll kill for that when they be full of heron
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How crews remain standin once the AKs thunder under the stun roof tops
Career thugs cook rocks
Then hit the blocks
To make a killin plus fame
Man they lovin this game
It's mega action the trees stay hot like sonars
Shorties with fly hair-dos get dipped or play the corner
Summer time they shine block parties galore
So many soldiers die they buy a seperate forty to pour
I knew this kid Larry niggas thought he was poor
But he had cream for days ran a solid scheme with Ks
AKs with the banana clips, rubber handle grips
The same nigga that got Randal hit
He livin scandelous
He used to pop no-doz so he wouldn't be caught sleepin
And he could'nteven walk around the block cause he was beefin
I say that to say this
That's ghetto everyday shit
Where slugs miss chipped bricks leave scars on chicks
It's kinda trife right now
But that's the life right now
And way back it was a half assed trife like now
Peace god what's todays math
To tryin to escape wrath
With two left feet, it's kinda hard to walk a straight path
Soldiers layin in gutters from god to greed
My old dad left momdukes and scarred his seed
We all family
But seemingly this cats can't stand me
Haters gunna hate be it a lexus or a camry
Understand me
But do the knowledge first swallow my verse
Which is my universe
God obeys no thirst
Fallen angels in the ghetto tradin in they wings for things
Semiautomatic machines with red beams
Street magicians convertin to crack and the cream
Sat back saw em turn black zack to a fiend
Hes a teacher
Had a fly daughter named lakeisha
If you hustle have a beeper smoke reefer ya can freak her
I seen her givin head inside the club behind the speaker
Last year she had three abortions for the preacher
And one miscarriage for this kid they call Harris
He told her that her loved her and hes moving her to paris
She fell for it
Touched her third rail for it (uh)
And next year she woulda been sixteen
Once told me that she wanted to go to god get clean
So she could be a role model for her brother Eugene
Hes a beautiful seed
Eight years and can't read
At night his ashtma so bad he can't breathe
He wants to be an astronaut
And fly to space but his teacher told him that he just ain't go what it take
So he cried while the other kids played at lunch break
Jay electrolysis probin the globe like a geologist
Puttin all of you pussies on display like gynocologists
Listen, I'm on a mission
Most of you niggas just spittin
The wise comprehend-iction hypnotize with the rhythm
Lyrical circumsicion toss the shmuck in the fire
Yea your mans and them is nice but they ain't fuckin with sire
I'm a higher power devour all you idolaters
You satan worshipers nation perverters thirstin for dollars
Jay coldplay putting the clock on your chess game
I'm a varsity letterman you a fresh-mayne
Every line of every verse of every song is a quotable
Catch me in mexico meditating with quetzalcotl fuckers
I'm rainin fire on you lame suckers
My tongue is the burner the barrel the biscuit don't make me buck it spratt
I'm outta that mac I came into rap carrying the south on my back
And I'm ready to scriddap
I ain't where you from son it's where you live at
I never kiss another niggas bum to get me did-dap
I used to sip the coke and rum blowin dime sid-dacks
But now I'm wagin war with wicked men in high places
So what you sayin
Every page of my poetrys like a rhyme from the clip
The mic is always in my holster right on top of my hip
Niggas get flipped
When the hollowtip spit at they melons
You niggas is missy misdemenor my niggas is felons holla
My and big dame lord of the rings the twins towers
Knockin other motherfuckers out the ring like apollo creed
You wanna get bleed the blood run up
And get done up until sunup
Down south they call me white man cause I hang mcs
Get em open with ease
Then pick em off like fleas nigga please
You ain't go no ends in my casa
Que pasa
My flowll fuckin swole ya bumba rasta
Loch ness monster
It's like RAAAAAA when I strike ya
Suplexin niggas like rowdy rod piper
John allen muhammad snipe ya
It's a cost to be the boss and I paid the price-ah
Nobodies nicer
I'm cold as the north pole nobodies icer
Shout outs to mr porter, d-twizzy, and obie tricer
Shady, you can catch me in the D now baby it's all gravy
Still reppin UPT what is you sayin
I'm trapped in the game like pacmayne chasin the ghost
Drownin with water in my throat got leaks in the boat
Squeezin the toast
It's not a op-tion I got pac on
Makaveli the don bumpin at me
And my glocks on, zone in
Like robert dinero I'm ronin
Struck em up with the omen
From adolescence to grown men
Walk a mile in my shoes it proves you a soldier
I paid a lot of dues to prove to jehovah
That I can carry the cross the castle the crown
Everywhere I roam is my home lifes my battleground
Sallhuddin abdul farrad muhammad
To come up at by night ridin elijah the comet (uh)
I caved chest in the brave chessman
Masterin one twenty lessons is my profession
So get to steppin
Or catch led like zepplin
These rap cats look real but they really not like wrestlin
Check the solar commander
I'm light years off of the scanner
Satillite dishes and cameras a bad mama jama
The most thorough examiner
My microphone is seven thousand ninehundred and twenty six miles in diameter
The son of man
Son of t man from out puran
Master the air in the land from here to iran
Jay electronica revolve the world
Them philly cats say I like that boy he raw but he thorough
I wanna thank ya
For bein so fly (so fly)
You didn't know (didn't know)
That it was my time
They shoulda told ya
I am for the people
And on my shoulders
Carrying the world
Say it sir victory is mine oh yeah
I tumble like the dice do
Stay on the humble like christ do
Piss stanzas and shite haikus
Since I was a young tyke-u
Tried to moonwalk like michael
I understood the universal cycles
Positive negative neutral
Impoverished kids on sedativesll live mutual
Where reverends, presidents movies stars cinema-togra-phers
And producers, so standardized eduacation in it's current state
Is useful, I'm mean useless
Pardon the slippage
The deadll probably target the jargon as gibberish
Meanwhile I'm off in the stars war'n with iblis
You see them atoms spinnin
You see them waves shimmering
You see them wisdoms grinning
The masculine energy make em feel feminine
I transformed and start assemblin
From moab to mendin
Sittin bull is twistin sittin ducks like dutches
Victory is in my clutches
Motherfuckers
You can't touch this like hamm and them
I'm on auto pilot
Sippin pen noir
Eatin sal-a-mon
Brother with foul in them
The son of marilyn
Chancellor of hope
Sharp like razor
Clean like soap
The simplest metaphors be the dope
They stumblin outta focus
I spit that hocus pocus
Man these niggas absolutely bogus
The cockroach flow is hopeless
I'm on they ass like locust
In and out the studio
The flows unruly so
My attack level is way higher than yugiohs
My defence level is in the trillions
So if you wanna duel
Ya rocket better be filled with fuel
Cause when you get here, I'll be on the stool crackin booze
And you'll be tired from the journey
So how you think that you could ever burn me
Man these wack niggas don't concern me
Everybody told me to be patient
But who was sleepin from couch to couch and basement to basement
But jay man
Satan tryin to block my shine like ray bans
Haters never wanna see you bubble
They rather to see you struggle
That's life my nigga
A lot of fakers in the place
Were invited to taste
And told me right to my face yea that's tight my nigga
You reppin that dirty south dog? iight my nigga
But they wouldn't lift a finger
To light the incent/incense or let the smoke linger
I ain't a hot boy but the flows jalapeno
I'm never yappin bout how the calico ll lean ya
Magnolia crack soldier creepin on the come up
My grandmother won't leave the fuckin projects I gotta raise the slum up
These nerds at record labels played me dumb and dumber
So I showed the industry my asscrack like a plumber
Now asscap bangin on my door like a drummer
The falls bout to put a period on the summer
But back to the point
They wanna see me fucked up, kicks scuffed up
Layin back with a joint
They said good things come to those who wait
Well I don't know about that
And if you can't feel this rhyme then sorry jack
You don't know about rap
And if you don't know struggle you don't know about black
And I don't give a fuck what bill cosby said
Cause the problem don't exist when bill cosbys dead
And I don't think the revelation from the supreme beings
Residin or hidin out in bill cosbys head
This just the thoughts of a soldier
And if you don't like play dead and roll over the game is so over
I fell out the sky like baby Superman to a farm on kansas
Now the world wanna see my story all on camera
That's Magic
Described by a Hater,
That's tragic.
Billy Shakespeare was in his grave doin backspins.
