JAY ELECTRONICA lyrics

Holiday

Original and similar lyrics
[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 Raw 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 I'll be in the d yellin kick rocks to one time

I Refuse Limitation

GOODIE MOB "Still Standing"
Backbone: One time Uh for these freaky hoes I lust But I'm still flickin ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust But that's they thang A lot of us fall victim somehow But that's that game Won't try to explain From books to bricks Now I see crooks and tricks Caught up in the mix Of everyday in every way but the right I control the substance my people fiend for at night Lord knows I do wrong Sound like the same old song A lot of niggas singing Homeboys conceal your weapons Cuz ain't gon be no smokin session in heaven No more be buckin yo luck Seven eleven on the first roll Don't let the streets rock and roll yo soul Swats GA by way of Cascade Heights Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice Khujo: Sold me out for 3.5 grams of neighborhood clout Now what the fucks we bout I'm back home from the bullshit Puttin in work Meanwhile others dug ditches and covered themselves in dirt One squirt And you locked down forever Can't run from reality Lurking you closer and closer away To the same old traps Now you never learn from your mistakes So now you wear this ass whoopin wit pride What side you on It wasn't no I in team Only in your dreams Saturated with schemes Yea you right, God gon deal wit ya Fallin from his grace Rookie cop moves cause shifty game And 30 days I'm blessed in the hole But that's till I go to the state federal Penitentiary Yea I could did my time standin on one foot But see I fucked up royally Thought I was slick Them herpes-havin ass crackers changed my big check to six Times wit Dean Whitaker's sermon of the day But when I go to sleep I don't dream no more I just lay A wise man knows his limitations Concrete, concrete like Greg Street Chorus: Sufferin from a severe case of inner-city blues I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose Cuz I just can't settle for these streets shawty I refuse Gipp: That's the shit I like Lord got the door Shot down to the pavement Remove yo hat under the ceiling Of this building A rebuff from the usher of sorts Because Most strive for the diamonds and overlook the gems Got skimp wit yo bags Boulders become shoulders to depend on Which way to explore Reform, refrain, we Every thought you walk through the trails is hell Airborne for Clone me Replace me wit me Another nation inside a nation Out the land of Scots Suction cups to test tube Layer of skin Supply the crust And we'll mix the fruit Gunshows supplied me in the hour of need Watch em bleed Aryan nation be the dealer Now who's the killer Yup yup that's the shit I like That's the shit I like T-Mo: Uh puttin forth the effort to make a change Not doin a lot of talkin bout it what's yo game You slippin you can't never do that That's when you get jacked For yo life over emotions runnin wild Like salamanders swimmin in southwest creeks Feelin incomplete Another story Livin Value lost - it wasn't worth it look what it costed Yo life young nigga Didn't go out without a fight behind the gun trigger Better think fast or get swept off yo feet Nigga it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate The minds of knuckleheads that want to be base heads Don't say I didn't tell you cuz you gon see in the future I hope I don't have to shoot you If you switch Went from hardcore to beggin like a bitch Revolutions good to bad Hoods to rags real niggas to fags What's the news But I refuse to lose Chorus Cee-Lo: Well I woke up this mornin with the same frustration from situations like these Got a call about some work from one of them temporary agencies No high school diploma or any college degrees I can't enlist but they'll draft me if there's a war overseas Oh please Of course I can slice some OZs But see I'm one of those aspirin MCs And uh bills are due so at times I'm doubtful and everyone disagrees But I'd rather struggle on my feet than to live on my knees So my uniform tight workin all night at Mickey D's Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government get they fees These minimum wages ain't enough to feed my babies Purposely these limitations on black folks opportunities So I quit cuz I'm tired of being one of those overworked underpaid employees Stop carin at all went on and did a few small burglaries It seems like my face done turned into forgotten memories And I ain't gettin away with nothing because I know he always sees But see right now I need to see how I can get this here dope sold I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold They gon get high so I'ma get my money even though it's freezin cold Now how many times you done heard this story told Believe it or not, it's some very intelligent junkies But dependencies is eatin away at they souls like disease Anyone can turn into somebody who covets and envies Unequal economics can easily make you some enemies And the crime rate never drops to the cops ride around in threes I knew he would have killed me if I did anything but freeze They found the rest of the dope in some nearby shrubberies In a dimlit room being questioned by these authorities And they gave me some time in correctional facilities And now my woman's gotta take on a man's responsibilities

The Score

FUGEES "The Score"
[CLEF:] Look into the rhyme Rum to the ripple Sing boo, But at times I come in triple. Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead. Wyclef don't give a *beep* if your dead. Raaaaah, raaaah Let me attack just like the black cat You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map. Hooo, you've got to go for backup To do what you gotta do. So you'll be back with France CU Traitor in your crew is mafo heat Put the poison in your tea and kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what. Competition, stimulation for the rap man Losers check your tooters While I'm suckin' on your girls h******. Don't play macho, while you got the gun Cause if you got to reload . . . [CLEF:] Wyclef the multi-talented Average heads can't handle it I'll bring it to you live Only if you want it. Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's (C'mon check out my melody) The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef Through any contest I'm victorious Still keep it real, if you will and manifest Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel. [PRAZ:] I'm a bring down the ruckus Play the nutcracker Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper, Boss, you don't want to f**k with my partners Motion, commotion, what's your proposal Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal Like utensil, false idental, I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil [LAURYN:] I'm the L, Won't you pull it Straight to the head With the speed of a bullet Cuttin' jokers off at the meeky-freeky gullet Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends Dreams of euphoria, Aurora, To another galaxy Phallic-sy Be this microphone, but get lifted Lyrically I'm gifted Burn on in without the roach clip (it) Henders, mind-bender Pleasure sender, So frequently your nerve endings belong to me Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke Wack niggas choke From the fumes that I emote, Or emit s*** See even I feel the mahogany L Natural hallucinogen Turning boys to men again With estrogen dreams Release blues, yellows and greens From Brownsville to Queens [DIAMOND-D:] I creep like a theif, no doubt the man's swift I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff (We know where to run) And start flakin' like dandruff. C'mon son my steelo's tight Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic On the right, analytical conceptions With precision and leave lyrical incisions.

