JAY ELECTRONICA lyrics

The Ghost Of Christopher Wallace

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[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 [Diddy Ad libs]

Future Sound

JURASSIC 5 "Feedback"
[Akil] Yea [Soup] Turn me up though [Akil] Uh Huh,Yea [Soup] Come on [Akil] Anyway [Soup] A 1,2 what cha gonna do 2,3 what's this gonna be... come on now [Akil and Soup - talking over each other] Yea Yea uh, a come on now Let me hear you, Let me hear you [Akil] Uh yea Provoke emotions when I'm boastin and braggin Just imagine gun clappin' linguistic assassin Bout to shake the world up, slam it to the floor up You heard of us, real niggaz we blow the world up Rip off the planet, take it for granted when I manage With that home team advantage, automatic rhyme bandit Bout to hand it , Cause you cram to understand it When I land it open handed I'm a transatlantic slave, with that old black magic Got to have it from the demo, to the master Some brothers try to strike, but light the fire of disaster I'm the chainsaw massacre, brain ball acid dust Down shift, pump your brakes, ease off the clutch We fuck it up, when we conduct, load your pistol up Put this verbal dick in your mouth, until I bust a nut And let this jam tell you who the fuck I am Original black man from the Billali Sudan [Chorus: Akil and Soup] It's like that y'all, so go head and get up Sample (Be bad) This is the future sound [Sample] Without further ado, you don't see us, but we see you [Akil] Either you're here to teach [Both] Or you're here to be taught [Akil] If you don't plan to get away [Both] Then you plan to get caught I was born to lead, that why I run don't walk South-central MC what the fuck you thought [Soup] I set my first verse up, similar to a stake out The minute that they break out, they send jake out But I'm super laxative and I don't need no practice kid You're probably wondering what track this it [Akil] Uh, so carry on with that twisted ass street rap I ride for peace, but I will contradict that And bitch slap any rapper that act, uh Like he really want it I'm a have to mishap [Soup] So act like you want it, but don't get loud And you haven't seen a style this vivid in awhile [Akil] I rebuild cause I'm a rebel My education and rhythm is on a higher level Smash til the dust settles [Chorus] Yes, yes, yes y'all Mic test, test y'all Freestyle lyrics being thrown straight at y'all And we hype so and we might just flow from the get go Hey yo Soup, let 'em know [Soup] I'm one of the last cats, (That's right) puttin' the flavor back in the rap And make a sun roof straight to your cap Now the original black, now watch how the herbs react I play the block, where I learned to rap (tell em) Ain't nothing to it, I keep the word play fluent And tone will run through like the emperor Jones Now the inventor of poems and lymrics outstanding pitch Regardless if your feeling my shit Yo, I stay prime and plus I'm never outdated In time I break atoms from the way that I rhyme Now I created a line with no miscues, fake no moves So here's the rhyme I couldn't wait to use I represent, and put the pressure on your local event And drop heavy when the vocal commits To hit you with the hits, from the colonial prince The master of the ceremonial It's like that y'all [Chorus]

That's What I'm Talking About

JOHN MICHAEL MONTGOMERY "Letters From Home"
Turn on the radio, turn on my T.V They're talking bout war They're talking bout peace Talking bout you talking bout me The way we ought to act the way we ought to be They talk about stars and the latest syles They don't talk about much that seem worthwile Meanwhile.. [Chorus] Me and my baby slip under the covers Get away from the world and whatever other stuff is Going on and start to working on A little heart to heart mouth to mouth Thats what I'm talking about All of our neighbors and most of our friends They talk about Tiger who's out and who's in American Idol and who's gonna win They talk about politics with their own little spin Let'em have their opinions, let'em speak their minds Let'em talk about the weather cause come rain or shine [Chorus]

Firm All Stars

THE FIRM
Pretty Boy: TrackMasters A yo you see that a major, tellin my flavor All types of paper, I'm doin you a favor So blaze the trees, come on baby please Yo to lay with these girls pay the fees Cause I stay in these, coop rabie bees Jitty to the fifty, to the ACG's And when I'm lazy B Let the AC breeze, explain to my dames how the gamin be So what you trippin about, in the club I be kickin em' out I get em home then I'm twistin them out If I still keep it real I be friskin them out, with my dick in they mouth Then I'm kickin them out Cause you miss the quote, cause even if this kid was broke On you I wouldn't trick to know Have me high at first like I sniff some coke But now you gotta go don't forget your coat Uh Chrous(Nas): We are the firm all stars Fuckin your bitch we don't care who you are We don't need no introduction, our music steady bumpin From the crib to the club to your cars Come fuck with us Pretty Boy: If you know about us throw your hands in the air From Teaxes to NewYork to Monclair This be the knock from Flatbush to Little Rock Even New Orleans be bout it bout it It's hot Foxy Brown: Uhhhhhhhhh I gets 7:30 for the door daddy Ain't know thing, ya'll know about the rings huh Here you vibe and you balls with the big cat Anything you tryin ta bring, been there done that See the paper stack I'm not a hater dog Ya'll still crusin lands, I'm navagatin dog Brooklyn tone Baby girl flawsed night and left and baget stones in a James Bomd crome See this pretty face, but you wanna stick it If it's broke nigga we can let Tido fix it I can't stop, I won't stop Pretty Boy: Everything hot, first week out hit the top Pretty Boy Relentless, Cop the Coop thats expensive For instanse we rollin in fleets in ten to sixes We smoke phiphers with a dime chick pullin all nighters P be Mr. Macoroni The world slick lies and pretty Tony If you never new know you know me Thats why they wanna blow me We eat caviar, shine like a movie star Firm click real thick, Nas tell em' who we are Chorus(2x)

