JAY ELECTRONICA lyrics - The Jay Electronica Project

The Day

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[Intro:] Whack niggas sleep rappin' and woke up in trouble Whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble You were cool ten years ago, you fucking lex bubble [Verse 1: Curren$y] Brand new tires, Rollin down the same old strip New party same old chicks I'm so sorry If I don't look happy to be here In your label office but they said I can't smoke weed here Man fuck it I'm out black on And I'm bout it fool I got a studio in my house Along with some the perks That come with my work Pretty twenty something sleeping in my Diamond Supply shirt There is not a adjective to describe how I work Hard is not enough brother I'm tougher Whack niggas with that sleep rappin' and woke up in trouble You was cool ten years ago you fucking lex bubbles, bubble You gotta know when to hold em', know when to fold em' Learn how to roll with the punches Take em' to school give these niggas brown bag lunches If it ain't the jets then it ain't nothing [Hook: Yasiin Bey] Yo the king closed his cloak the set was overfull Such a excellent moment, so emotional He rushed out on the field, so devoted for Final victory clutch they went postal cold Glory overload, hold up hold my coat Please remember this day This changes everything we can do anything Until you show anyway [Verse 2: Jay Electronica] My momma told me, "Son, always call a spade a spade" Be like Chuck D never be like Flavor Flav But that clock around his neck is so fly And the way he complimenting Chuckie with that bow tie flow Make me feel high so I'm gon' spit it my way Excuse me as I do me cruisin' rudely down the high way I'm young, black, intelligent, elegant, blasé Back to the thesis Back to to shooting kraps and talking smack to the polices Back to black and gold ballys Dickes with the creases Pulling youngins by the coattails Schoolin' em' who the beast is I pray this flow is dumb enough ugh I pray my heart is DMC and Reverend Run enough Cause I'm a throw my number up I'm a throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks And summon up the thunder what? The voodoo man is coming bruh Can't see the forest for the trees It's okay, I got my jigsaw and my lumber truck Tell them boys their run is up [Hook]

At Night

AZ "9 Lives"
I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from... This is...this is projects I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from And who the hell you be gettin' Urban wolves Dream team baby The sosa of the game has returned Brooklyn Black sopranos Let's play [Verse 1] Nice and smooth, white knights, icey jewels So cool, but the slightest shit ignite my fuels Love it low, stay in mine, attach semi Cuz its hard to enter rap just passin' by XK8, it's all good, the next they hate Was never the type of nigga that flexed his weight See, frontin just ain't my forte, I'm all foreplay Hoppin' out the porsche, drop products on graves My slow grind story niggas cosign for me Y'all slouch rappin' fake trash niggas' rhymes bore me Adore me, respect niggas way before me Since a shorty, in love wit big guns and orgies Engaged to it, guzzlin' that beige fluid Spazzin' like its the music that made me do it Move through it if you that thorough, I'm certified Through the grapevine, I know that niggas heard I'm live [Chorus] I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from... This is projects I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from And who the hell you be gettin' [Verse 2] Look, look, I be postered up like I'm toasted up nice Stop niggas from gettin' killed, broken up fights Blunted at the park jams, opened up mics Now its on us, in the [?] I focus on right Its hardball, now niggas can't call foul Y'all can't get wit me, I can't fall now Immune to the murderous plots Been about it way before niggas heard I was hot Heavy jewels, the type to keep the herb in the sock A fresh pair, and I fuck wit them Germans a lot Let's play, pop bottles like its no tomorrow Ricky Ricardo, the young black Leonardo Part Spanish, my robe'll make the dark vanish Too complicated for y'all 85's, don't understand it Respect game, there's rules as a criminal So recognize I'm a five star general You touchin' who [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yo, yo, at time its hard illin', it kinda scars the feelings But what yall want from a game that's involved in millions Cars, and chillin', sex wit' they broads, but villain It could find a broke man, have him harm civilians Its like a larson and razor blades but robbers spinnin' Niggas runnin' from court tryna dodge they sentence The odds is endless, moms can't calm the menace Its like Saddam's in us, comin' fully armed for business Chrome pubelies, smoke great, two tone seventies Five miles on the same line, the zone is deadly Hope heaven got a ghetto for us In the hood, for the hustlers that bled before us Weep slow, soak in, feel the Schweppervesence Specialize foot notes for the adolescents Locked in, there's beef in the game now I know its deep but the streets know the name now The war is on [Chorus]

