JAY ELECTRONICA lyrics - The Jay Electronica Project

Glass Everywhere

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A great friend of mine, Michael Chavarria, introduced me to J Dilla... the very last words he ever said to me was... "You are ready." [Ronald Reagan speech sample:] "You and I have a rendezvous with destiny. We'll preserve for our children this, the last best hope of man on earth, or we'll sentence them to take the last step into a thousand years of darkness." I overheard niggas sayin' Jay was on the verge He could make Rumsfeld resign with rhymes he never heard Commune with the birds And could manipulate matter with the usage of words While you was blowin' X amount of dollars on a bracelet The sovereign nation of France was opening their files on the UFO phenomenon I.E., spaceships It's just the facts, Jack, may as well face it Every rhyme I write a seal get cracked from the chapter of Revelations A atom get cracked in the blackness of meditation Mysterious shit Call me Jay Dogon, I'm on some serious shit Scholars wonder "Why do he bust?" Allah blessed me with the Midas-y touch Everything I lay hands turn to Ethiopian gold, shiny and buffed I got a firm understanding on the minus and plus So I ain't got time to argue with a rapper 'bout how he ain't got rhymes that's fuckin' with mine I'm trying to kill Lucifer So if I have to break cause a rapper in my face tellin' me that he's the great You can bet a shiny nickel I'll blast his muthafuckin' ass way past Jupiter Couldn't be stupider Fuckin' with the nuclear Mayan, Aztec lion, Asiatic black man from Zion Quetzalcoatl supreme, lettin' off steam Dimethyltryptamine make a man dream But y'all would much rather hear me rappin' 'bout trash The size of Erykah's ass Blunts and cash We need saving Minds are consumed with swine We need bathing Go home, fast for three days, and reflect ... [Ronald Reagan speech sample:] "You and I have a rendezvous with destiny. We'll preserve for our children this, the last best hope of man on earth, or we'll sentence them to take the last step into a thousand years of darkness."

I'm All That

DJ Jazzy Jeff The Fresh Prince "Homebase"
Spill the beans on the table I always say... Extra, Extra read all about Fresh Prince is back You wonder how it Happen I wasn't rappin' For a long time But now I'm back with a strong rhyme Look, near the camera, snap my picture I'll sign my name on it, then I get richer Like LL said don't call it a comeback And face the fact Jack I'm all that (I know ya gonna dig this) Here I am in the flesh (Who is) I'm the funky, funky, funky fresh Rhyme authority Rhythm console Hip-hop liaison Rap Ambassador Do the daring, the king of the cut Prince of poetry and all that stuff Sexy, sexy, making the honey's yell Girlies passin' out, ah well Back from the dead, like Jason People thought I was over, they were erasin' Me and Jeff's names out of the hit list But ah, ah, ah not so quick Comin' back at cha Can't go back at cha Catch this fast ball I'm throwin' at y'all Wake up and smell the coffee, I'm back now Thanks for keeping my girl warm for me, pal The man with the cape, the crown in the center Out for a while, but wisely kept up Pen and paper, so when I had my Oppor-tun-ity, to rap I set my goals and then I shot for What I do best, funny, to hell with hardcore Voice on radio, face on TV Spankin' new funky rhymes on a CD Out to attack The wack Full contact It's gonna be a long night go get a knapsack I gotta getta make ya face the fact That I'm the best rapper on wax I'm all that (Get wicked) Get up, get down, get funky, get loose I'm the best show and I got proof In the past there was always that kid doubted But now I'm back and there's no doubt about it The writing is on the wall (Come on) Gimme ya mic and a stage and I'm a rip it, rip it, up y'all 'Cause I can flow Is there another rapper in the world, like me? Hell no! No one's like me Others try to bite me Bad deba deba bad mike me Someone like me somewhere To just not hear Where the hell they at? Who cares? 'Cause your got the ace in the hole The simple lover brother Numero uno The rapper with soul Comin' out a little on the new tip For those of you that thought I couldn't do this Yo well consider it done It's the same got the parents just don't understand the same one people said that I couldn't rap ha ha ha well you can stop that coz I'm a rapper and a half and in the past I chose to make people laugh and I was criticized for that some called me soft, some called me wack I gotta admit y'all I felt bad (Who'd ya call) so as usual I called my Dad He's sort of a fifty-one year old Casanova He said son, Yo, come on over. He sat me down and he told me this Son when your all that, you're gonna get dissed He put his arms around me and he said son I was all that when I was young So pump that point on And set my sights on Making a record that people thought was the: ??height jon, height joint, high joint??? Philly, born and raised I've been Gone for days I can't wait to get back With my new track Rhyme like lava Voice like a volcano I rhyme through your radio Words like draedo A Porsche not eleven and I don't stall Jack (Yo) We all that

