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JAY ELECTRONICA lyrics - Act I: The Eternal Sunshine (The Pledge)

Voodoo Man

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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 of the 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 And you sell crack Clapping at cats with macs But you a liar Pants on fire Same old rugged cross Different crucified messiah

Fire

Magic Affair
Watch the fire in a fools paradise Watch the fire, unlock these fearful eyes Watch the fire, oooh Watch the fire and break these chains of ice Check my structure, erupt and rumple Kill or be killed as the planet crumble Ignorance wins, for lacks of education Cultures die, wiped out are the nations Rise-up panthers, show me the right way Or live your life behind the A to the K 47, so where is heaven, Cause hell is Earth, and the life is severen KKK watch out cause the knowledge Surpass your mass, light year pass college Light the torch, young skin cause you're trippin' I'm serious. True black is the young man I rap 'till I'm dead, and still have the upper hand Bring on the job cause the magic is hard Back-up kids, or else I'll put your card Here it comes, hot dress hits the ozone Born negativity runs through homes Of the innocent maybe the guilty Temperature high, cause society built me Se here we go, the frown hits my brown skin Waiting for the chance to end all the sin I'm not a devil, but hell I'm raising Fools I'm chasing, ending invasions (what kind of invasion) Of the hatred, radical that made it The mission is hard, and alone I can't fade it Bring on the job cause MA is at hand Ready and willing, as the hate hits the fan

Resurrection '95

Common Sense "Resurrection"
Verse One: I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter in That be scatterin Over the globe will my vocals be travellin Unravellin my abdomen it's slime that's babblin Grammatics that are masculine I grab them in verbally badgerin broads I wish that Madelline was back on Video LP I went against all odds and got a even steven Proceed to read and not believin everything I'm readin But my brain was bleedin, needin feedin, and exercise I didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualize I analyze where I rest my eyes And chastise the best of guys with punchlines I'm Nestle when it's Crunch-time For your mind like one time If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine cause I deliver like the Sun-Times Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine I'm hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I unswine Eatin beef sometimes I try to cut back on that shit This rap shit is truly outta control My style is too developed to be arrested It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail A misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints They relinquished since, cause I was guilty in a sense Verse Two: I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe Imaginations in flight I send light, like Ben's kite I've been bright Get open like on gym nights And in fights I send rights Don't hook with skins my friends like I spend nights up in dykes In spite I've been indicted as a freak of all trades I got it made I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums Come from a tribe of bums Hooked on negro and mums Had to halt with the, malt liquor Cause off the malt liquor I fought niggaz Now my speech is lost quicker Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no sticker U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker U Ak got my back and we don't now check it I'm a hoe but not a hoe nigga, ain't scared of no nigga But it's my turn to go I gotta go And I'm gone with the storm

Resurrection

COMMON "Resurrection"
Verse One: I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in That be scatterin Over the globe will my vocals be travellin Unravellin my abdomen it's slime that's babblin Grammatics that are masculine I grab them in, verbally badgerin broads I wish that Madelline, was back on Video LP I went against all odds and got a even steven Proceed to read and not believin everything I'm readin But my brain was bleedin, needin feedin, and exercise I didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualize I analyze where I rest my eyes And chastise the best of guys with punchlines I'm Nestle when it's Crunch-time For your mind like one time If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine cause I deliver like the Sun-Times Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine I'm hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I unswine Eatin beef sometimes I try to cut back on that shit This rap shit is truly outta control My style is too developed to be arrested It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail A misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints They relinquished since, cause I was guilty in a sense Verse Two: I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe Imaginations in flight I send light, like Ben's kite I've been bright Get open like on gym nights And in fights I send rights Don't hook with skins my friends like I spend nights up in dykes In spite I've been indicted as a freak of all trades I got it made I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums Come from a tribe of bums Hooked on negro and mums Had to halt with the, malt liquor Cause off the malt liquor I fought niggaz Now my speech is lost quicker Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no sticker U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker U Ak got my back and we don't now check it I'm a hoe but not a hoe nigga, ain't scared of no nigga But it's my turn to go I gotta go And I'm gone with the storm

