JAY ELECTRONICA lyrics - The Jay Electronica Project

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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 dreamin 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 mam 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 the peeled back the orange head peel of a gnome He said he mc, I know you like killin them You terrorize 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 Hell take you to the chocolate city Where two face and the prince of darkness have they commitee of snakes Drill em, let the skin peel off the reveal them 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 villian Who split atoms and gives 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 still eyes is his lover Shes a harlet who stood still like time while new york turned scarlet And the levee monster sucked up new orleans While they was playin man vs man in afganhistan 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 finds out that you already knew The atom had a positive a negative and a neutral Hell probably salute you Then wait til you turn your back like a coward and shoot you Man this is shit is crucial, You from the thirrd ward right, Very treacherous, Play where they kidnap assassins and bury specialists

Beware

BIG PUNISHER "Capital Punishment"
[CHORUS:] I gave you fair warning, beware...beware...beware... [2x] [Mobb Deep sample] Yo...what you thought punk, shit was sweet, now you can't sleep Gotta keep ya eyes open wide and hide ya face from the streets I'm like the beast with a warrant, far from alarmin' Gave you fair warnin' now you on the stairs swallin' I'm callin' out any rapper that I doubt, smack 'em in the mouth Throw 'em in the yoke, BOOM!, then I knock 'em out No doubt, Freddie Foxxx files 20-shot auto glock, BLAAOW! Benny blind Puerto Rock style Wit' a twist of black in the brow, twist ya cap and I'm out Sleep wit' the fish-dips for yappin' too loud What's happenin' now Niggaz is hard as hell but they Gargamels Pickin' on the smallest victim gives 'em heart to kill My squad is real and holds it down the hardest regardless Besides of the largest, we polish the floor with the rawest hardcore artists Flawless victory you niggaz can't do shit to me Physically lyrically hypothetically realistically I'm the epitome of catchin' wreck, catch you when you cash your check Smash you when you pass then jack you for your fuckin' Lex Nothin' less than the best if the squad did it Hard-headed niggaz better beware and fear like God said it [CHORUS (4x)] Ay-yo I warned you, now all niggaz could do is mourn you I'm born to kill and still thrilled, I put it on you There's no regrets, remorse, only results and loneliness Only the strong survivors strive through life as warriors All of us die, some of us kill, even massacred Who wanna try Punisher will if you ask for it I'm hazardous for your health and hell's your next stop For real my shit's cocked the world has just stopped... [pause] I'm not the one you should be underestimatin' Come test your fate an' I guarantee I'll be under investigation You can't handle the whole, I'll slam you on your skull Or we can go blow for blow like Evander and Bowe, ya never know However tho' I still hold the title When all my rivals the chance to dance who missed the homicidal Hand on the bible I swear to defend my crown I've been around since forever and never let it touch the ground Don't fuck around and catch a rude awakenin' My crew's basically waitin' patiently for you to move your patrons in Then we'll surround you, form Desert Storm and pound you Look around you, Terror Squad's everywhere like Soundview The Boogie Down do it like nobody, who are we The foundation, you're facin' a whole army... [CHORUS (2x)] [Fat Joe] yeah yeah yeah, whassup now potna! Know I'm sayin' Think this just some rap shit We do this shit for real...Terror Squad nigga! Fuckin' shoot the place up! Muthafuckas know the time. This muthafuckin' rap game. Joe Crack, Big Dog Punisher, Full Eclipse crew What da fuck...WHAT! BEWARE...BEWARE...BEWARE... [fade out]

