Jay Electronica Album

Neo (The Matrix) : "I know you're out there, I can feel you now.
I know that you're afraid, you're afraid of us,
you're afraid of change. I don't know the future, I didn't come here to tell
you how this is going to end, I came here, to tell you how it's going to begin.
I'm going to hang up this phone, and then I'm going to show these people what you
don't want them to see. I'm going to show them a world...without you, a world without
rules and controls without borders or boundaries. A world...where anything is possible.
Where we go from there...is a choice I leave to you."

*Background = Marvin Gaye "God is Love" sample*

Jay Electronica :
Ladies and gentlemen, you are now tuned into the sounds of Jay Electronica
Please remove all coins chains keys and foreign objects from your pockets
We gonna have a good time tonight
Yeah....here we go...

Everybody told me to be patient
But who was sleepin from couch to couch and basement to basement
But Jay man
Satan trying 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 "Yeah thats tight my nigga"
"You reppin' that dirty south dog? Alright my nigga"
But they wouldnt 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 fall's 'bout to put a period on the summer
But back to the point
They wanna see me fucked up, kicks scuffed up
Laying 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 gon' exist when Bill Cosby's dead
And I don't think the revelation from the supreme beings
Residing or hiding out in Bill Cosby's head
This just the thoughts of a soldier
And if you don't like it play dead and roll over the game is so over
The reign is so over

Tone :
So over
And they call him Jay
Electronica
What you say
I'll monitor
I'm just so high
Off this guy
He's so hot
He's so hot

Jay Electronica :
Yeah
Jay Electronica is now in the building
I dedicate this to all you wack motherfuckers rappin' go get a job

Jay Electrolysis probing the globe like a geologist
Puttin' all of you pussies on display like gynecologists
Listen, I'm on a mission
Most of you niggas just spittin'
The wise comprehend the diction hypnotized with the rhythm
Lyrical circumcision toss the shmuck in the fire
Yeah 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 raining fire on you lame suckers
My tongue is the burner the barrel the biscuit don't make me buck it sprat
I'm outta that mac I came into rap carrying the south on my back
And I'm ready to scriddap
It ain't where you from son it's where you live at
I'll 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'

Yeah yeah uhh uhh
Fuck a hook
Yeah, things will never be the same after this one

Every page of my poetry's like a round from the clip
The mic is always in my holster right on top of my hip
Niggas get flipped
When the hollow-tips spit at they melons
You niggas is Missy Misdemeanor my niggas is felons holla'
Me and Big Dame Lord of the Rings the Twin 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 emcees
Get 'em open with ease
Then pick 'em off like fleas nigga please
You ain't go no ends in me casa
Que pasa
My flow'll fuckin' swolle 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
Nobody's nicer
I'm cold as the North Pole nobody's 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' u-p-t what is you sayin'

Yeah what is you sayin'
Ali, Sadiq we 'bout to spit fire on these motherfuckers for one thousand two hundred and sixty days

I'm trapped in the game like Pacmayne chasing 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' that 'Me
and my Glock' song, zone in,
Like Robert De Niro 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 life's my battleground
Salahuddin Abdul Fard Muhammad
To come up by night ridin' Elijah the Comet (uh)
I cave chest in the brave chessman
Masterin' one twenty lessons is my profession
So get to steppin'
Or catch lead (Led) like Zeppelin
These rap cats look real but they really not like wrestlin'
Check the solar commander
I'm light years off of the scanner
Satellite dishes and cameras a bad mamma jamma
The most thorough examiner
My microphone is seven thousand nine hundred 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"
What you sayin'

Yeah, yeah
To all you thug motherfuckers
You ain't a thug
All you Pac imitators
You ain't doing what Pac is doing
Pac was trying to start the motherfucking revolution
You niggas is cowards
We soldiers for God, we soldiers for Christ
Fall in or lay down
Fuck out of here
Either you with Satan or you with God
Nigga that's it
Choose or die nigga
Jay Electronica
Miguel el Chavarria
Cornell Whitaker, haha
Yeah...Dilla
God, haha
Cornball ass niggas...

Sample : "*Annabel Clarke* has learned to live life better,
in the rest of the town she is called a trend setter, she takes a walk
twice a day, and gives a fashion display....*Annabel Clarke* has learned to live
life better....."

Sample : "*On and on...never done before, I need a break 'yall, I can't take this....
I feel locked up and I wanna escape and I wanna escape and I wanna escape... *echo*"

Jay Electronica :
These days a lot of niggas is wack
All I hear is who gon' bring New York back
The South is this The South is that
Slinging crack in a white tee in the trap, sippin' Patron and 'Gnac
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 to slow up the flow
'Cause science and metaphors will slow up the dough so
Here we go G's 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-town
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 Tools'll 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
A shot of wheat grass in the enema (Straight up)
Who wanna style war with the emperor?