The attractive power of every verse was so intense the ladies required napkins.
The credits rolled:
Below average seemed lavish,
Garbage ass rappers
With a goudy no class chain and a fitted turned backwards
Black on black anti semite rap wazyap
I'm out that nolia So niggas'll surely clap if I ask em
Whip a nigga out his clothes from Freret to Jackson
Nobody'll ever wonder or talk about what happened
C'mon Son
Who Better than us?
them?
They ain't even figure out they own style yet man
And every rhyme I ever spit out my face was spotless
Any bitch I ever said strip to got topless
Any click whoever said shit
They got rocked
So sugar Shane Mosley yo ass up out the cockpit
We natural born fly guys
Twist up yo Garcia vegas and toast to the wise guys
We made it to the high rise
Georgy and Weezy and Lionel and Jenny Kravitz
Jigga and J. Cole
Jay Electronica
Magic
Jeeeeesus
Uprisings in Egypt
The black Gods free up
The Land erupt
I hope one y'all is feelin me
Some of yall gotta wait til the final act of the trilogy to get it
Oh I get it
Niggas wanna hear spit it
But I never take shots
Without establishing pivots
Itsy bitsy spider climbing up the water sprout
Moses with his ra hit the staff and got the water out
Powerful parables
I learned from the lips of my uncle Charles comin outta the VA like Clipse
Now there's a whole wealth to dig thru
But yo shit it's too shallow for me to dig you
Feel me
Man these wack niggas kill me
The wordplay was sweet but the rhymes don't thrill me
You lose
Quit believing in the news
The Asiatic Blackman conveniently rude
Sincerely yours
Like a whirlwind pyramind
Word to D-O-C nigga the lyrics here
Terrestrials in the chest where the spirit live
You not fuckin with the best extra extra
Read all about the extra terrests with turrets
They all wait in line for what's next
Abracadabra the crowd went deaf
Eyes went stage right but I went left
In one single bound went from M-Y-S
P-A-C-E man the mp-three man to mtv man
All by the willpower of my great skull like he-man
See man...
I'm much better than
These young fucks runnin a muk yellin veteran
Arms to short for them to sport them a letterman...
So just chill young padawan
I'll guide you in the ways of the force
The crowdll stand idle in amazement of course
So lounge on the drama
(Mama, mama, mama)
Take that nigga
They say I'm Kevin Spacey K-PAX nigga
One mic one show three acts is a, masterpiece
Harass the beast
Until he throw down his sword
(Ok one more time one more time)
Til he throw down his ride
When I was sleeping on the train
Sleeping on Meserole Ave out in the rain
Without even a single slice of pizza to my name
Too proud to beg for change masterin' the pain
When New York niggas was calling southern rappers lame
But then jackin' our slang
I used to get dizzy spells, hear a little ring
The voice of a angel tellin' me my name
Tellin' me that one day I'm a be a great man
Transformin' with the MegatronDon spittin' out flames
Eatin' wack rappers alive shittin' out chains
I ain't believe it then, nigga I was homeless
Fightin', shootin' dice, smokin' weed on the corners
Tryna find the meaning of life in a Corona
Till the Five Percenters rolled up on a nigga and informed him
"You either build or destroy, where you come from? "
"The Magnolia projects in the 3rd Ward slum"
"Hmm, it's quite amazing that you rhyme how you do
And that you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru"
Question 14, Muslim lesson 2: Dip diver, civilize a 85er
I make the devil hit his knees and say the Our Father
Abracadabra! You rockin' with the true and livin'
Shout out to Lights Out, Joseph I, Chewy Bivens,
Shout out to Baltimore, Baton Rouge, my crew in Richmond
While y'all debated who the truth was like Jews and Christians
I was on Cecil B, Broad Street, Master, North Philly, South Philly, 23rd, Tasker
6 Mile, 7 Mile, Hartwell, Gratiot
Where niggas really would pack a U-Haul truck up
Put the high beams on
Drive up on the curb at a barbecue and hop up out the back like "what's up"
"Kill a nigga, rob a nigga, take a nigga, buss up"
That's why when you talk that tough talk I never feel ya
You sound real good and you play the part well
But the energy you givin' off is so unfamiliar
I don't feel ya
Nas hit me up on the phone said "what you waitin on"
Tip hit me up with a Twit said "what you waitin on"
Diddy send a text every hour on the dot sayin "when you gon drop that verse nigga you takin long"
So now I'm back spittin that He could pass a polygraph
That Reverend Run rockin Addidas out on Hollis Ave
That F.O.I., Marcus Garvey, Nikki Tesla
I shock you like a eel, electric feel, Jay Electra
They call me Jay Electronica
Fuck that, call me Jay ElecHannukah
Jay ElecYarmulke
Jay ElectRamadan Muhammad Asalama'Aleykum Rasul'Allah subhana wa ta'Allah through your monitor
My uzi still weigh a ton, check the barometer
I'm hotter then the mothafuckin' sun, check the thermometer
I'm bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man
My momma told me "never throw a stone and hide your hand"
I got a lot of family, you got a lot of fans
That's why the people got my back like the Verizon man
I play the back and fade to black and then devise a plan
Out in London, smokin', vibin' while I ride the tram
Givin' out that raw food to lions disguised as lambs,
And, by the time they get they seats hot,
And deploy all they henchmen to come at me from the treetops,
I'm chillin' out at Tweetstock,
Building by the millions,
When I walk motherfucker,
My uzi weighs a ton,
When I talk motherfucker uzi weights a ton
When I walk motherfucker (my uzi weighs a ton [x3])
Never will I resign I'm a soldier for life
I'm masterin my circumference controlling the mic
Behold the light (bring)
Some niggas die for they ice
See I'll part with the chain
But I'm a die for the christ
This time I baptise with fire
Roll with a thousand soldiers like jeremiah
Call me sire
Hitman for hire
Show me the money like J Mcguire
Build my empire in the midst of the fire
Voodoo men say that I am I'm a stumbling stone
I'm never too far from home cause the earths my throne
I'm the king supreme superb out the third ya heard
Magnolia made me a soldier throwin dice on the curb
Crucified me the first day I'm rockin ice on the third
Burning circles on hood corners rockin mics and them birds
I got my hard hat my work gloves I'm ready to rock
So beware of this heavy hardware we steady to drop
Bring seven mcs put em in a line
Go get seven other cornballs who think they can rhyme
Itll take seven more befo I go for mine
That's twelve sucka niggas with a gash in they perm
Plus nine other motherfuckers draft to get burned
It's a horrible lesson indeed but has to get learned
It's the new world order
We kidnapped rap and took us south of the border
While cats rock three-sixty waves white tees girbauds and diodoras
Young guns is raised in the little shop of horror
When drama get to poppin and the shit get outta order
The choppersll chop a hole up in the door of your explorer
The coppersll pop a hole up in the door of your aurora
Watchers, dime dropper to copper sing em a story
Niggas is shiesty, in the land where they trill with it
Stress is a motherfucker man nigga deal with it
When I gave me some sweet advice, uh huh
He came like a man with it
Took it and ran with it
I'm a turn the rap game to the summer of sam with it
If anybody asks tell em the son of man did it
That's right you know my name I got the devil on the run
Why, cause my mother fuckin uzi weighs a ton
And I'm squeezin on you fuckers with the mic in my hands
I was on the corner with Reem by tipitinas
He said "Ri, what up my nig, I ain't seen ya since Katrina"
Lil mikey doin time for flashin nines in Pasadena
I tried to tell em chill and wait til niggas get they cream up
I ain't gunna lie bra, niggas took that petty cash from FEMA
And copped a couple choppers why cause coppers on the clean up
You ain't know? they hittin niggas left and right with bids
On the news I seen a family of a grandma and some kids
They tore down where she lived for sixty years and told her here goes
A voucher for some powdered milk and cleanex for your tears
You seen them tents outside of city hall? that's where they live
A trailer in the park or cardboard box under the bridge
They closed down all the projects
And all these wicked contractors can see us makin profit
Insurance companies fucked us up the ass nobody stopped it
That's why I'm yellin fuck the world everytime I let my glock spit
My nigga, we ain't got shit
I spent the night in jail three times just cause I lost my id
I went to pastor raphael who said "son thou shalt not kill"
And I said "why me"
He told me god gonna try me
And when I left the church I heard the flashin lights and sirens
They said "let me see some id"
I said "yea sure I'll oblige thee, here sir that's my passport"
They threw me on the gate I said "man why you gunna do that for? "
They said "cause you the son of slaves your daddy was a bastard"
I could'nttake no more jay click clat sprrat blast blast that's what they asked for
We laughed he said "yea bra, you feel what niggas come from, it's good to see your face again,
[Talib Kweli:]
Ay, yo, Hi-Tek?