Black, Masta Ase---Hellbound (H H Remix)

EMINEM "Fucking Crazy"
[Announcer] Welcome back, to the stage of history [Eminem] Yo.. Slim Shady! Yo.. I'll fuckin.. I'll.. I'll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww) Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to The only key that I see to defeat you would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you and force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse you'll think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you (Bitch!) I ain't no fuckin G, I'm a cannibal I ain't tryin to shoot you, I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!) Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket to fill it full of explosive gasses and close it back with a lit match in it while I sit back and just hope it catches Blow you to fragments Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes Chorus: J-Black (repeat 2X) I see the light at the end But every time I take a step, it gets dim Tell me is this hell we're livin in? If so, heaven's got to be better But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down [J-Black] Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never) I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse I'ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, 'til the liver spot One day we all gon' die But when I die, I'ma be so high that I'ma get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare with the chalk outline still there I smoke 'til I choke and I sex a lot I got a cross on my chain but it's just a rock Now if I pray everynight (night) Do I still have to hold my trey very tight? You feel me God? I done did so much shit while on Earth I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a Nordface Nickle nine at my waist, God done lost faith Angels greet me but I don't reply back Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where's Thai at? Chorus 1/2 [Announcer] Maxie was seriously wounded but the soul still burns Final battle, fight! [Masta Ace] Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her Ten blocks, untie the bitch and I still bag her Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel Everyday I grow more older, and more colder Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare Cause you fuckin with some niggaz like this who just don't care Chorus [J-Black] But every time I take a step, it gets dim.. Tell me is this hell we're livin in? Haha.. [Announcer] Time's up! You lose!

Hellbound

EMINEM "Off The Wall"
[Announcer] Welcome back, to the stage of history [Eminem] Yo.. Slim Shady! Yo.. I'll fuckin.. I'll.. I'll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww) Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to The only key that I see to defeat you would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you and force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse  you'll think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you  (Bitch!) I ain't no fuckin G, I'm a cannibal  I ain't tryin to shoot you,  I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass  and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!) Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket to fill it full of explosive gasses and close it back with a lit match in it  while I sit back and just hope it catches  Blow you to fragments Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes Chorus: J-Black (repeat 2X) I see the light at the end But every time I take a step, it gets dim Tell me is this hell we're livin in? If so, heaven's got to be better But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down [J-Black] Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never) I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse I'ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, 'til the liver spot One day we all gon' die But when I die, I'ma be so high that I'ma get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare with the chalk outline still there I smoke 'til I choke and I sex a lot I got a cross on my chain but it's just a rock Now if I pray everynight (night) Do I still have to hold my trey very tight? You feel me God? I done did so much shit while on Earth I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a Nordface Nickle nine at my waist, God done lost faith Angels greet me but I don't reply back Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where's Thai at? Chorus 1/2 [Announcer] Maxie was seriously wounded but the soul still burns Final battle, fight! [Masta Ace] Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her Ten blocks, untie the bitch and I still bag her Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel Everyday I grow more older, and more colder Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare Cause you fuckin with some niggaz like this who just don't care Chorus [J-Black] But every time I take a step, it gets dim.. Tell me is this hell we're livin in? Haha.. [Announcer] Time's up! You lose!