Sample : "Come on everybody lets rock the place...let's rock the place"

Narrator : "Once, thirty five years ago...Cheney had worked for Rumsfeld,
It began in the Nixon Administration, when Rumsfeld was looking for a staff aid..."

Frank Carlucci : "One day, Don called me and said
'There's a...young intern on the hill named Dick Cheney, Frank, uh,
I'm thinking of hiring him I'd like you to interview him and see what you think.'
So I interviewed uh Dick and called Don and said
'I think this guy's pretty good you outta hire him.'"

Narrator : "They would be closely linked...for more than three decades."

Jay Electronica :
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 screamin'
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 ma'am
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 they peeled back the orange head peel of a gnome
He said he emcee, I know you like killin' them
You terrorized 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
He'll take you to the Chocolate City
Where Two Face and the prince of darkness have they committee of snakes
Drill 'em, let the skin peel off to reveal 'em
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 villain
Who split atoms and give 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 steel eyes is his lover
She's a harlot, who stood still like time while New York turned scarlet
And the levee monster sucked up New Orleans
While they was playin' man verse man in Afghanistan
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 found out that you already knew
The atom had a positive a negative and a neutral
He'll probably salute you
Then wait 'til you turn your back like a coward and shoot you
Man this shit is crucial...

Yea, you from the Third Ward right,
Very treacherous,
A place where they kidnap assassins and bury specialists

John F. Kennedy : "*This administration has failed to recognize, has failed to recognize,
that in these changing times with a revolution of rising expectation sweeping the globe,
the United States has lost it's image as a new, strong, vital, revolutionary society."

Kase (New York City graffiti artist, quote from 1984 documentary film "Style Wars") : "*Shoot I got styles already that's more complex that nobody know about, I mean super duty
tough work huhuh, see this is just semi-like what I would call it, but if I really get into it and
start camouflaging it...I don't think you'd even be able to read it."

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
Your flow is delicate
Big cars big guns the bling the rhetoric
Call me Jay Boogie
Microphone under my hoody
You cornball rappers couldn't do nothing to me
Ultra-magnetic flowetic rhyme poetic grind daily
Divine mind kinetic I shine blind with the light of the macli
Seventy six trillion years I'm still here, honey you motherfuckers couldn't match me
From New York to Cackalacky, California to Tallahassee, I terrorize a wack emcee
I be wilin' on you
I be stylin' on you
I'm wagin' war with the devil
The Asiatic rebel is back swing

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

Pawn to e-six move swift but cunning
Keep my knights on flank and my bishops gunning
My B-L 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 unfuckwithable
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
Slayed crews
Did my sheriff dirt but never made news
The god stay smooth
Made moves like Kasparov
My sins like snake skins homey I cast 'em off
Meet the elite throne crusher, the god fearin' zone rusher
Perform under pressure,
Nobody's fresher
The soul stepper

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

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' grimy 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 your mans at now pa?
He ain't around and he never show his face when it's time for the Style War
I'm gettin' busy with the one two stick 'em
Let the rhythm hit 'em
Sound like a prism nigga who is 'im
Jay Electronica, Lord of the Rings
Baptizing 'yall with fire water slaughtering kings
From Seven Mile to Magnolia we crack soldiers
Somebody shoulda' told ya'
The rap game is over

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

Whose world is this? (Uh, the world is yours, the world is yours)

Sample : "Oh, you can't get out backwards....gotta go forwards to go back..."
Sample : "Hey the room is getting smaller!" "No it's not, he's getting bigger!"

They threw rose pedals at the feet of the Christ when I entered the center
Mofucker' 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 verse Heat floor seats you know the dealy
Either you gon' love the kid or wanna kill me
I'm back at 'em
On fire like cracked atoms
They over the Hill like Wyclef and Praswell
I'm over the hills like U-F-Os at Roswell
You lame I know you guys well
If you can name an emcee that's flamer than me you high as hell
You can't dance with the chancellor
One glance'll have you caught up in a trance with a tarantula
And if they could then they probably would
They come close but it's no cigar welcome to my world

Whose world is this?
(The world is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine it's mine it's mine
Whose world is this?
(The world is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine it's mine it's mine
Whose world is this?...

Your arms too short to box the decender of the Prophets
Aviator shades the stage is a cockpit
Leather Pelle
Lounging at the Sofitel-ay
Sippin' Sam Pelegrino eatin' Ghihardellis
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 J-F-K and Jackie
They can't wait to catch me in Dallas top down 'n 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 Caesar
Jesus
He's just, a lyrical monster
Boogie Man outta' the dumpster
Black pharaoh
Jay Bowie spittin' phat arrows
Keep your eye on the sparrow in the fly apparel
You ain't ready for war hide your barrel
Stay in your lane man chance for survival is narrow
Welcome to my world...