Do me a favor, man, speed it up a little bit
From the intro you know I'm so influential, 'cause I'm glowin' like a candle
The focus is so essential, dawg, what you tryna get into?
I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue
They snitchin' like Donnie Brisco and countin' like Monte Cristo
The ghetto full of betrayal like Iago and Othello
Your fellow neighbor will slay you, they'll smoke you like cigarellos
Police, want that info, they'll grill 'em like portabellos
I'm murderin' instrumentals 'cause I rap with the conscience
Of felons, killers, and monsters, so revealing and honest
We're still feelin' the promise, some nights I kill 'em with kindness
Hittin' like Muhammad Ali, you more like Tatyana
All this is prob'ly karma: You dishonored the father
Whether it's God Almighty, or the almighty dollar
We follow the prophets like Islamics or the Dalai Lama
Your bullet points so hollow they could prolly pierce body armor
Look in the scope, my people still a target
[Jay Electronica:]
Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown
Feelin' out of place as I whistle a cab down
If I tip extra, can I huff a cig?
Blow my smoke out the window, droppin' ashes on the bridge
I'm in New York now, like Akeem and Semi was
Tryna get the lobby door open from a semi buzz
I just wanna go to the slum
And throw my money on the floor like the Notorious B.U.M. (Uhh)
Build a home, teach a class, start a revolution
Free the mind, heal the body, talkin' evolution
This that black Elohim Anunnaki rap
That Farrakhan Hakeem Olajuwon Khadafi rap
I dedicate this to my niggas in New Orleans
Rockin' black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis Shockey hats
I'm in the coatroom, screamin' "Who Dat" on the double
Servin' gumbo with' a shovel, dawg, I'm on another level
Me and Kweli come together like two pieces of metal
We magnetizin' the ghetto
[J. Cole:]
Yeah, now here's the memo
I'm a rebel without a cause, a bezel without no flaws
And shawty, you straight, but you look way better without no drawers
Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet I'm about to ball
And never let up, look how I just crept up without applause
Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job
The center of attention, this is clever, I'm Pau Gasol
Really though, I'm LeBron, really don't got my mind
On this new school of rappers, I will really go Columbine
And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know I'm a shine
Flow is in Ramadan
'Cause couple years ago, the game had they pajamas on
But now they on my dick, man, I should throw a condom on
Ay, 'cause a nigga comin' raw like I ain't got one on
And I ain't stoppin' or coppin' no pleas, I just lock and load, squeeze
Dawg, I'm on a higher level, I'm on top of nosebleeds
Niggas say they sick, but when they write, they don't sneeze
Like the nigga on the block wavin' his Glock but won't squeeze
Please
[Mos Def:]
Hold your applause until the ceremony end
Yours truly, truly blessed, yet again a noble pla-anted
Super magic, abracadabra kid
Mysterious master Jim, blacker pen, arrowhead
With the long-barrel stem, and his apparel fresh
Harbor lights shinin' out the black power grid
With the Black Power grip
And pure power don't power trip
Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip
Your Gladwell point, and Babylon polish
All about nothin' where it's all about the dollar
And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market
The devil at the dancehall, thirsty for a partner
Get off em
There is not a parcel or a portion
Or a measure of a fortune more awesome
Gorgeous
The funky Four Horsemen and one more
With Hi-Tek on the score, once more, of course
You're welcome, thanks
Appreciation for your participation
Special dedication
We got... for here,
But it really doesn't matter with me now,
'Cause I've been through the mountains...
Like anybody I would like to live a long life, long,..
But I'm not concerned about that now,
I just wanna do God's will,
And He allows me to go through the mountains,
And I look over
And I've seen the promise land
I may not...
But I want you to know that we have... will get to the promised land.
So I'm happy tonight, I'm not worried about anything, I'm not... at any man.
My life has seen the glory
,.. I had to break, to get away, pack my bags...
It was a Monday, time has stopped my mission, I felt that burning in my soul
I had to listen, I had this real courage dream from the stage and the... to fade,
I had to set the game of blaze and they... operate, I expect a little change till my family
... amazed like a,..... what it keeps the crap back,
Nothing too far back on, but police... so they crack on,
They... is back home,.. treat the Spanish, they hit to that song,
You may be tired, but I'm... inspired from the Lord of the world 'cause the devil is alive.
[Chorus:]
Say, say I've seen the lightening flashy,
And I've seen another road, but you can't,
You can't keep me down for long,
'Cause I'm getting stronger,
'Cause I keep getting stronger.
My style is like a shot of Jack Daniels,
A baby grand piano like in a...
The son... is the son of the gun,..
6, 10,.. 90 million, the holy pyramid sing we all lost our children,
... who bring weapons in,..... they indoctrinate the children,
... blow up your apartment if you're absurd to... in desires see abracadabra
... in the mighty light, 'cause,.. striking every day just like... criminal like Mike was.
[Chorus:]
Say, say I've seen the lightening flashy,
And I've seen another road, but you came,
You can't keep me down for long,
'Cause I'm getting stronger,
I feel good when I wake up in the morning
Yawning, crack a dawn
And I say my prayers
Thank god for makin me a super mc slayer
Brush my teeth brush my teeth hit the shower then I comb my hair
Step out the crib lookin dappa dappa
Hit the cipher on the corner then I smack a rapper
With a sweet sixteen
I'm so mean with this mic machine
You wanna battle me I'll battle you and shatter your dreams
I said what up, he said what up
I took you girl so what up
The crowd screamed he threw the towel man enough is enough
Now I'm, on my way it's a beautiful day
Sun shining on my back man what more can I pray
Rims shinin on the lak man what more can I say
Can't nobody make me angry cause I'm happy today
My little sister doin good my mama doin good and my grandmother just turned seventy three
I feel good
Can't nobody ruin my day (I feel good, I feel good)
And I ain't lettin no negativity come my way (I feel good, I feel good)
The first thing I do when I open up my eyes is pray (I feel good, I feel good)
And I don't really care about the dumb shit that people say (I feel good, I feel good)
You know me well I'm gettin busy on the regular
I'm spittin flames on these lame ass competitors
Live on the road my home phone is a celluar
Email two-way man etcetera
Uh huh
I got, people to meet, I got, places to go
I got stages to blow, I got faces to take of the motherfuckin map man
I'll drop a bomb on yo ass like the gap band
I'm eatin pellets chasin ghosts like I'm pacman
Straight outta hell full speed like I'm batman
Pirellis spinnin deuce quads on the lak man
With two fingers out the window holla back man
Ya hwaid me?
