JAY ELECTRONICA lyrics - The Jay Electronica Project

A Prayer For Michael Vick And T.I. (We Love You Family)

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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 Hitting them with Creation

The Ride

G-DEP "Child Of The Ghetto"
[Verse 1] First off, how you gon' come off All this rap shit, get done off Man listen this a passionate mind I come thru, gun drew splashin a rhyme Wet dat, dead dat, cash on the line In an orderly fashion in the back'a the line Can't talk now, I got cash on tha mind Bitches and dolla signs dance in they mind I love dat doe, but yall niggas love dat flow Man I don't love dat hoe All I see is cash flow Brains an occasional ass hole What I need is a, whole lotta money involved I might run into Rob and run in ya job Real cats take chances Then I make ya +head spin+ like +break dancers+ [Chorus] My niggas in the front don't front My niggas in the back, where you at My niggas on the side, bout to slide My niggas in the middle we rock just a little Then we ride, the ride My bitches in the front don't front My bitches in the back, where you at My bitches on the side, bout to slide My bitches in the middle we rock just a little Then we ride, the ride [Verse 2] If raps don't work, need ta put some in I hear yall knockin' but ya can't come in Said I'd get cha, wrote the scripture Chick roastin like motion picture Have you any idea, how many nice MC's And how many I feared - None Just trust me son, I do what must be done And I just begun, I let em- Count sheep, rock em to sleep Got me, cocking the heat, poppin a Jeep Let's go, Expo top of the line Exo, Yes ho, hoppin in mine, I got a- Big Bad Boy you could meet Men use beef and its all you can eat, I be the- Dep with a G in the front Front, fuck around and be in a trunk [Chorus] [Verse 3] Ain't no games if you're curious B Can't be serious G, seriously, I'm out ta- Put a big hole in the joint Like I, sold her the joint, told her to point, its like- Mind over matter with this Mad Hatter with this, battle with this Like a +sentence+, it just +run-on+ I'm pro and you a princess, come on Yall ain't ready, ain't crazy and ya name ain't Eddie And ya aim ain't steady Dream big boy but ya chain ain't heavy Brain ain't ready, my game ain't petty Must be stupid or somethin' Thinkin' this all love like Cupid or somethin' Live from the 2-1-2 One question: What you gon' do [Chorus Til Fade]

Blown Away

Cocoa Brovaz "The Rude Awakening"
[Steele] I got so much trouble on my mind, refuse to lose But sometimes the flesh get's weak And I regret the decision I choose, but I'm not trying to sing the blues Cuz life goes on, remembering the verse, Nitty showed me the song Kept me calm for a minute though Got me mellowin Juda blaze the Cocoa But in the back of my mind I still know I still got a job to do, for real yo Give thanks for the meal, it's time to peel though Lick em off, soon be back to bill yo On the bricks side where it's real for sho But what's really buried deep in the mind, no one knows My peeps keep me grounded, so my head don't blow It's a struggle but the mo, I smoke the mo, my mind flow Losin my mind, tryin to stay high Everybody fuckin wit me, cuz they know I keep a pound of trees Cuz I gotta maintain in me But I'm losin my mind, tryin to stay high Gotta link with my B.N.C. [Tek] It's the life of my man who lived for the root of all evil I can't knock him though, cuz we was once consider peoples We broke bread at the same chicks crib, two ribs We just roughed up gums, we just brushed up I burglarize my first joint playin with stack money Who motto was I die for it quote from Stack Money Head cappo, cuz shots round the big apple Ain't never been no punk, my guns bust directly at you Would of sworn he was the throughest, came threw like the prettiest Big boy Benz, 500-S series Dump him for the love of money, by the root of O.J.'s Bout it to half smoke philly comin out the ash tray I didn't even know, just knew my man Mr. Brown And I've been linkin up with dunn for 3 months now Looked at my kiko asked him, which body cocked thee Returned to death stair, eye full of blood shot Try to block it wit a chuckel, hit that shit nigga fuck you Fuck him, pull my coat, just hop up on the dust too Like it's cool to be smokin on the rulers Don't hit the spliff, less until you twist the buddhas [Steele] I'm losin my mind, rollin my dime Frame of mind, tryin to lace my weed That's a muthafuckin friend I don't need [Buckshot] It's a shame, it's a shame, how you blamed your man For some shit that you been through, but you don't understand It's a price to pay, the price when you play the game If you get up in the game, get hit up in the game I seen niggas snitch just to come home quick Money came home, but he got hit In the bubble whip, with the system in it One shot, fire two, then burst Shit that's what happen when you thrust You think you comin home, but you meetin chrome You really thought you had the throne, cuz you was the bone On the block, as the bomb rock, now you Under a rock, so the money stop, gettin All the rules of the game, so you plan flop Niggas seein a vision, tryin to make it to the top [Steele] Now I'm losin my mind, gotta take time If I wanna roll that weed, cuz you know I gotta roll it in the leaf Can't fuck with no stemi I'm losin my mind, smokin my dime On the lo lo from these Cuz you know them niggas lookin for me From some shit back from the 80's I'm losin my mind, fuckin wit ya niggas one time...