Proceed With Caution

Benefit
At all costs, (at all costs), at all costs, (at all costs) It's vicious......why it's it's, Inhuman Professional, uppen the decibel a decimal above Extraterrestrial audible vessels For blood audible missiles and vocal dismissals Like Pistols, Tearing through Mc's skeletal bristles Beneficial, Ripping in the kids brain tissues Leaving them a bit retarded with personal issues Personal miss-use, of my tracks is tested deadly Infest the steady, when my tracks oppress the ready To floods the brain like cocaine ingested heavy And less than every, bit of protection when testing benny I've battled plenty, and everyone is rattle empty Without a skeleton to hold 'em up they had to tempt me And then correctly, spitting at me like a Jetski Go ahead and press me, bones crunch like nestle Arrest me, Sentence me and lock me away So the streets can be safe for Mc's to play By the way, when i spit don't get hit by a stray Cause every random word i say can shatter your vertebrae Every verb i spray, is a miss-call herb away Word play, that will keep Mc's on the curb all In a verbal way, I get violent and kill quick To define me kids make up words like Ill-Sick Whose a relic, wack Mc's heads are real thick So the target is big, my metaphors will stick (Chorus) Unnecessary commotion So logical (4x) Proceed with caution Unnecessary commotion So Unsocial (4x) Proceed with caution It will be painful So logical (4x) Proceed with Caution It will be painful So unsocial (4x) Proceed with Caution Behold Benefit, the old and degenerate I heal by the power of the subject and predicate The Pro-ject delivering, hole of the redirect Mc's will fall like the soul of confederates Total Considerate, apologies, follow these Battle anthologies, Mc's say please And possibly I'll display generosity And watch thee velocity, when I'm spitting this atrocity But probably not, and the robberies hot When kids steal my rhymes and ignite on spot If you bite on top, from being wack and dropped Call it I beg Benefit , it may pop And you get a hit, but being illiterate Ignorant, and coming out ill legitament My wrath will reak havoc on your family Gradually, everyone will die through a homicidal tragedy Bone and vital legacy, prophecy place me President of Mc's genocide agency Feeling me is like feeling a flame in hell Casting a demon spell, so Mc's a dreaming well And thinking they're real, knocked out on night Ni-quil In a dream land where they sick and real type ill But lovely dreams soon come to a nightmare When they battle Benefit and they die right there (Chorus) But it will try

Nascar Races

Cledus T. Judd
Who doesn't know what I'm talkin' about If ya ain't into Nascar, you're kinda left out Just find a car and a driver of yer own And paint the number real big on your truck and motor home Jeff Gordon will lead, everybody else follows Its Nemechek's fault we're under a yellow We like the shape of the tracks out west But ask any redneck race fan They'll say Daytona's best We love our Nascar Races Only sissies use their brakes In the Winston Cup chases Less points for second place Dale Earnhardt led 400 miles But Rusty Wallace ended up winnin' on four new tires But the Labontes wouldn't need more than to lead a lap It ain't real good race, unless there's a real big wreck We love our Nascar Races The deafening sounds the motors make We sneak the Beer by the cases Monday Morning beer headache The thing I don't get about these there Nascar races is these boys pull into the pits, get four new tires, a full tank of gas, an oil change, some dents knocked out and four new decals in less than fourteen seconds, but I pull into a Spiffy Lube the other day and it took dang near four hours....now what is up with that As Mark Martin drives away his crew forgets to check the oil He's all out Valvoline, man he blew a coil But it didn't seem like-a that many laps ago When swervin' Irvin came in and took out half of pit road We love our Nascar Races A restrictor plate's an awful thing In the Winston Cup chases Richard Petty was the king Richard Petty's still the king Ain't nobody beatin' the king Honey I know its your mother's birthday, I'll make it next year, just hope its not on a Sunday.

Bad Mutha

Lord Finesse And DJ Mike Smooth "Funky Technician"
[VERSE 1] Lord Finesse is the brother that you have to hear I flow smooth like clouds in the atmosphere I'm spectacular so damn terrifyin That wack MC's don't think about ever tryin To dis or flip cause what it boils down to You won't survive to step to me in round 2 I stand and expand like a great man And swing a party like Tarzan the apeman Say rhymes that are necessary make em extra-scary Watch Finesse and take notes like a secretary I get furious, display experience Lord Finesse is nasty, period (You nasty, baby) [VERSE 2] Lord Finesse in effect with the master rap And I flip on the mic like a acrobat I won't fret, step, but I'll make a rep Usin vinyl wax, or a tape cassette Think I'm weak? Take your next look And get schooled and read like a textbook Cause I'm the better man, and I never ran MC beat me? I give credit to whoever can Cause I terrify, scare, and horrify Couldn't win against me if you let your father try Hang and socialize, rhymes just multiply Me and Mike get with it cause we both are fly Lyrical lecture, word architecture Rap director, the best in my sector Microphone cool chief releasin the smooth speech I get nasty with a pen and some loose leaf (You nasty, baby) [VERSE 3] Lyrical summary, there's only one of me Lord Finesse is far from a wanna-be Cause I can get funky and smooth like cashmere And slay a rapper with rhymes I said last year So don't try roastin or toastin me, or even approachin me I break you physically and emotionally So damn fly at this, so don't even try to dis Put rhymes together like a stupid mad scientist In a laboratory, I'm a brother with a badder story Lord Finesse stand tops in my category MC's are petrified with nowhere left to hide I slay a rapper and go: What's up, who's next to try? I ain't havin it, poetical graduate And me get whipped by who? Imagine it MC's are in jeopardy as soon as they step to me I'm the man ladies break they neck to see Highly explosive and nothin to joke with Cause I can get funky on a fast or the slow tip Cause I'm badder, but it doesn't matter Sharp like a dagger, able to rag a Booty MC who dares try to play me Cause even the ladies tell me (You nasty, baby) [VERSE 4] I rock the science and drop the math And I sketch up rhymes just like Arts Crafts Foes mumble, babble get crushed cause they fragile Release more words than in three games of Scrabble MC Lord Finesse, I reign with supremacy I take one, two, or a team of three Or ten of em cause I could never sound feminine When gettin funky for the ladies and gentlemen Remarkable, I came to rock the show Wax MC's like a bottle of Mopping Glow Lord of rap, and many can't afford to snap And I throw and score like a quarterback Shoot for the touchdown, I'm from Uptown Lord Finesse in effect, so what's up now? Rhyme, slide, and glide, but fit perfectly A swift genius, but no need to worship me I remain hot to make your brain drop Cause I'm a river, and you're just a raindrop Bronx is where I come from, far from a dum-dum Brothers be runnin just to dial 911 Lord Finesse in effect to get lose now My pockets stay fat like a goose down I use the master brain and drive in a faster lane Puttin rhymes in shape just like Jack Lalane Fix it, balance it cause I'm talented I write fly lyrics and dare others to come challenge it I can get nifty, funky, or even fancy (Baby that's nasty) I know, but yo, let's just flow Cause fast or slow I still get the dough And the ladies to cheer and praise me And tell me when I rhyme (You nasty, baby)