You can catch me in the carpool lane with mr jane
Swinging and banging that wood grain
Sittin on things
Stuntin with a A-town chain from pete game
Reppin that third ward I'm a uptown man
It's all good
They said down south was wack when it came to rap
That our thoughts was too slow and we could'ntadapt
When in fact
We taught yal how to build a label from scratch
While you was whining bout the points in your contract black, yup
We slip when we talk
And we dip when we walk
When we came to the game
Niggas stole our slang
Uh huh, we hit the game with a brand new funk
And plus we taught ya how to sling a record out of your trunk
It's dirty south til I die homie
We in the ville where they trill spittin fire homie
You wanna burn in the fire come and try homie
Man look we re-day to ride homie
Down here we fear no man god only
We got the boxin gloves on out here and we rumble and rap
We in the game talkin big shit they mumblin back
And now that I got that off my chest... listen
[Mos Def:]
Mark your calendar
Holiday work week
May day, mothers day
Doomsday, another day
Teenage love built a teenage runaway
Bang
Number 9 off the chart
Pretty bullet
Red on the wall
Fear god
Fuck a bully
Bay ghetto
Great, great god
Guggly muggley
Mays on monster mash
Main course and cookies
Heads getting beaten over full gettin eaten
This side
Joe powerin a drought
White season
Lord, bring em out, bring em out
See the cherokee chief rain dancing through a drought
Cloud break like shock a con
Set it off my power arm
The little light grow large and don't out at all
Some powerful all
The chronicle sharp
The jet black jedi swall, the sage evolves
Race up in the place, all in your face
She said a slow pace
Made her heart race
Well if you got what it takes
I take what you got
My equaline a mark from I take the shot
The tiebreaker, game winner, bullseye
Small dose of big mos, full time
This is a commitment, ain't it
I doubt if they can make it
Clown tears ran a smear through their painted faces
But I don't use foundation, mascara or conceala
Botox and toxic pealer
I'm come from planet realer
Where the sky is clearer
Ba-ba-ba-da-da
Holiday
Ba-ba-ba-da-da
Let's work it out
Ba-ba-ba-da-da
Holiday
Ba-ba-ba
[Jay Electronica:]
Don't get it confused
This message is for solo artists but I get at crews
We can make the news
I'll be on the low sippin daquiris in baton rogue
Or killing rock the bells with mos and posdnous
It's a small task for jay man
Wack niggas be dead and I be laughin
Sippin out my flask chillin in my ray bans
Imaginary crime boss
With albums full and look at my watch at how much my shine cost
It's time lost
Who shot ya, the black bach blastin over opera
Phantom of the chakras
Jay doppla went from panhandling socks in the bronx to popular
This is just the start of it
The kid intend to split more wigs than british parliament
Catch me on the global warmin tour with jigga and al gore
Performin dear summer, where autumn went
Eternal sunshine
Drum major without a drumline
[Mos Def:]
I spit that, orchesteral,
Medina born exceptional,
Extra Extra Terrestial,
From out the ghetto vestibule.
Put your yard up on knowledge like the lessons do,
So fly fiends can get high off the residue.
So real, and surreal, a pure deal,
Dante flaco, flow handsome, guapo.
The Sun, Moon, and Stars, Grits and The Gospel,
School, I knock harder in the teachin of Apostles.
Pistols, prayer meetings, player balls, car shows,
Festivals, funerals, the grotesque and beautiful.
Phenomenons normal, the needed hardly happens,
Fresh V's at high speeds zoomin backwards,
Fast forward to last moments to flash over,
Trick trappin they clique clack then blast on 'em,
Damn homie it was all good a week ago,
Show 'em the truth but can't make 'em believe it yo...
It's Curtains, the opening scene,
Simpatico, remarkable, the article dream
Wake Up and bear witness to what you never seen,
Reach out and feel what they said would never be...
Me... and J-A-Y-E, electronic motherball,
Shut em off they sucker songs
Fuck em all and the horse they rode in on
You can't trespass the star gate I go in on
Get off
[Jay Electronica:]
I bust through the gates of hell like a batterin ram,
Clappin yelling profanities like Yosemite Sam,
After that, I'm back home scannin the land,
Twenty-three million square miles of contraband.
I know ya feel me, but still hope the opposition kill me,
Cause you don't wanna see god manifest really.
UFOs and cabbage water, Willie the Kid,
You ain't seen one of these in a trillion years.
Abracadabra, I popped out the meat grinder shining,
The elegant art form of rhymings just blinding.
And that's just a regular hat trick,
A trick lock, a ninety gallon tank, yeah I'm back on that shit.
The ark building mad man from hotel deux,
Act two, coming through a dream by you.
Young Slumdog from uptown,
Pocket full of rupees,
I spit that wonderama shit, me & my conglomerates
Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finer shit
Get that type of media coverage Obama get, spit that CurtVana kick
That blow your brain Curt Cobain, that Nirvana shit
Who gon bring the game back?
Who gon spit that Ramo on the train track
The gold rope, that 5-finger ring rap
Running with my same pack, you can find the Christ where the lepers and the lames at
Life is like a dice game, one roll can land you in jail or cutting cake, blowing kisses in the rice rain
Nice whip, nice chain, the closet of skulls
Stench is like slave blood in Providence Hall
Yea!
They built my city on top of a grave, nigga die, nigga get high and watch the parade
Back in the early 90s, 'where they at? where they at?
Get the gat! get the gat! ' was a popular phrase
Bally animals and rugby's was a popular craze
This is vivid memoirs of a obnoxious slave
I pave ways like Matt & Harriet
I blast on Judas Iscariot and peel off in a chariot
Unh!
I'm sitting pretty, spitting flames, gripping grains
Ain't a damn thang changed
They say, "Candyman, Candyman spit me a dream"
Blow a chunk of the levy out and spit me a stream
Knock a man's house down and a build a casin-
A 2000 dollar government check from FEM-
I swam down shit's creek and came up clean
With a new lease on life like Andy Dufresne
It's the most poetical, Nat King 'Unforgettable'
Clearance 13X, Allah's rhapsody from Bellevue
I'm splitting atoms, spitting flames, bringing change
Things will never be the same
I got the rap game singing at last like Etta James
Lames get they plane shot down like John McCain
It's a dream, it's a dream, the flow is elegant like Ms. Coretta Scott King
A lot of kings seen death and turn queen, crack they 24-inch rims in the ravine
Respect the architect, never test the Elohim
[Eternal Sunshine:]
She said she never fell in love with a Superman
Christian, Muslim, 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 nigga wrong, I get tempted by the rewards
That all come along with nigga songs
But what does it mean if I'm a Muslim 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 nigga on
Just Mims, just 50, just Wayne, just Jeezy,
Dem Franchize Boyz, and Jimmy Jones
Fuck that, fuck 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 nigga 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 shit
[Paper Thin:]
The handling of a heart's
A very delicate art
Cause it's paper thin
One irrelevant thought
That started out as a spark
Could be a poisonous dart
That leaves a permanent mark
That's ice cold in the day and burns in the dark
And makes you never wanna see her face again
Tee-hee what a place I'm in
Lead me to the sta-tio-n
A one way ticket, don't look back
One cold tear that frozen crack
A whole lotta pain I'm holdin' back
Sheriff said: "Eff that, roll the sack"
I said: "If my skull was cracked
And blood ran out to the cul-de-sac
That could not match me where I'm at"
My memories flash me there and back
Yup there goes me right there in black
Hold her hand stop starin' back
She starts cryin' I start denying, it's my fault
And I'm aware of that
Man, in hindsight signs be glarin' back
Wheres the map to show you where you're at?