Whose world is this?
(The world is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine it's mine it's mine
Whose world is this?
(The world is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine it's mine it's mine
Whose world is this?...

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 daddies in them court houses givin' out bids
Choppin' niggas on blocks and leavin' wickedness,
Man they broidered the land then they smallpoxed the witnesses
Rapin' babies using ladies as they mistresses (whoooo)
Causing chaos and disorder
That's why the glock on hold
The block on swolle
I built this city on rock and roll
Now I'm banging on Rumsfeld and bells ringing
Him and Dick'll be in hell singing
Woe to the hypocrites and infidels screamin' niggas can't handle
The wrath of the son of man black *Pan Immanuel*
Yeah the flow's that scandal..ous I crush any emcee who feel the must
Try me, the smallest flea on the dog won't get by me, if I was you I'd 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 the sky as my garden with my kicks filthy
Told you I was nice like Christ the rap angels throw down ice
I shine like jewelry in light (bling)
I can make a true believer out of curious dyke
She'll be wearin' hijabs singing *"Hum Through de Lair"*
I'll be slinging dice hummin' songs on the ave'
They'll be sayin' "Man
He goin' off the path", (uh)
But that's on the low though
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
You niggas on the grid while jay man stay gone off the radar...AWOL

Whose world is this?
(The world is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine it's mine it's mine
Whose world is this?
(The world is yours, the world is yours)

To my man Che Guevara
God bless ya' life
God bless ya' life
To my nigga Tumbling Dice
God bless ya' life
God bless ya' life
To my man Dappa Dan
God bless ya' life
God bless ya' life
To my peoples in New Orleans
God bless ya' life
God bless ya' life
And we out........yeah

(Mr. Porter)
the games about to get hot,
ayo doc, you better tell them other producer niggas that they bet' not drop, boy
cuz mr. porter aint playing
what the fuck is you saying
ill 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 cuz 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
im bout money you take some bitches like jimmy fallon
well im the type to get em fucked up, drunk and wilin
all crunk in the g-5 smilin thats how i (get em, get em)
see if you want that hoe back
you aint 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 dont 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
yall ants to me, like grandma sisters
you little insect fucksll get crushed
no rap clique exists its just us
saw you little fags
posing in the pages of the rap mags
and i am the black flag
spraying yall chumps to death im that bad
and i dont even speak to cats im that mad
so if i was on some brand new shit
so what you little coward niggas wont do shit
approach with caution, your mans got issues
and im a great shot the heat, will not miss you
if we got problems i will not diss you
imma sick the dogs on yall 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
im on fire like the west wing of the pentagon and the north tower
ill break yo ass off proper
the resident doctors givin out one way tickets to ask biggie smalls who shot ya
these fuck niggas aint real like snufalufagus
thats why when they bumpin they gums we let the muskets buss
you dont believe me, ask em
we smack rappers in they face spit on they cakes and blast em
yeah , get nervous now
imma fuckin animal with the verbs and nouns
imma 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,
i have no motherfuckin choice but to get em

when i walk motherfucker, my uzi weighs a ton,
when i talk motherfucker, my uzi weights a ton
when i walk motherfucker (my uzi weighs a ton x3)

never will i resign im a soldier for life
im masterin my circumference controlling the mic
behold the light (brring)
some niggas die for they ice
see ill part with the chain
but imma die for the christ
this time i baptize wit 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 im a stumbling stone
im never too far from home cuz the earths my throne
im the king supreme superb out the third ya heard
magnolia made me a soldier throwin dice on the curb
crucified me the first day im rockin ice on the third
burning circles on hood corners rockin mics and them birds
i got my hard hat my work gloves im ready to rock
so beware of this heavy hardware we steady to drop

bring seven emcees put em in a line
go get seven other cornballs who think they can rhyme
itll take seven more befo i go for mine
thats twelve sucka niggas with a gash in they perm
plus nine other motherfuckers draft to get burned
its a horrible lesson indeed but has to get learned
its 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

Denaun gave me some sweet advice, uh huh
he came like a man with it
took it and ran with it
imma turn the rap game to the summer of sam with it
if anybody asks tell em the son of man did it
thats right you know my name i got the devil on the run
why, cuz my mother fuckin uzi weighs a ton
and im squeezin on you fuckers with the mic in my hands
thatll leave terrorizing rappers from detroit to japan....

