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be easy - jay electronica lyrics

be easy, you ain’t really ready for war
with a bunch a live wire n-gg-s ready for war
so be easy you ain’t really ready for war
with a bunch of live wire n-gg-s ready for war
when the drama get to poppin’ well be at your door
we can take it to a world you never seen before
talk slick get your -ss whipped down to the floor
be easy my n-gg- be easy

off top i bring the hot hot sh-t
that toxic
you know how i spit
that revolutionary pac sh-t
some times i rhyme slow, sometimes i rhyme quick
sometimes i tell a hater to get off my d-ck
my flow is mega sick
your flow is delicate
big cars big guns the bling the rhetoric
call me jay boogie
microphone under my hoody
you cornball rappers couldn’t do nothing to me
ultra-magnetic flowetic rhyme poetic grind daily
divine mind kinetic i shine blind with the light of the macli
seventy six trillion years i’m still here, honey you motherf-ckers couldn’t match me
from new york to cackalacky, california to tallah-ssee, i terrorize a wack emcee
i be wilin’ on you
i be stylin’ on you
i’m wagin’ war with the devil
the asiatic rebel is back swing

pawn to e-six move swift but cunning
keep my knights on flank and my bishops gunning
my b-l queen she hold me down lovely
the gravitational pulls too strong for you to budge me
it’s a lyrical miracle
pound for pound syllable for syllable
i’m the unf-ckwithable
eighty percent of my life i was subject to ridicule
but it was the fuel that helped me to reach the pinnacle
the flows like snowman i’m abominable
this war has scarred me but the damage was minimal
paid dues
slayed crews
did my sheriff dirt but never made news
the god stay smooth
made moves like kasparov
my sins like snake skins homey i cast ’em off
meet the elite throne crusher, the god fearin’ zone rusher
perform under pressure,
n-body’s fresher
the soul stepper

most of you lames never heard of me,
i’m the third ward born phenomenon don won sportin’ the burberry
dippin’ in the flashiest car,
in the mic booth spittin’ the ras wa
the blase blah
blase splee
you might find me in the d
gettin’ grimy with the d-a-m to the e
mr. porter in the -lak-
black pearl in the back
run your nab pack the loud gats that say sprrrraaat
where your mans at now pa?
he ain’t around and he never show his face when it’s time for the style war
i’m gettin’ busy with the one two stick ’em
let the rhythm hit ’em
sound like a prism n-gg- who is ‘im
jay electronica, lord of the rings
baptizing ‘yall with fire water slaughtering kings
from seven mile to magnolia we crack soldiers
somebody shoulda’ told ya’
the rap game is over

- jay electronica lyrics

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