Secret Wars Part One

Last Emperor
Chorus : Bad News travels fast / and if it's about you you'll probably hear 'bout it last / but when they press up / and check up / and they ask / you gotta keep perspective on the future and the past / and laugh / while they keep talkin' / talk talk talkin / chicken heads keep squawkin' / power of the spoken word is infinite / you can tell / cuz people are always talking / talking on the run talking while walking, / talking in line, talking in circles, / talking in time all over the world / talkin' 'bout whatever's on their mind- that's fine / talkin' 'bout who they hawkin, who they watchin, who they clockin, / who they heard was up to something poppin' / always talkin' about who they remember and who's forgotten / who's rockin' the set and who's floppin', droppin' out / talkin' 'bout people from the cradle to the coffin / talkin' 'bout people, talkin' 'bout people, talkin' 'bout people, / talkin' 'bout people non-stop talkin' often /Chorus /People talk shit / their minds reinforce it / spittin' out words and thoughts that are amorphous / pushin' sloppy sound out of their vocal orifice / like it ain't bein' recorded / sometimes a words scorch is worse than torches / whats more / is the talk aint uniform or rehearsed / it's the richest, the poorest,/ from CEO boardrooms to porches to alley ways and gutters / from coast to coast, east to west, south to north / it's people talking of course! / like life is a courtroom / most bullshittin' from midnight to high noon and back again / Blacks and the Blacker thans / Whites and the Africans / far to little action far to much satisfaction / in philanderin' usin' sex like a sedative / repetitive like rhetoric / I'm bettin' ya think ya nice cuz you give free add-vice right? / but unless you got a tight alternative it's best to let it just live! / and raise the octave up to the positive / even though they try and stop you up / arteries cloggeded / the Black man targeted that's how they set it off, they said it / but in the end it will be only them that's effected by they negative vibe / I know it hurts, there is no indigestion worse /than that which comes from having to eat your own word(s), / I heard two(2) people need not bicker in a burning home / but some people know how to live everybodies life but their own so, / here's the poem dedicated / to the hatred propagated by the ill-fated / snakes that's waitin' in grass / those that talk the most got the least to say / but that ain't nothin' new / and it ain't even really all that

Balcony Beach

Lateef And Lyrics Born "Latyrx"
Chorus : Bad News travels fast / and if it's about you you'll probably hear 'bout it last / but when they press up / and check up / and they ask / you gotta keep perspective on the future and the past / and laugh / while they keep talkin' / talk talk talkin / chicken heads keep squawkin' / power of the spoken word is infinite / you can tell / cuz people are always talking / talking on the run talking while walking, / talking in line, talking in circles, / talking in time all over the world / talkin' 'bout whatever's on their mind- that's fine / talkin' 'bout who they hawkin, who they watchin, who they clockin, / who they heard was up to something poppin' / always talkin' about who they remember and who's forgotten / who's rockin' the set and who's floppin', droppin' out / talkin' 'bout people from the cradle to the coffin / talkin' 'bout people, talkin' 'bout people, talkin' 'bout people, / talkin' 'bout people non-stop talkin' often /Chorus /People talk shit / their minds reinforce it / spittin' out words and thoughts that are amorphous / pushin' sloppy sound out of their vocal orifice / like it ain't bein' recorded / sometimes a words scorch is worse than torches / whats more / is the talk aint uniform or rehearsed / it's the richest, the poorest,/ from CEO boardrooms to porches to alley ways and gutters / from coast to coast, east to west, south to north / it's people talking of course! / like life is a courtroom / most bullshittin' from midnight to high noon and back again / Blacks and the Blacker thans / Whites and the Africans / far to little action far to much satisfaction / in philanderin' usin' sex like a sedative / repetitive like rhetoric / I'm bettin' ya think ya nice cuz you give free add-vice right? / but unless you got a tight alternative it's best to let it just live! / and raise the octave up to the positive / even though they try and stop you up / arteries cloggeded / the Black man targeted that's how they set it off, they said it / but in the end it will be only them that's effected by they negative vibe / I know it hurts, there is no indigestion worse /than that which comes from having to eat your own word(s), / I heard two(2) people need not bicker in a burning home / but some people know how to live everybodies life but their own so, / here's the poem dedicated / to the hatred propagated by the ill-fated / snakes that's waitin' in grass / those that talk the most got the least to say / but that ain't nothin' new / and it ain't even really all that

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