Easy Rider

ACTION BRONSON "Mr. Wonderful"
[Verse 1:] Praise the lord, I was born to drive boat Feeling like Slash in front of the chapel I'm leaned back with the Les Paul Shit I smoke is like cholesterol Spilled dressin' on the vest at the festival The best of all, had a midget Puerto Rican at my beck and call Best believe that there was neck involved Fucked around and almost wrecked the Saab Uh, we took acid for ten days straight up in the mountains Started running with the stallions Playing frisbee in the West Indies Did the tango with my kidneys Eyes open, now I know just who my kids need Rockin' very loose pants, yeah Rockin' very loose pants, yeah Bury a million in the sand, by the clock tower Before I die, take a hot shower [Hook x4:] Ride the Harley into the sunset [Verse 2:] By chance I seen her in the lobby of the Ritz With her man, the one that swings a hockey stick I was wearing all white, and my hair was looking precious Shit, I might cop a chest and a dresser A little machine to make espresso I heard your bitch still wears Ecko Hide drugs behind the box of De Cecco Live from the Expo, it's me I wear the wolf in the winter Steer the coupe from the center Who gives a fuck, I'm a sinner I had dreams of fuckin' Keri Hilson in my Duncans Woke up naked at the Hilton with a bitch that look like Seal's cousin Bite the eel by the dozen (Got to take it for the team) Bite the eel by the dozen [Verse 3:] Pump the bass in the trunk Shit rattled like a baby hand Except this toy cost 80 grand And I'm crazy tan, from all the places that I've been Just from writing words with a pen Tell the pilot "land the plane" On Roosevelt and Main Put a jacuzzi on the seven train And lay John Coltrane play with that cocaine face I know your crabs from that Old Bay taste The brass band was seven pieces My bitch's name is Peaches We got twin Mac elevens with the features Shit you barely got sneaker money So much dick in their mouths, that's why these motherfuckers speaking funny You need to speak clearer dear, cause I can't hear ya (I can't hear ya) You need to speak clearer dear, cause I can't hear ya [Verse 4:] The Magic Johnson of the game These lames don't want to play with me Smile on your face, but I really know you hatin' me I know you mad, cause I'm sick, and it's plain to see, it's me [Hook x6] [Outro - Guitar]

Eyes May Shine

XZIBIT "At The Speed Of Life"
Eyes May Shine Yeah yeah Look, you could've got away but your response wasn't quick enough Can't preserve life 'cause the best wasn't thick enough Teflon, Napalm, Homicide scenes These are a few of my favorite things! But I ain't Mary so ain't a damn thing poppin Only death disease and a whole lota palm trees Not only for mics, Xzibit is a way of life Until my death so I celebrate success Best of the best wouldn't test these waters with a yacht Sendin' sixteen shots across your parking lot All up on your proximity drinking Hennessy Holdin down ground like the Statute of Liberty So nobody ever can rush my spot And the torch stay lit so I ain't worried about shit It ain't where your from it's al about how you represent! Unfamiliar faces better know who your fuckin' with [Chorus]: (2x) Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit And all of that shit And you still won't step So what's next? All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin [You Better off buckin yourself] [You need to stop frontin] I'm only comin' through when it's time for collection Xzibit forever nasty, spread like infection Ain't no protection ever made by man to withstand this punishment In other words runnin' shit Keep your eyes wide cause the style gets darker I make papers and see more new cars than Bob barker 'Cause if the price ain't right then it's time to take flight Let the piece go twice to make sure you see the light Plus I'm dreaded not by the locks but by the cops And flocks of females that only think with their croth Unlimitted smoke The bonified cut throat Columbian neck tie Now don't you look fly I'll leave you there to be discovered by your mother Or maybe your brother or your boty boy lover No matter your backround Xzibit never backs down Be prepared for static and semi automatics in your grill [Chorus]: (2x) Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit And all of that shit And you still won't step So what's next? All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin [You Better off buckin yourself] [You need to stop frontin] Everything that come around go 3.6.0. Longtitude and latitude It's alll in the attitude I'm in the mood to put a twist on things Xzibit here to rock the planet 'till the fat bitch sings The shit is closer than you think Don't blink it might be over in a matter of seconds I'd like to say this off the record But it's not So I testify to the fact Chronic mixed with the Yak make a hellified contact It makes it real easy to trip Unload the whole clip on your block then split! Aint no answers to the test you taken Never move fakin' Can't be shaken' From my solid foundation like this [Chorus]: (2x) Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit And all of that shit And you still won't step So what's next? All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin [You Better off buckin yourself] [You need to stop frontin]