Pronto

CRU "Da Dirty 30"
featuring The Lox [Jadakiss] My outlet is full of powerful niggas Electrify ya tie spark up the lah Keep the room dark let me fill out my high Then slap box my ghost 'til one of us cry Jae to the Won can niggas fuck around? And they better say nah word to Allah They dyin' down I got iron now Run upon 'em cock it back tie 'em down If he try to move then I gotta lie him down From Y O aka Riot Town I used to buy it, but I just supply it now Y'all used to talk, but you're all quiet now You know what it is that really makes it scrape it Have a lot of cars, and the lot still vacent And you won't stop speakin' 'til I leave you on the cement Leakin', all hot none eatin' [Yogi] Slow down son, you're kill 'em Ok you can bring it to 'em Everyday, just like Mary J. Sippin' iced teas in the E J Partyin', 'til your bare remain You're killin' 'em, ok you bring it to 'em Everyday, just like Mary J. Honeys at the bar sippin' Alaze Cru and Lox is your hair remain I know you brailin' me, baby Yogi's in the lead, you're trailin' me, baby The PHd's can't compete mines is better than yours Then we can take it to the streets, my rum's redder than yours BX where the attic sniffy chalk outline And the clubs they shout mine, shit's about time Chad and Mighty Ha key the predicate felon When he make bell he eat more booty than Ellen Who you tellin'? The world is mine like Esco If not, at least a house and Esgro Turnin' ghetto stars into Uncle Tom's Yogi, the mellow low key Understandin' my crew is strictly Shark Bar Champagne toastin' while you splittin' Clark Bars I'd rather be live at The Tunnel with Flex Then on the corner holdin' bundles, next [Styles] Y-O's time to see the hunger in me And I see the same thing in niggas younger than me Like they live, they ain't got a slice to give In the broken down home and they priceless kids Why wouldn't it grab the gun, heist the crib And the never learn shit until twice their bid Like the world turn around funny clown money Everybody laugh when they have it What about the addic niggas that'll hustle for years 'Til they see the graveyard up at the tip Playin' spades, you in the world and playin' sharades If the wait jumped off you ain't touch a gernade Wanna die for the cause? Lie for the doors Niggas wanna play but never took time to pause Learned to remind and check the phat four Try to plug it in they wanna slice up the chords [Chadio] Yo, yo if you got the doe, B, than show me Cause I'm walkin' these streets and no one know me It's gon' change though, with the ill strange flow In the 9-8 push my a black Range Rove I keeps the real, seperate from the fake If I kill, yo, I'm doin so for the cake Blastin' go to a distant land See my gun's like church to a Christain man It's the code of the streets no time the explain Free that soul on up to the next plain Remember the pain, two shots from the flame Remember the bloodstains, the cold wet rain Little light guys with little white lies We takin' out cash and flippin' big white pies You rather run wild with your 9 mil. slant You watchin' too much Stallone and Van Damme [Sheek] Yo Lox, what the fuck, what the fuck walked in here Where my crew at, wave your shit in the air Now bust 'em once for the niggas who ain't with you And jam above , show muthaphuckin' love We make cake, but to make cake you need batter So it ain't kickin' that shit the beat ain't gonna matter Lox and Cru, el familia to you So if you want it you can get the 60 shot pronto Sheek that kid that spit out like tabacco Lyrically fucked out, a fit ain't chips, we ducked out Won't touch out if it ain't a 7 figure route Aye yo, Chad papa, where that cranberry and vodka Let's get flicks, spit on the niggas like this From Y-O to B-X y'all niggas straight C. S. But we count the Benjamins and collect Che-X My begets shine on my neck like I'm flex [Mighty Ha] Give 'em what they want, this what they lookin' for Y-O-G, Chadio and The Mighty Ha Hit 'em in data once again with buttah hits Baby Chris ridin' with my peeps Mark Pitts Comin' with the buttahs, production Y-O-G Grab a chickenhead, lets crack the bubbly Flows by the Gods cause the styles pronto Dayes ya go, dayes ya go

P.b.e. (Powerful Beautiful Excellent)