I can hear the crowd yelling
I can smell the tire smoke
I can hear the starter pistol wheres the track
Ring no answer came home late
Jane told dick she had a date
But they was just chillin'
And at that moment the right brain says to the left just kill em
Make the headlines
Make the front page
Wild out in the court house man thrill em
They'll say: "The boy dead wrong but I feel 'I'm"
[Voodoo Man:]
Voodoo man, chicken bone chicken bone
I can make a thunderstorm from a light rain
My ears start ringing
My nose get bloody
I feel a little bit of pressure on my right brain
Intermission transmission
Put me in submission
Glistening trapped in the light prison whistling
The Christ told me come closer to the light man
I went blind woke up in front of a mic stand
Voodoo man, tap dancing in the French Quarter
Walking on water with a scroll in my hand
The blueprints for a disc shaped-like vessel
That was chiseled out of metal off the coast of Japan
Fasting on the top of a mountain I went to Tepoztlán
Saw a shiny object floating out of the ocean
I'm sort of like a postman
You can get the message if you want to understand
From the rap slumber man
Voodoo man, civilize the savage
Criticize the parish
Spreading false doctrine
Terrorize the cleric
For carrying on nonsense
Specialized lies to paralyze the conscience
Voodoo man, chit chatter
Abracadabra, spitting out matter
While I'm shitting out data
Mmm, chew 'em up shitting out rappers
Sipping Pellegrino while I'm giving out matches
Set yourself on fire
Let the wisdom of Elijah
Purify ya take a nigga higher
Sold your soul to the high-est buyer
Now you're on the wire
Talking about two-foot tires
Saying you sell crack
Clapping at cats with macs
But you a liar pants on fire
Same old rugged cross
Different crucified messiah
[FYI:]
While you was blowin' X amount of dollars on a bracelet
The sovereign nation of France was openin' they files
On the UFO phenomenon: I.e. spaceships
It's just the facts, Jack may as well face it
Every rhyme I write the seal get cracked in the chapter of Revelations
An atom get cracked in the blackness of meditation
Mysterious shit, call me Jay Dogon I'm on some serious shit
Scholars wonder why don't he bust
Allah blessed me with a Midas-y touch
Everything I lay the hands turn to Ethiopian gold: shiny and buffed
I got a firm understandin' on the minus and plus
So I ain't got time to argue with a rapper
Bout how he ain't got rhymes
That's fuckin' with mine's
I'm trying to kill Lucifer, so if I have to brake
Cause a rapper in my face
Tellin' me that he the great
You can bet a shiny nickel
I'll blast his motherfuckin' ass way past Jupiter
You couldn't be stupider
Fuckin' with the nuc-u-lear
Mayan, Aztec lion
Asiatic Blackman from Zion
Quetzalcoatl supreme, lettin' off steam
Dimethyltriptamine make a man dream
But y'all would much rather hear me rappin' bout trash
The size of Erykah's ass, blunts and cash
We need savin'
Pigs with the heads of men, spat acid
That lasered my third eye closed, like lasik
A midget in a casket like a baby in a bonnet with a bottle and a basset
Horn playin the theme song from children of the corn
Oh I must be dreamin
A lady in a night gown puffing kush dreamin
Signaled me over "psst you with the waves
I seen you from the catholic church steeple diggin graves,
I got your number sonny,
So ain't no use in fightin yellin or running from me"
I never ran mam
Well then you ain't a clever man sam
Listen, the two faced king from britain and rome
Had a baby in the bush on the grassy knoll
Where the peeled back the orange head peel of a gnome
He said he mc, I know you like killin them
You terrorize the skies for twenty-five milleniums
Now you settin fire to land
You the lion you the savior the messiah the lamb
You need backup he movin on the youth at dawn
Call badu and get tyrone on the megaphone
Tell em I sent you and your codename is megatron
If trouble come use your brain like a telephone
Hell take you to the chocolate city
Where two face and the prince of darkness have they commitee of snakes
Drill em, let the skin peel off the reveal them
Then spray em with them rhymes you like spillin
Hit em up real real good but don't kill em
We only wanna burn em to the point that they willin
To give the location of the blank faced villian
Who split atoms and gives mushrooms to civilians
Hiroshima never recovered
And all the evidence was smothered
Under a thick cloud of rubble
The pope is his brother
The hillsides is his mother
The statue with the torch and still eyes is his lover
Shes a harlet who stood still like time while new york turned scarlet
And the levee monster sucked up new orleans
While they was playin man vs man in afganhistan
With they mind of iran, iraq and sudan
Let em recruit you
He will try to use his powers to seduce you
Just let him think that the feelin is mutual
Cause if he finds out that you already knew
The atom had a positive a negative and a neutral
Hell probably salute you
Then wait til you turn your back like a coward and shoot you
Man this is shit is crucial,
You from the thirrd ward right,
Very treacherous,
I really wanna take ya home
Make ya feel sooo good
So why you sittin there all alone
When ya look sooo good
Don't you play hard to get with me (no no no no)
And throw yo games baby soon you'll see
Hey we gotta play some hard to get
Hey miss lady it's uptown slim
Him, who be hangin on the corner with them
Nevertheless
You lookin good in the anthropology dress
I might say yes but, you gotta realize you fuckin with the best
Boo I'm never ever stressed man
Everywhere I rest, I get treated like a king, I'm the sire here,
You can see it in the stars the messiahs here
You can read it in them cards, the fires here
Now, what's your name,
So I can tell you who you are and why you came
That feel good don't it
I can do ya real good put the hood on it
Now take that home and blow a bag a good on it
Google my name then e me in the morning
I'm jay electronica the black adam
Settin shit on fire like a cracked atom
Get at em (feel me)
Inventory let's see hmmmm
Pretty skin pretty eyes
Itty bitty waist pretty face pretty thighs
I can take you to space and it's ok if you heart rate start racin the stakes is pretty high
I normally don't chase but hey, it's really nice
To come out of the castle every once or twice, yeah
To have a shake and a roll of the dice gyeah
Deuce fever (uh), still got it
I control the dance floor slow is just logic
You fuckin with a pro-fession-al it's obvious
Tell me what you do for your skin it's gorgeous
Pretty mannequin in the gucci dress moblin
I'm a soveirgn with lamp hattins in manhattan
Lookin for a queen to get involved with
If it ain't broke then don't bother it
Call it what you wanna call it just don't stall it
[Jay Electronica:]
I banged a lot of shakers
And no I don't spit scratch raps just know that my hands exchanged a lot of paper
I lived a lifetime for most of 'ya'll by twenty-one
Same Spades game, different player man plenty come (plenty go)
Twenty-four inch gleamers on the Benz
Might thicken up your friends
Thicken up your hens
Make you feel like Charles Dickens dippin' with your pen
But you can see like Stevie do by looking at your kin
Family tell a story
Neglect the ones you love the most
Scramblin' for your glory
Looking like Robert Horry
Trying to hit that clutch three with seconds on the clock
Viewing things rather poorly
Those that were before me
Tried to school me well but the wisdom only bored me
I never lost yet but if I did it would be sorely
Therefore I implore thee
Never come before thee
Champion of men
The beginning and the end
[Che Grand:]
Whether enemy or friend above the rim like Leon
My blood color neon, my soul age eons
My first name will be on the Nobel list
For now I'll settle for a Grammy on a track like this
Learn it, I used to rap with the Kool G lisp
Citizenship is British red snapper cook the fish
After grub we hit the club and walk away with medallions
Came a long way but fuck it homey we back again
Whatever when I made it through the worst of 'em
I can dodge drops in the hurricane the rain never touches 'em
You got guts running through your veins get freedom to spook
The set by the door you ain't even seen 'em
Cleaning guns in the back serial numbers they key 'em
They want half I only need ten for my per diem
And you don't need no fucking wristband to come and meet 'em
She said "Jay I'm yours,
I've been screamin for the past 3 days, I'm hoarse! "
She was spinnin like she ain't never seen waves before,
So I gave her a boat, and an oar, and a star to ride,
Safely to the shore.
She said she never believed in Moses and Lore,
Unless I showed her. So I showed her,
Gave it right to her like I owed her,
That's when I changed from Shrek the Ogre into Master Yoda,
She said "Oh I, can't believe it, it's a miracle! "
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a spherical object,
Hovering hi-tech right out the projects,
He can move mountains without flexin his bi-cepts.
He speak a strange dialect,
I start droppin jewelry,
Her eyes went googly, she went home and Google'd me.
MySpace, Friend Requested and YouTubed me.
A hundred thousand views of me,
Buildin me a castle on the backs of wack rappers out here, spittin that foolery.
She logged onto G-Mail, clicked Compose and said,
"I don't do this usually,
Nas said Hip-Hop is dead and what these other niggas spittin is just Eulogy.
You represent the truth in me, true,
Cats is nice but I ain't seen the god since Hova spit that baby blue to me.
Truely yours, don't let me down like Lennon,
The greatest paid they sacrifices in they early beginnins.
P.S. LL Rocked the Bell, now it's yo time,
Your train's runnin off schedule, LOL Showtime.
I hear your name ringin, I feel the game changin,
Niggas know, every rhyme you spit,
Is like Rakim in his flags,
Spittin flames with his chain danglin.
Barack Obama with his dame way out in Maine wranglin.
The game'll swallow you if you ain't strong enough to make it follow you.
I'd pack my bags and head home if I was you."
So salute to the most honorable,
MC, Abombinable,
Girlfriend, I don't know what you did to me
But it sure feel like something good for me
Stay on my mind all day and all night
I'm seriously contemplatin on makin you wife
Yup, I'm twenty-seven girl I need to settle down now
I don't need to be up in the club chasin the brown round
You don't need to to be up the streets chasin these clowns down
Let's say we catch a matinee today, downtown
So I can tell you bout this dream I had lately
The one on the house on the hill and a baby
The picket white fence, in a field full of daisies
The amg kit on the silv-er mercedes
Would it hurt you to try me, huh mami
Every good man got a good woman behind him
And every superhero got a good woman beside him
Girl stop playin... I wanna hold your hand
Look chocolate,
Lately I been feelin awkward
Finally found someone to talk with
Walk through the park with
I'm on some joan of ark shit
I need a rider with me
Sometimes I sit and wonder why you even bother with me
Look shawn
Looked in your eyes and seen dawn
Dewdrops on the leaves in the lawn
I breathe calmly
Read qu ran see
Silver sixty
Love heals all past wounds you assist me
You with me
The butterflies came to get me
Cupid cocked back the four pound, squeezed one of the shot hit me
North of the kidney, and now I'm head over...