Whatta Man

SALT 'N' PEPA "Very Necessary"
Yeah, yeah (Oooo) Uh, hey hey All right, yeah Oooo [CHORUS] What a man, what a man, what a man What a mighty good man What a man, what a man, what a man What a mighty good man What a man, what a man, what a man What a mighty good man What a man, what a man, what a man What a mighty good man I wanna take a minute or two, and give much respect due To the man that's made a difference in my world And although most men are ho's he flows on the down low Cuz I never heard about him with another girl But I don't sweat it because it's just pathetic To let it get me involved in that he said/she said crowd I know that ain't nobody perfect, I give props to those who deserve it And believe me y'all, he's worth it So here's to the future cuz we got through the past I finally found somebody that can make me laugh (Ha ha ha) You so crazy I think I wanna have your baby [CHORUS] My man is smooth like Barry, and his voice got bass A body like Arnold with a Denzel face He's smart like a doctor with a real good rep And when he comes home he's relaxed with Pep He always got a gift for me everytime I see him A lot of snot-nosed ex-flames couldn't be him He never ran a corny line once to me yet So I give him stuff that he'll never forget He keeps me on Cloud Nine just like the Temps He's not a fake wannabe tryin' to be a pimp He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans He's a God-sent original, the man of my dreams Yes, my man says he loves me, never says he loves me not Tryin' to rush me good and touch me in the right spot See other guys that I've had, they tried to play all that mac shit But every time they tried I said, 'That's not it' But not this man, he's got the right potion Baby, rub it down and make it smooth like lotion Yeah, the ritual, highway to heaven From seven to seven he's got me open like Seven Eleven And yes, it's me that he's always choosin' With him I'm never losin', and he knows that my name is not Susan He always has heavy conversation for the mind Which means a lot to me cuz good men are hard to find [CHORUS] My man gives real loving that's why I call him Killer He's not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, he's a thriller He takes his time and does everything right Knocks me out with one shot for the rest of the night He's a real smooth brother, never in a rush And he gives me goose pimples with every single touch Spends quality time with his kids when he can Secure in his manhood cuz he's a real man A lover and a fighter and he'll knock a knucker out Don't take him for a sucker cuz that's not what he's about Every time I need him, he always got my back Never disrespectful cuz his mama taught him that [CHORUS]

Long John Silver

JEFFERSON AIRPLANE "Long John Silver"
Long John Silver ring in his ear he's the hero, make that clear does the same thing his father did sailing around the Caribbean robing king with his talking parrot this time I think he's on the high side scabs are forming, scraped his knee guards are warning, a bad man is free he's like electric clock that needs no winding keeps the time without your hands western feet need no binding take a barefoot run through old Japan he's seen a thousand countries, they're all the same some men crazy - some men sane but all men are ruled by a flag or a game he knows nobody's got you if you don't sign your name Long John Silver serves no king no land holds him--that's why he feels like singing every country now then roars like Irish--drunk singing every monk will now then call his men to hear the wenches night bells ringing

Medicine

SOUTH PARK MEXICAN "Time Is Money"
[First Verse:] All this time, you've been mine, heaven-sent Valentine And just like that, my life stopped on the dime I can't stop cryin', inside I'm dyin' I caught you red-handed, that's what I get for spyin' But I've been suspicious, cuz you done caught me with some bitches But you promised not to shoot me with the same triggers You didn't know the new Benz I just bought you Could be tracked by satellite, and that's how I caught you Oh Baby why In the past I've been unfaithful I can't believe it, I feel like, this nigga raped you But you allowed it, you gave yourself to a coward I'ma bury both of you, and STILL buy you flowers [Chorus:] Remember when Our love would never end But now I am Tastin' my own medicine [2x] [Second Verse:] It's disturbin', it's sick, I keep thinkin' bout this shit I wanna spit on your face, while you lie in a ditch You forgave me, but I just can't forgive you Cuz it ain't the same, I can't explain it, but it's true It's way worse, I never felt pain like this I can't take you back, you fuckin' nasty ass bitch You destroyed me, you ruined, everything I worked for A house with an elevator, a spa on the third floor I still love you, but never in my life will I touch you You disgust me, your beautiful face became ugly I just wish you was a dream, and that I could wake up But it's real, so I keep, gettin' drunk, as fuck [Chorus] [Third Verse:] I'm home waitin' for you, you don't know that I know yet You're probably gettin' fucked right now, sippin' some moet I checked the address, it's some dude named Paul Thirty-three years old, oh yeah, I checked it all Probably met him at the mall, spendin' up my cash G-string up your ass, wearin' tight ass pants Oh my, look who just pulled up in her Benz Where you been at Girl Oh, doin' some errands Take your shit off! Let me smell you, what you thinkin' bout I know where you've been! Shut your muthafuckin' mouth! Whose house is this And who the Hell is Paul What you mean this ain't a house This where you took the dog You mean....this the vetinarian's office You got the Parvo shots, for the puppy I just bought us It's some old man named Dr. Paul Seigel Here's the business card, in case I don't believe you Call him up right now Nah Baby that's okay You know I trust you, I love you, that's all day Why is my face red It looks like I've been cryin' Gangsta's don't cry Baby, don't even try it [Chorus] Yeah This song is dedicated for all you niggas fuckin' over the women you love. If she don't get you back, your conscience will. And if she's not happy, then you'll never be happy, that's just the way it goes. Yeah, this the SPM, it don't never quit

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