5 Years To Write

John Reuben "Professional Rapper"
this vulnerability is kiling me internally not feeling much stability and i wish it could be easy but it dont seem to be and so, i'm going to take it to the only place that i know to go and lay these feelings in the hand of the creator god of creation you show me how to relate to her mean while, i'm thanking you for lessons being learned see my feelings have been shallow but i've watched my heart turn yes, she looks good, yes she looks fly but deep down i know there's something more inside just like i'm praying that there's more in me so when i look at she i just don't see naturally not saying physically, that i'll deny the attraction, but all in all that's just a simple satisfaction that can be obtained through a glance of the eye this was five years ago, man how time flies by beautiful soul full of spirit i wonder if she'd hear it if i told her that she had a beautiful soul full of spirit a few year later... her mind intrigues me it leaves me sort of sick wondering what makes the mystery chic tick, history thick of pages and pages telling stories that can't be summed up in quick phrases she's observant so she's seen my behavior it's got me nervous wanting to stay away from her i pray for her daily as well as perspective, battling with pride and thoughts of being rejected and that's just not appealing it's almost enough to make you disconnect your fellings or something and try to move on and give them to someone else but yet i care for her more than i care for myself man who needs this i'm not even good with commitments plus i value my independence, in the end it's probably just a waste of time spent or maybe there's something more to this relationship what's the point of caring when it hurts so much if this is what love comes with i'd rather not touch it in all honesty the outcome is uncertain and i do run the risk of walking away hurting searching for clarity, spare me the dispair i'd rather be alone and not even care than to share my trust because you can't control fate so maybe i'll be alone but at least it's safe i know that's stupid probably my insecurity or maybe god is using this to get through to me because in the back of my mind i'm always aware of pushing me towards prayer and bettering my character making me thing about the man i want to become regardless of the situations outcome fast forward a few years into my life man this song about my wife took me five years to write

Valley Of Chrome

CYPRESS HILL "Skull & Bones"
[B-Real] You can't hide from the man with the master plan Huntin for your head 'How I Could Just Kill a Man' Ayo, where you at baby keep your head low, damn Got you on the camcorder in the black minivan You crossed line, time for the light to blind You can run but I never be far behind You never know when it's gonna come, paranoid Cuz the mentality is seek and destroy Better look around before you come out your door Cuz shit catches up but you don't want no more Only time will provide the right sign for real You might die cuz you hesitate to find the steel [HOOK 2X:] You better never let me catch you alone! Bring it on, bring it on! Bring it on, bring it on! You might die in the Valley of Chrome! Keepin on, keepin on, keep, keep, keepin on! [Sen-Dog] Listen up mothefuckers I got shit on my mind The spotlight's on me and it's time to shine I smack any brat that be jumpin outta line I smoke any fool try to diss on my rhyme I get y'all, wearin no can't protect y'all Wash your brain and have you infiltrate the Same bunch of suckers that be tryin to hate me Wanna take me out so they can try and replace me Fuck what ya heard, have ya seen lately The size of my clan is improving greatly No one will hold 'em back, bringin the big heater Watch a nigga run scared, faster than a cheetah Speed of light, move faster than sound But I'm still on they back and I'm gaining much ground [HOOK 2X] [B-Real] No matter what you seen, we still smokin the green Represent for all the people still a part of the scheme Playa haters, imitaters wanna roll with the team But they fade away, hate away, all for the cream They wanna instigate to get a losse forget my stake Take advantage of the rilla, rob killa who scrapes Cuban motherfuckers who don't know who I am Better step aside suckers watch the heater expand Get outta hand, see the light, you and your clan Better scram outta here before you get slammed I stand strong, keepin on, when I'm rollin alone But you sorry bitches hideaway, place unknown [HOOK 4X]

Winter Wars

WU-TANG CLAN
It's on.. [Cappa] Where your sparkle at kid? Ryzarector.. [Break: Raekwon the Chef] Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) [Verse One: U-God] This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam nine diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm [Break: (first two lines)] [Verse Two: Ghostface Killah] More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster [Break] [Verse Three: Masta Killa] Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That fills more body bags than apartments in projects And as far as the coroners know The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow Put on by my family brought to the academy of the Wu and learned how to fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MC's submit to the will as I kill your juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal Devils worship this like an icon Bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python [Break] [Verse Four: Cappadonna] You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong Extravangza, time sits still No propoganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet One man ran, tryin to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you could get long dick hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet under vets, we paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers and blunt power, born physically power speakin The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin

Was it funny? Share it with friends!