[Mr. Porter:]
The games about to get hot,
Ayo doc, you better tell them other producer niggas that they bet' not drop, boy
Cause mr. porter ain't playing
What the fuck is you saying
I'll fuck over you mans
When my crew get to bringing some guns and start the spraying
Have the whole club bowing like some muslims praying
Boy, this niggas mad cause I fucked his toots
I got a way with hoes my dicks long as yao ming foot, nope
Nope nope nah nigga your shits invalid
I'm bout money you take some bitches like jimmy fallon
Well I'm the type to get em fucked up, drunk and wilin
All crunk in the g-5 smilin that's how I (get em, get em)
See if you want that hoe back
You ain't close to no pimp you should focus on rap
I got bars big as coconuts nigga in fact
I keep a nine and a extra clip next to my sack
[Guilty Simpson:]
I don't give a damn my nigga
Peep me out I got a bomb ass gun and a landmine trigger
Posted at the bar where I slam my liquor
Ya'll ants to me, like grandma sisters
You little insect fucksll get crushed
No rap clique exists it's just us
Saw you little fags
Posing in the pages of the rap mags
And I am the black flag
Spraying ya'll chumps to death I'm that bad
And I don't even speak to cats I'm that mad
So if I was on some brand new shit
So what you little coward niggas won't do shit
Approach with caution, your mans got issues
And I'm a great shot the heat, will not miss you
If we got problems I will not diss you
I'm a sick the dogs on ya'll to come get you
[Jay Electronica:]
Six minutes jay elect your on
I transform
And blast on a nigga like megatron
I got the power
I'm on fire like the west wing of the pentagon and the north tower
I'll break yo ass off proper
The resident doctors givin out one way tickets to ask biggie smalls who shot ya
These fuck niggas ain't real like snufalufagus
That's why when they bumpin they gums we let the muskets buss
You don't believe me, ask em
We smack rappers in they face spit on they cakes and blast em
Yeah, get nervous now
I'm a fuckin animal with the verbs and nouns
I'm a fuckin cannibal in the herd of clowns
You niggas look like heaps of steaks and burger mounds
When my ears start ringin, and them voices say hit em,
As the tears welled up in my eyes
My mama said "son what happened? "
Sometimes I can't breathe cause it's so much crap man
I called on god but he don't call back and
Fight to stay sane while the devils laughin
Last night I was across the tracks
With freddy and black teddy just playin a crap game
Smokin on stank
Sippin on drank
When brian came flyin up the block like batman
*pant pant* minnie got killed!
His wig got peeled in the callio
By some tenth ward niggas that we barley know!
I said hold up, whoa whoa whoa whoa
You must be joking but he wasn't laughin
Freddy passed out in the the grass and that's when
His mother came outside and said "wheres minnie? "
I looked down at the ground " I don't know where hes at maam"
Lump in my throat I just lost my best friend
Conneticuit minnie with the easy coast accent
Top it all of, my older cousin mookie got caught
With some yellow capped barrels of crack man
It's time for me to leave home ma that's that man
It ain't much left here to see for a black man
I'm a spread my wings pursue this rap thing
Kiss my baby sister tell her I'll be back
I'm on I-10 east bound to manhattan
Nyc yes sir that's rap land
A one way ticket, a trunk of clothes
I spent my last 25 cent on pac man
Mister bus drive set me free
Upgrade to defcon 4
It's war with the dragon
10, 000 zealots packed tight in a wagon
Aiming for the head of the beast with horns
Queens night to c3
Son the beef is on
When I was a young buck
My mom tried to school me
Son I'm a angel but the devil want to rule me
Hidin in the bush trying to swallow my seed
Have patience
Move cunning
Never wallow and greed
Yes ma'm when I make a big man
I wage war
Settle the score
Revenge all the fathers of your
Got my mic in my one hand
The sword in the other
Jay electronica
The lord of the thunder
It's drama in the wilderness
I'm molding away
3000 by 2000 square miles of clay
Babylon baby long gone to dye or set
From the uk to usa
My def threat
Reign supreme
I leave cracked atom and found creme
A law tablein over coffee and cream
These yellow wack rappers took tale and flee swiftly
Many men want to take my life like fifty
But I push through the threshold
And press to the death
Step by step by hill through bass and treble cleft
It's war with the dragon
Man up and react
As I launch this nuclear attack on wacks/wax
Have you ever ever ever been depressed so bad
It was a struggle every day not to regret your past
Feeling cursed like you never ever get your swag
And you be speeding down the highway when your threshold pass
When you cried all your tears out
And one page of your diary can tell you what your year bout
That's a lonely place
My mama said son why such a lonely face
Because the pressures (depression) on me
Plus I feel like bill murray trapped in Punxsutawney
Dr phil told me that I can sell crack or hit the army
Look at where we live at
Tell me you don't hear that
Tell me you don't feel that
Show me to the way out
Tell me when pastor raphael gon' reveal that
If not man I'm outta here
I'm just a sleep walking robot that's outta gear
I stick my nose out the water to the sky for air
Lama sabachthani (translates to 'why have you forsaken me')
Trying to see light but the devil trying to blind me
The grim reaper walking with a shovel right behind me
Trying to introduce me to the untimely unkindly
Walk the line finely like johnny cash
But I keep getting visits from the ghost of the past
At nighttime all I do is pray and cry homie
Cause everytime I call home somebody dying on me
And every time I look around somebody lying on me
Mr cheney mr ridge steady spyin on me
I got one foot in the grave one foot in the gutter
One foot on the camera lens one foot on the shutter
I'm trying to stop time so I can breathe, man I'm grindin
Play record low pause fast forward rewindin
The truth is the light, but absolutely blindin
And niggas feel the pain on they brain when you remind them
About them project wars that we confined in
About them six by eight cells we linin
Bricks on consignment
A nigga lost his iron and club behind the diamond
The cops hit him with a club
He swung back they hit him with a slug
Then the judge hit him with a dub
His baby mama threw up
The saga continues...
I was born to clash with the fake
Harassin with jake
Lay real low in the grass with the snakes
Torment em with the fire when they raise they head
And I'm sorta just like elijah cause I raise they dead
After the stink and rot for days in the grave that I rose from
Deport the dead part of the game then the flows come
Flood the industry with three quarters of life
I'm takin this world of sa-tan to war with a mic
Please god back me as I swing the sword of the christ
Wavy hair fiery eyes,
Not entirely wise
Provoking these devils go to war with they squad
After war show em to the after party with god
I stroll the blocks with a dope man bop
I'm high caliber
My team shine supreme we gleam on you amateurs
I stay big sportin fedoras
Charcoal braid tweed sport coat jeans and diadoras
Ya'll niggas ain't really really ready for muhammad because I'm hungry
Grimey and grungy
I want ya mind fuck the money
Don't get me wrong, I want cream and all that
But if that's your only objective in rap you all wack
I make the untrue niggas head sweat like skull caps
Hall back launchin a bolo makin they skull crack
Singin them dull raps
Like that was hot shit
Shit, I was sayin that back in the 80s
When niggas was rockin emblems off the back of mercedes
On rope chains
Back when niggas thought of cookin rocks outta cocaine
I was hot then, a little poor nigga spittin the vicious
Flavor delicious poetic swift shit
I regulate in the ring like P. whitaker
One rhyme get rid a ya
I won't even consider ya
For battle
You schools on speed I'm full throttle
Used to be in clubs tossing chairs and cracked bottles
Ruckus and ra ra, made my rhymes my dekea
Livin leyenda, numer un contenda
Never let a day slip by without agenda
That's just a little due from farrakhan to remember
So ke capasa,
Representanto for el rasa
Niggas wanna step but they legs too short to salsa
You got courage I'll blast it out ya
Seriously doubt chya
Spit til ya blueprint is ripped, then re-route chya
It's Jay Renaissance Man, On the Red Eye from France,
Passers by say the meteoric rise was happenstance,
But everything is illuminated in retrospect,
So I expect respect from the less introspect-
-ful on the next go, now let's go.