The Best Day

ATMOSPHERE "To All My Friends, Blood Makes The Blade Holy - The Atmosphere EP's"
[Slug] I had a rough day, but that's life, it happens Woke up on a dark side of my mattress I guess I forgot to set my clock Overslept, almost lost the job Then to top it off, I'm kinda hungry But can't eat till I find my money It's in my wallet but my wallet ain't in my pocket Can't remember the last time I saw it And they don't want me in a bad mood Afraid that it'll spread and everyone will catch an attitude They got 'em all singing the same tone Thinking I should go and start a fire in the break room Co-workers make me sick and the manager really ain't shit But I can't quit, so I'm hiding in the basement Holding onto to my face like fuck this place [Chorus: 2X] Every day can't be the best day Do what you can right now, don't hesitate That's why we try to make love and get paid Take the bad with the good, now let's play [Slug] Hell naw, I ain't going to school The teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool and all the kids mess with each other always all day Class warfare up and down the hallways And if you ain't popular Nobody talks to ya, unless they mocking ya Not even bus driver or the hall monitor I might as well climb inside my locker huh It's a bad day, bad week and a bad month Don't nobody want to trade with my bag lunch Someday I'ma be so cool But for now I got cheap shoes, so I keep losing Girls give no love to a poor man It's a prison, the clock is warden Man it won't get no better when I get home So I listen to the voice in my headphones [Chorus: 2X] [Slug] Can't dance with an upset stomach The overdraft notices just kept coming Somebody broke into the porch and stole a chair Top of your head stopped growing hair Broken glass, computer crashed The car won't start and the tires went flat Dog got loose, brought back a dead cat Daughter found it and had a panic attack Plus you ain't had sex in how long? Afraid to admit that the fire's all gone The better half is talking about separate You wish you could take it back to yesterday You not alone, it's hard as hell But don't waste no time feeling sorry for self We'll be right here with you through your war Cause you're the one that we make this music for Now turn it up [Chorus: 2X]

Rappaz

Das EFX "Straight Up Sewaside"
Intro/Chorus: Now ya got the Krazy Krazy wit da Books Yes yes y'all yes y'all yes y'all yes y'all Now ya got the Krazy Krazy wit da Books Yes yes y'all yes y'all yes y'all yes y'all Now ya got the Krazy Krazy wit da Books Yes yes y'all yes y'all yes y'all yes y'all Now ya got the Krazy Krazy wit da Books (Fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow) Verse 1: Dray Skoob Well comin to school ya it's the hooligan, I'm in the mood again so watch me do this I'm out to do these rappers just like Popeye did Brutus The super dooper trooper, oops I'm no beginner So watch me get loose and run [shit] like Bill Skinner I formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna kick it There's niggas down my slack, yes I'm the baddest when I wreck it See I'm nicer than the rest, I guess I gots ta prove it Ya cruisin for a bruisin if ya bite it when I use it See I'm quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin ta stop it I got mad skills like loose change in my pocket I drop it from the East, at least I'm gettin mine in Some niggas gettin jealous cos of the way that I be rhymin Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? Sorry to keep you waitin It's like nuttin when I'm throwin somethin rougher than menstruation Crabs, I'm followed by a camp like John Cougar Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin, for the lords split'cha I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter I dip-dip-dob wit more drive than the Harlem River Oh what the hell, I smoked a half a el then ???? Pick up my grip then spark the clip and get puffin see It's back to basics if you're wacked then niggas hate we got the knack to freak a track like I was printin in some nations Boy, I'm slipper than soap-on-a-rope I'm madder than the Mad Hatter and Yabber Dabber Dope and you can quote... Chorus Verse 2: Dray, Books Well once again it's the spectacular, I checkin the back and ya [fuckin] face it Terrorisin MC's as if my name was Jason I crash 'n' clash em, monster mash em til they suckle I'm quick to switch up and kick ass like Mr. Jekyll I bring it from the guts, my DJ got the cuts The [shit] that I bringin got'cha swingin on my nuts I'm not the typical lyrical guy that be a miracle Drop the type of [shit] that make ya flip and get'cha swivacle I'm nasty with the verbs, kid, I serve ya, rip the faucet My raps they never collapse cos on the tracks, see I be bustin like fireworks, I fire jerks scullin then I step I'm back from hibernation and I'm ween to keep a rep Give it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy I'm flyer than a cockpit Hah I rocks [shit] and knock niggas out the blocks wit Uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx I'm slick, watch your tip cos my clique might slam ya next like BOOYAA, no ya not true, don't mean illusion Kickin a styles til '96, taking backs to the future Plus I'm cool to fuck the brain, I drain a 40 for the belly I'm aimin for the charts just like this was a game of scelli Plus I'm sinkin ships, doin whatever makes the blow rock My crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtime When I groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-up Sad ya sleazy heart cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy Chorus to fade

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