Baby, You Nasty

Lord Finesse "Funky Technician"
[VERSE 1] Lord Finesse is the brother that you have to hear I flow smooth like clouds in the atmosphere I'm spectacular, so damn terrifyin That wack MC's don't think about ever tryin To dis or flip cause what it boils down to You won't survive to step to me in round 2 I stand and expand like a great man And swing a party like Tarzan the apeman Say rhymes that are necessary, make em extra-scary Watch Finesse and take notes like a secretary I get furious, display experience Lord Finesse is nasty, period (You nasty, baby) [VERSE 2] Lord Finesse in effect with the master rap And I flip on the mic like a acrobat I won't fret, step, but I'll make a rep Usin vinyl wax, or a tape cassette Think I'm weak? Take your next look And get schooled and read like a textbook Cause I'm the better man, and I never ran MC beat me? I give credit to whoever can Cause I terrify, scare, and horrify Couldn't win against me if you let your father try Hang and socialize, rhymes just multiply Me and Mike get with it cause we both are fly Lyrical lecture, word architecture Rap director, the best in my sector Microphone cool chief releasin the smooth speech I get nasty with a pen and some loose leaf (You nasty, baby) [VERSE 3] Lyrical summary, there's only one of me Lord Finesse is far from a wanna-be Cause I can get funky and smooth like cashmere And slay a rapper with rhymes I said last year So don't try roastin or toastin me, or even approachin me I break you physically and emotionally So damn fly at this, so don't even try to dis Put rhymes together like a stupid mad scientist In a laboratory, I'm a brother with a badder story Lord Finesse stand tops in my category MC's are petrified with nowhere left to hide I slay a rapper and go: What's up, who's next to try? I ain't havin it, poetical graduate And me get whipped by who? Imagine it MC's are in jeopardy as soon as they step to me I'm the man ladies break they neck to see Highly explosive and nothin to joke with Cause I can get funky on a fast or the slow tip Cause I'm badder, but it doesn't matter Sharp like a dagger, able to rag a Booty MC who dares try to play me Cause even the ladies tell me (You nasty, baby) [VERSE 4] I rock the science and drop the math And I sketch up rhymes just like Arts Crafts Foes mumble, babble get crushed cause they fragile Release more words than in three games of Scrabble MC Lord Finesse, I reign with supremacy I take one, two, or a team of three Or ten of em cause I could never sound feminine When gettin funky for the ladies and gentlemen Remarkable, I came to rock the show Wax MC's like a bottle of Mopping Glow Lord of rap, and many can't afford to snap And I throw and score like a quarterback Shoot for the touchdown, I'm from Uptown Lord Finesse in effect, so what's up now? Rhyme, slide, and glide, but fit perfectly A swift genius, but no need to worship me I remain hot to make your brain drop Cause I'm a river, and you're just a raindrop Bronx is where I come from, far from a dum-dum Brothers be runnin just to dial 911 Lord Finesse in effect to get lose now My pockets stay fat like a goose down I use the master brain and drive in a faster lane Puttin rhymes in shape just like Jack Lalane Fix it, balance it cause I'm talented I write fly lyrics and dare others to come challenge it I can get nifty, funky, or even fancy (Baby that's nasty) I know, but yo, let's just flow Cause fast or slow I still get the dough And the ladies to cheer and praise me And tell me when I rhyme (You nasty, baby)

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