I wanna thank ya
for bein so fly (so fly)
you didnt know (didnt know)
that it was my tiiiiime
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
with reverends, presidents movies stars cinema-togra-phers
and producers, so standardized eduacation in its current state
is useful, i mean useless
pardon the slippage
the deadll probably target the jargon as gibberish
meanwhile im 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 cant touch this like hamm and them
Im on auto pilot
sippin pinot noir
eatin sal-a-mon
brother of fal and 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
ya cockroach flow is hopeless
im on they ass like locust

in and out the studio
the flows unruly so
my attack level is way higher than yu-gi-ohs
my defence level is in the trillions
so if you wanna duel
ya rocket better be filled up with fuel
cuz when you get here, ill be on the stool crackin booze
and youll be tired from the journey
so how you think that you could ever burn me
man these wack niggas dont concern me
bring out the gurneys and summon my attorneys

I really wanna take ya home*
and make ya feel sooo good
so why you sittin therrrr-re allll alone
when ya look sooo good
dont you play hard to get with me (no no no no)
and throw yo games baby soon youll see
hey we gotta play some hard to get

hey miss lady its 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 im never ever stressed man
everywhere i rest, i get treated like a king, im the sire here,
you can see it in the stars the messiahs here
you can read it in them cards, the fires here
now, whats your name,
so i can tell you who you are and why you came
that feel good dont 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
im jay electronica the black adam
settin shit on fire like a cracked atom
get at em (feel me)

inventory lets see hmmmm *
pretty skin pretty eyes
itty bitty waist pretty face pretty thighs
i can take you to space and its ok if you heart rate start racin the stakes is pretty high
i normally dont chase but hey, its 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 its obvious
tell me what you do for your skin its gorgeous
pretty mannequin in the gucci dress moblin
im a soveirgn with lamp hattins in manhattan
lookin for a queen to get involved with
if it aint broke then dont bother it
call it what you wanna call it just dont stall it
feel me

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 im kinda scared for him
cuz when he conscience he in rare form
but thats 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 cant understand the game
shyeah, hard time three to nine in a jailhouse
is no different from slavin nine to five in a warehouse

Chorus:
theres a lot of shit goin on up in my hood
i thank god im alive homie knock on wood
Yea, thou I 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

yo in projects shit is mad real for the youth
niggas get ill 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 dont steer wrong and dont stare long
cuz niggasll kill for that when they be full of heron
its like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
how crews remain standin once the AKs thunder under the sun roof tops *
career thugs cook rocks
then hit the blocks
to make a killin plus fame
man they lovin this game
its mega action the trees stay hot like saunas
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 wouldnt be caught sleepin
and he couldnt even walk around the block cuz he was beefin
i say that to say this
thats ghetto everyday shit
where slugs miss chipped bricks leave scars on chicks
its kinda trife right now
but thats the life right now
and way back it was a half as trife like now

Chorus

Peace god whats todays math
to tryin to escape wrath
with two left feet, its 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 these cats cant 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
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 cant read
at night his ashtma so bad he cant breathe
he wants to be an astronaut
and fly to space but his teacher told him that he just aint go what it take
so he cried while the other kids played at lunch break
what will it take to raise our mindstate

Chrous

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 hit the shower then I comb my hair
step out the crib lookin dappa dappa
I 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 ill battle you and shatter your dreams
I said what up, he said what up, I took your girl so what up
the crowd screamed he threw the towel man enough is enough
now im, 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
cant nobody make me angry cuz 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 cellular
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 off the motherfuckin map man
I'll drop a bomb on yo' ass like the Gap Band
I'm eating pellets chasin ghosts like I'm Pac-Man
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 hoid ["heard"] me?
you can catch me in the carpool lane with Mr. Jane
swinging and banging that wood grain, sittin on thangs
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 couldnt adapt
when in fact we taught you 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
its 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 rea-dy 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
I feel good

Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind

She said she never fell in love with a superman
Christian, Muslim, Protestant, Lutheran,
I told her that being a mortal is the portal to the true nature of growth;
The Christ like Buddha man
That's why I never spit the traditional garbage of a night fight, bright lights, white ice to the fans
The radio is just a stereo, like the house ain;t a home,
And a chair is just a chair, ask Luther Van
Go to work; go to church let your dreams die
Bowtie, 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 clotheslined in the ed-end
I could care less about a plaque and Bidd-enz or get Punk'd on TV by my frid-ends
Don't get a nigga wrong,
I get tempted by the rewards that all come along with making 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 Fifty, 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'ma spit it till T-R-L get it and Hot ninety-seven hit 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 hearts
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, its 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 'im"

Voodooman

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 Tepoztlan
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

Voodo man, civilize the savage
Criticize the parish
Spreading false doctrine
Terrorize the cleric
For carrying on nonsense
Specialized lies to paralyze the conscience
Voodo man, 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 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
Its just the facts, Jack may as well face it
Every rhyme I write the seal get cracked in the chapter of Revelations
A atom get cracked in the blackness of meditation
Mysterious shit
Call me Jay Dogon I'm on some serious shit
Scholars wonder why do 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 black man 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'
Minds are consumed with swine we need bathin'