John Forte "Poly Sci"
featuring Jeni Fujita 20 Grand Pikasoe [Forte' Speaking] Political science... The study of politics mixed with science... Speak on it baby... [Jeni Fujita Singing Chorus] As I look in your eyes I see the sunrise I see the moonshine! [20 Grand Pikasoe 1st Verse] I'm from the days of the Colt 45's and gang bangers Cocaine slangers who sliced doors no time to cook up Them niggas like raw It's all about the dollar now, white powder now He owed us money so I watched my niggas tie him down The conflict is crucial, police is neutral in this battlefield Where the battles grill, like cattles grill for a platter mil I even watched little Darryl deal I love the ghetto, hate the ghetto Must've been a genius who helped make the ghetto So I sit back and taste the 'retto I got beef, how can you misplace my metal? It's a sob story, it's bad the way they robbed Tory Of course, must've been religious 'Cause they took a small tainin' across Wrong game to play, boss Every night's a bug out They shot up every corner where I hung out Some nights I cry to this Even though it's posi-flip (?) [Jeni Fujita - Singing chorus] It's like the sunrise Just like the moonshine! The rain stops, and your girl smiles...just for you (Yeah) For you don't know, the love I have for you! [Forte' - 2nd Verse] Mommy, I keep my name on your brain like Missy With The Rain, I'm from the school of stolen sneakers Speakers and heavy chains, no lie To the knowlie, why? God see I , learned the ways of the street, degrees in Poly Sci Many days under heat It pays for sticking him Watch him beast on the lean, routine curriculum Black vans, maybe a TransAm, exams get done Pop Quiz, figure out them niggas who hit son God give, God take away And it's easy to see Spell 'til, the lord kill indiscriminately We infinitely excel, keep the fans compelled The bigger picture, watch the ones who're wit' ya I clean the pie, and seen 'em die Travel life more than once Maybe, me and I...had been greeted by, so many conceded eyes That'd be wise, when I met too many girls around the world And delete the lies [Jeni Fujita - Singing Chorus] It's like my music, a new tune you never heard Hear, your heart beat The bass hits! And you feel it It's real it's not a sample! I saw you playing my piano! Unh-Huh! [Forte - 3rd Verse] Now I, rock jew-els now and then A little lights - n - platinum A little beef on the street, no harm in clappin' them Savage nations, ghetto life no ramifications Dead debating, keeping every crackhead basing My auntie steady saying that we wasting, money I like tasting, the finer things in life, like a mason Police, plague - hatin' Everything that the court own Brownsville would pry, classified as a warzone The Brook god, so trife Originale low-life To sport it, boost it, the ghetto can't afford it Trade it, sort it, stress, new port it No tags never ordered You broke it, you bought it A twenty five - to life, my little son-son caught it 'Til this day, we admit it, that we did it, he 'gon bid it Kept his mouth shut, and never shitted On who his murder flirted with death Like every team, aiight! You know the verdict! [Forte - Speaking] Want me to say it one more time Ma, is that what you want?... [Jeni Singing] Say one more time! [Forte - Continues] For every city blocker, glock rocker Cats who get they weight off, for every kid who had a parent laid off No healthcare, had us co-dependents out on welfare Speak amongst yourself, 'cause in the streets, no one else care The powers that be, I see you knelt there Them jealous cats who slang crack, I'm glad to send you back, 'cause you dealt there We all wanna shine for basis, 'til we easy LG for GP, only the realest niggas meet me Conversing through the wee-wee hours of the morning, sleepy Always stay alert, 'cause the pain hurt too deeply Ain't nothing changed, I'm stuck on myself 'Cause you mundane You wonder while you're just gold? You're stuck on one plain Now we must hold, very fueled make it through the threshold I'm blessed though, the head distincts before I let go A major death toll It's all about the babies, fuck the best coast I keep my family eating, 'til I'm done breathing [Jeni Fujita - Singing Chorus] Hear, your heart beat! (Forte' - You heard?! .....Nutzbaby] The bass hits, and you feel it It's real, it's not a sample! I saw you playing my piano! Unh- Huh! All you had to do, was make a record! Yeah All you had to do, was make a record! Say one more time! All I want to do, is hold you! Forever, Forever and ever, if you need to lean on me! Don't run, I'm here for you, Just like the sunrise! Just like the moonshine!

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