Jay Quezo, niggas need a manifesto,
Came in the game like presto,
Unsigned hype, the five mics,
Emcees is blinded by the light.
Blinded by the right, right hook off the jab,
Dip, I'm swift with the lyrical gift.
Niggas is stiff, I'm fluid.
That's how I pillage through the game like the druids,
Now everybody and they mama askin around who is,
Jay Electrotherapy, niggas in shock,
I'm a workhorse, sending rappers into the workforce.
It's the Chitown, New Orleans regime sprrrrrrrrat,
Don't get it confused
This message is for solo artists but I get at crews
We can make the news
I'll be on the low sippin daquiris in baton rogue
Or killing rock the bells with nas in pasanews
It's a small task for jay man
Wack niggas be dead and I be laughin
Sippin out my flask chillin in my ray bans
Imaginary crime boss
With albums full and look at my watch at how much my shine cost,
It's time lost
Who shot ya, the black bach blastin over opera
Phantom of the chakras
Jay doppla went from panhandling socks in box
To popular
This is just the start of it,
The kid intend to split more wigs than british parliament
Catch me on the global warmin tour with jigga and al gore
Performin dear summer, where autumn went
Eternal sunshine
Drum major without a drumlime
I'll be in the D screamin kick rocks to one time
When they say license and registration
I'm yellin reparations
Quote em from revelations
Then I peel off in they faces
Young black and arrogant with no id
The most extravagant
They should build me a statue on grambling campus
With a manuscript, that say he got at the best of them
Shot at the rest of them
Ain't no contesting em
You look pretty today baby what you smiling at this time,
You got a nigga hooked like salmon on the fishline.
Smell like baby powder, strawberries, and cream,
The candy man from New Orleans would like to dip you in the stream.
Your rear view is panoramic,
Let me hold your hand take you to my planet,
Throw on some Atlantic,
Star, sippin on some glasses.
Sit back relax watch time roll past ya,
Now you caught up in the rapture.
Better check the NASA, I'm out of this world,
My dissertations be stumbling blocks with scholars at Yale.
I had a double shot of Jack Daniels, no rocks with lemon,
She said she could'nttrust me cause I know lots of women,
Plus you might be too much with your alpha male syndrome,
Girl you something else with your carmel skintone.
That Gucci got you feelin extra sassy,
That Alexander McQueen is classy,
How the hell you get pass me?
Well... I guess that's yesterdays mixup,
Now blast that Carter III real loud and twist the shit up.
We broke bread, she let me taste her lips just a lickle bit,
You the type of nigga I imagine huffin nickels with,
You the type of bigoting they pattering the scriptures with.
Jay the most treacherous set banger,
Electric neck wrangler,
[Winston Churchill]
Centuries ago words were written to be a call and a spur to the faithful servants of Truth and Justice: Arm yourselves, and be ye men of valor, and be in readiness for the conflict; for it is better for us to perish in battle than to look upon the outrage of our nation and our altar. As the Will of God is in Heaven, even so let it be.
[Verse 1: Jay Electronica]
You know the story, when real see real, we recognize
When you see the steel flash, you petrified
Steve Jobs seen death after just retiring
Takes vision to build, God bless the dead
That's Mac, that's Pac, that's Pun, that's Big
Shit, niggas know the sunshine eternal
These days a lot of niggas is wack
All I hear is who gonna bring new york back
The south is this the south is that
Slinging crack in the white tee in the trap
Sippin patron and yak
Ringo hit me up on the jack
And said man spit that spat
And leave that chicken scratch for frick and frack
Guru told me slow up the flow
Cause science and metaphors will slow up the dough so here we go Gs up hoes down
If rap was like blacks in the sixties, I'm a white cop in riot gear ready to hose down
Memo to all I'm settin you hoes down
I'll spray a sick round on any sick clown who wanna get down
From nueve york to chit-own
Comprende, wack rappers bow when they in the presence of the sensei
The flow is, muy caliente
Jaydolf spitler, rap hitler
One man militia
Burnin niggas live with the scripture
The sound waves shake the dead in they graves
Pro toolsll import the session from the richter
No wonder I'm the victor
If a thousand words is equivalent to a picture
Then welcome to the cinema
Shot of wheat grass in the enema
Be easy, you ain't really ready for war
With a bunch a live wire niggas ready for war
So be easy you ain't really ready for war
With a bunch of live wire niggas ready for war
When the drama get to poppin well be at your door
We can take it to a world you never seen before
Talk slick get your ass whipped down to the floor
Be easy my nigga be easy...
Off top I bring the hot hot shit
That toxic
You know how I spit
That revolutionary pac shit
Some times I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
Sometimes I tell a hater to get off my dick
My flow is mega sick
Ya flow is delicate
Big cars big guns the bling the rhetoric
Call me jay boogie
Microphone under my hoodie
You cornball rappers could'ntdo nothing to me
Ultramagnetic flowetic rhyme poetic grind daily
Divine mind kinetic I shine blind with the light of the macmilli
Seventy six trillion years I'm still here, honey you motherfuckers could'ntmatch me
From new york to cakalacky, california to tallahasee, I terrorize a wack MC
I be wilin on you
I be stylin on you
I'm wagin war with the devil
The asiatic rebel is back swing
Pawn to e-6 move swift but cunning
Keep my knights on flank and my bishops gunning
My BL queen she hold me down lovely
The gravitational pulls too strong for you to budge me
It's a lyrical miracle
Pound for pound syllable for syllable
I'm the unfuckwitable
Eighty percent of my life I was subject to ridicule
But it was the fuel that helped me to reach the pinnacle
The flows like snowman I'm abominable
This war has scarred me but the damage was minimal
Paid dues
Slaid crews
Did my sheriff dirt but never made news
The god stay smooth
Made moves like Kasparov
My sins like snake skins homie I cast em off
Meet the elite throne crusher, the god fearin zone rusher
Perform under pressure,
Nobodys fresher
The soul stepper
Most of you lames never heard of me,
I'm the third ward born phenomenon don won sportin the burberry
Dippin in the flashiest car,
In the mic booth spittin the ras wa
The blase blah
Blase splee
You might find me in the D
Gettin grimey with the D-A-M- to the E
Mr porter in the lak
Black pearl in the back
Run your nab pack the loud gats that say sprrrraaat
Where yo mans at now pa?
He ain't around and he never show his face when it's time for style war
I'm gettin busy with the one two stick em
Let the rhythm hit em
Sound like a prism nigga who is em
Jay electronica lord of the rings
Baptising ya'll with fire water slaughterin kings
From seven mile to magnolia we crack soldiers
Somebody shoulda told ya
Don't get it confused
This message is for solo artists but I get at crews
We can make the news
I'll be on the low sippin daquiris in baton rogue
Or killing rock the bells with nas in pasanews
It's a small task for jay man
Wack niggas be dead and I be laughin
Sippin out my flask chillin in my ray bans
Imaginary crime boss
With albums full and look at my watch at how much my shine cost,
It's time lost
Who shot ya, the black bach blastin over opera
Phantom of the chakras
Jay doppla went from panhandling socks in box
To popular
This is just the start of it,
The kid intend to split more wigs than british parliament
Catch me on the global warmin tour with jigga and al gore
Performin dear summer, where autumn went
Eternal sunshine
Drum major without a drumlime
I'll be in the D screamin kick rocks to one time
When they say license and registration
I'm yellin reparations
Quote em from revelations
Then I peel off in they faces
Young black and arrogant with no id
The most extravagant
They should build me a statue on grambling campus
With a manuscript, that say he got at the best of them
Shot at the rest of them
Ain't no contesting em
Look at this bitch smilin in a nigga face I hate her
I can drill a hole at the earths equator
Fill it with dynamite and make another moon a craters
See ya later
She ain't know, that innocent shit with obi-wan behind the jedi back
Can turn anakin to vader
Shit your lack of faith in the force is disturbing
And if it wasn't jack daniels and parliament lights it woulda been murder
My eyes is red like ketchup
Tired of playin catch up
Laying on the floor starin at the dresser
Got on my knees and prayed til they bleed
Dear god, I'm a sick motherfucker
I even fool myself, I'm a slick motherfucker
I'm sick of the scandalous livin
I don't think even I'm equipped for a higher standard of livin
But if you give him one more chance and forgive him
Hell push that negative gene into oblivion
Heres what I'll do
Put you in this basket
And float you down to mississippi
Twenty miles from the bayou
Heres grace heres sty-le
Have faith cause I'm a try you
My mama introduced me to the scripture
The channel four news introduced me to the shit that produced hitler
I was a young lad, three stooges superman batman and riddler
Moonwalk, windmill, freeze for the picture
My grandma taught me courage
She told me never let the grizzly bears eat your porridge
Or you'll just be a carcuss dying slowly in the forest
I could never thank her for it
But I can slay a devil when I see one
Steady practice mastery of self so not to be one
Life is like a rerun
Season after season
Bums on the train bums (bombs) from the plane
Of disgruntled citizen being trialed for treason...