Relax With Pep

Eric B. Rakim "Don't Sweat The Technique"
Relax with pep My styles will move I'm calm but deadly, heat up but cool I'm rough as a right hook but still look smooth Even when I'm unseen, I show and prove Women, I give 'em pain and still soothe As I 'll put you down ?(when them)?, hard to put up wit Swell up like helium but I can make you fit I'm taking what I want and make you wanna give it here Provoking you to flaunt, you get the idea Got it, gone, my schedule is packed My day is lay back 'cause I'm ahead of all that Then I can relax 'cause I'm before my time I hand you a manual before the rhymes So you can catch up and keep up and move right alone The day is kind of off but I can get it on I'm taking it step by step and when the night is in depth It's cool 'cause I'm relax wit pep Relax wit pep Relax wit pep I inchant a riot wit a quiet storm Is it the way I parlay or the knowledge being born All praise due to the magnificient, most high and magnificient From him, I was sent wit intent to invent New ways for better displays, for better days No more crimes, I got rhymes and it pays I'm prepared to take mine and get mine And I can protect mine even wit a rhyme or a nine A silent rage but ?(I'm amplified)? Rhymes multiply, it's hard to provoke when I Put a mode in effect, the episode's correct Reload and you don't know code to respect I get swift and change a rule, adapt the master But still remainable, rap gets faster Reacts and projects and tracks and it get To the max, it's in depth, it attacks but it's relax wit pep Relax wit pep Relax wit pep, relax wit pep Check one, them I'm a check another one, two The R's brand new so you can view a view I got equisite, exhibit, explizzit Is it a whiz kid or kid quiz it, well is it Relax, I'll track out, lap the halpf stepper Here come the right one baby and Dr. Pepper So check the wreck up scale rhymes overload Blow up and explode, abrupt and reload the code You can't pinpoint a low cape, the rape Or evaluate the up to date, skate Up front, laid back, coming off on track Girls want some of this because I'm all of that Sweat the concept as the ?(epps)? in depth As the track is kept, you can't intercept the step React and projects and it tracks and it gets To the max and in depth, it attacks but it's relax wit pep Relax wit pep Relax wit pep, it's relax wit pep

Heartache

J. COLE "The Warm Up"
[Intro:] Yeah yeah yeah Elite Elite Elite... Elite Ya know [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah Slim nigga, lyrically on my limbs Bigga then a nigga hittin' the gym Regular benchpressin' the bar, Ten steps up from ya'll, you could follow my lead, If you shoot for the stars, I guess you aimin' at me But please hold your applause Ya'll holdin' up the wall goddammit I'm on the flo' Good Lord, can't you see me gettin' down on a ho And she drop it so low she sittin down on the flo' I never pound with the flo, at times I wonder Aye when they listen to my shit man can they hear my hunger? Or will these hatin' ass rappers try to steal my thunder Aye this is big shit poppin', you gon' need a plunger To take me under, niggas in trouble You lookin' at Lebron James of the game I could do anything that you name I could blaze any rapper in the game that you bring Pour gasoline on the brain, got the flame for that So you hatin' niggas refrain from that A little bitter cause yo game is whack I'll let Elite breathe, yeah I'll let Elite breathe, yeah [Chorus] Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine Take what's mine Hey, hey [Verse 2] A dolla and a dream, that's all a nigga got So, if it's 'bout that C.R.E.A.M, then I'm all up in the spot I'm just warmin' up, I'm hot but naw I ain't flashin' I never gave a fuck about no high-end fashion And maybe I was too broke, maybe I'm just too dope To rap about that regular shit, or bag a regular bitch These niggas talkin' like they on the next level and shit But Cole's flow so cold, Bet the devil get sick How do you want it? So sick I make you mentally vomit These rappers askin' for beats and they ain't even fit to be on it I see 'em writin' about rappers, I should be sick to my stomach Because they talk 'bout the future but didn't mention me on it So now I'm back in the kitchen, cookin' I'm meant to be one of the greatest No niggas seein' me, this century us and you hate it Look how I played it, other niggas was jaded Under-appreciated, now Carolina is rated I let Elite breathe, yeah Hey, uh uh uh I let Elite breathe, yeah [Chorus] Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine Take what's mine Hey, hey

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