I overheard niggas saying jay was on the verge
He could make rumsfeld resign with rhymes he never heard
Immune with the birds
And can manipulate matter with the usage of words
Throwin dice on the curb
And I'm best and freshest with the writtien text fuck what ya heard
It's the metaphysical, dolby digital
Any Joe'll tell you the flows so pivotal
Every words literal
Each diatribe is sort of like an interview,
Come get a interview
Right past the man in the myth to the mineral
I was born uptown a mile from the riverview
Look, I'm a simple man ya understand
Masterin my temple man trying to expand
But when they think you simple man
Theyll try to play you out like you a simpleton
See what I'm saying
Niggas want pain not mercy
I'm writtin in my moleskin on the train to canarsie
Stand clear of the closin doors
The peo-ple are in constant fear of trojan war
The vehicle as opposed to is free is just a whore
I gotta call em like a see em
Even it it means theyll sancture my per diem
The angels will thank me in the streets if see em
Saying there he go but I wouldn't wanna be him
Holdin up a three and reppin for new orleans
I never got shook up by talks of Illuminati
I'm from where niggas talk that talk
Then walk around the streets all day
Carrying heat like the human body
Stress – we mastered that
Death – we laugh at that
You niggas sweeter than the cog-ni-ac
I never sleep and when my eyes is closed
I'm in the deep battle for sheep. I'm an insomniac.
And when it comes to the rhymes, a hypochondriac
The flow so sickly, splash a hot round on me
Peel off quickly. luckily,
Now one of you niggas could fuck with me
I'll hit you with a plus degree
Mind detect mind, plus mind detect matter
With that I say peace to the g.o.'s
And all my niggas locked away in cages, giving shit to the c.o.'s
Doing long stretches on the track
Cause they fell into the trap of the Neo's
The Farrakhan of rap, giving dap to the people
Busting shots out the eagle
With the arrows in it's talon, sneaking shots when you peep through your peephole
Spit the abracadabra, manipulate matter with a black magic created to eradicate evil
So if they call me a rapper, okay yeah I can dig it
But if they bring me before the congress, then I can kick it
I send the devil to hell every time that I get wicked
I get to ayosorabasura yeah I get lifted
One for money, two for the pussy and fame
Three hundred'll go to the court to change my name
Like cassius. the past just show me lessons.
Stay on my grind and pray that time will show me blessings
Was my own model. I'm from the magnolia projects
Where dice rollers and heroin addicts is role models
So I had no choice but to kick it to full throttle.
My nigga's in Philly'll probably tell you – the boy's thorough
Now, either you with me or you with me
Cause even if you against me, running with my enemies
They ain't nothing but mini-me's
That I created long, long ago
And they only want to cut off
My lineage like the kennedys
That being the case,
You should be aware I blast many a face
And left niggas displaced like Katrina did
And gave them very little with nothing like FEMA did
And I ain't never seen a bid
Well, there was one time when me and ali tussled with one-time
For claiming our sovereignty as a nation and bloodline
You niggas should give a standing ovation
To the mc who stands in the face of satan
[Verse 1: Jay Electronica]
I can't sleep at night, I toss and turn
Visions of my dead father, hoppin' out the urn
King James, Sigmund Freud, Mussolini, Nietzsche
If they miss me on the CD, they gonna get me through the TV
I'm sleeping and I'm dreaming, walking through the city streets
Hoping they don't see me, who?
Him right there with hands like a tiger, eyeballs of fire
Teeth like barbwire, feet like tires
He opened up his mouth and then out came the locusts
Real hocus pocus trying to make me lose focus
I can't wake up plus I couldn't run fast enough to make it to the truck
So I yell... but no sound came out
Teacher held me down, while the jackals ate my brain out
Then I woke (phew) close call
Stumbled to the bathroom, pissed all over the wall
Twisted up a nug, sippin' on Jack Daniels, watching True Blood
Sookie was gonna getta smashed by Eric and Bill
And out the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a few
The power went dead and on the beam of light
A ship carried me away at the speed of light
I said: please don't drop me, I'm scared to fall
Just another close call, the writing on the wall
[Hook: Jay Electronica]
Am I conscious or dreaming
Peep or Tom Hanks, Angels and Demons
Dear Lord if I die tonight
Then I'm looking for revenge
Once I step into the light
[Repeat]
[Verse 2: Jay Electronica]
Fuck you Times Square, I'm losing my mind
Ice on my nutsack, trying to freeze time
Starbucks, Adderall, Nodoz, Hobos
The late Richard Simmons and a couple of limes
Blame Netflix, cousin of death was on the guestlist
Robots and Goldwatchers all over the setlist
Yes sir, Decon kills rats
I'm running with my wolf pack like Wolfman Jack
Crop circles under my eyes
Am I coming or am I going on this mushroom high
I can't lie, feel good to be me
Feel good to be free, feel good to be in 3D on MTV
Knock, knock, who is there?
Pop, slip down the rabbit hole
Back to another unending match of Scattergories (Uhh)
Yeah, this is another Sol Messiah production
You are now tuned in to the sounds of Jay Electronica
Man this is some beautiful weather we having this year right
This is grown folk music right here
It ain't been this cool in a couple of summers
It's Friday night, in the club and I'm feelin' a vibe
I'm sharp as a tack I'm black and I'm feelin' alive
Senoritas on the floor three-quarters naked
The deejay was bangin' that "We gon' make it"
Ok, I can deal with this
All the ladies starting screamin' "Where my real niggas"
I seen Dave by the bar gettin' gin in a cup
I said "Dave, where's Bum[? ]? "
"Man he still in the truck"
Stink pink gators
My Detroit players
Chillin' in the circle
Errol Flynnin' it up
Yup, now it's off to V-I-P
The waitresses be grinnin' when they see Ali
Two dimes walked up
"Can we sit with 'ya'll"
I said "I don't know ma, lemme see I-D"
Cause the truth is she really wanna take me to the telly
Put my dick in her belly
Then play me like R.Kelly
But I can't go for that
I'm on a mission
I can't put myself in that compromising position
So um, we can chill relax for a minute
Maybe a pat on the back or some dap when I'm finished
Now, I right back to the two-step
Two in the morning and I ain't even loose yet (I ain't even loose yet... haha)
Hey deejay play my song
Rock that shit all night long
This party won't stop
This party won't quit
This party's on hit nigga
We came to rock we came to step
We came to shut this bitch down
Keep talking that shit
Keep poppin' that shit
Get knocked the fuck out
We can get it crackin' any minute right now man I'm ready for war
On the dancefloor two-steppin' like Sigma Beta
With them down south head 'bussas knocking out a hater
I mastered the dark side of the force like Darth Vader
Now, lean back like Fat Joey Crack
Jay Elect got the flow to make your booty go clap
I'm a Third Ward soldier I told you playa'
See the U-P-T and the clothes I we-ar
Out in that lower ninth ward the walk with a bop
Never caught without a glock or a sock full of rocks
Shoutout to Big Reem on this twenty-four-seven hustle to stack the green
Man, niggas got plans and dreams
Cash rules everything around me, cream
Get the money
Haters wanna see me stay bummy
But you can't change my cards or take nothing from me
Police comin' (what)
Fireman comin' (what)
Niggas wilin' out in the club we stay dumbin'
Niggas stylin' out in the club now say somethin'
Man, I'm ready to wile out
The game just started I'm ready to foul out
'Ya'll better hope we gracefully bow out
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