Oh Jay.

Verse 1

She said she never fell in love with a superman
Christian, Muslim, Protestant, Lutheran,
I told her that being immortal is a portal to the true nature of growth; the Christ like Buddha man
That’s why I never spit the traditional garbage of a night flight, bright lights, white ice to the fans
The radio is just a stereo, like a house and a home, a chair is just a chair, ask Luther Van
Go to work; go to church let your dreams die
Bow tie, final call, and a bean pie
Yamaka for Hanukah, wish list for Christmas
This is the jist of the life that we lead, why?
So you can fit in, with the close minded and the sit-ins, and get clothes lined in the e-end
I could care less about a plaque and Benz and get Punked on TV by my frie-ends
Don’t get a nigga wrong, I get tempted by the rewards that all come along with nigga songs
But what does it mean if I’m a Muslim and you a Jew and because of that alone we don’t get along
And when you talk like this, and try to walk like this the radio stations’ll never put a nigga on
Just Mims, just 50, just Wayne, just Jeezy, Dem Franchize Boyz, and Jimmy Jones
Fuck that, fuck rap this God-hop,
King-dom mu-sic for the hard rocks
Imma spit it till TRL get it and Hot97 hear the nigga with a bomb drop
Ask Flex, ask Slay, ask Who Kidd
Just blaze said Jay is the new kid
I took Eternal Sunshine and I looped it
No drums no hook just new shit

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Verse 2

The handling of a heart’s a very delicate art ’cause it’s paper thin,
When irrelevant thought that started out as a spark could be a poisonous dart that leaves a permanent mark thats ice cold
in the day and it burns in the dark and makes you never wanna see her face again.
Tee hee what a place i’m in, lead me to the sta-ti-on,
a one way ticket, don’t look back, one cold tear that froze the crack,
a whole lot of pain i’m holding back, Shaft said “F that, roll the sack.”
I said “If my skull was cracked, and blood ran out to the cul-de-sac” that could not match me where i’m at,
my memories flash me there and back. Yup there goes me right there in black, holding hands, now staring back.
She starts crying, i start denying and its my fault, i’m aware of that.
Man in hindsight signs be glaring back, where’s the map to show you where you at?
I can hear the cry yelling, i can smell the tyre smoke, i can hear the starter pistol, where’s the track?
Ring, no answer. Came home late. Jane told Dick she had a date. But they’s just chillin’
And at that moment the right brain says to the left “Just kill ’em.”
Make the headlines, make the front page, while out in the courthouse man thrill ’em
They’ll say the boy dead wrong but I feel him.

Verse 3

Voodoo man, chicken bone, chicken bone, i could make a thunderstorm from a light rain.
My ears start ringing, my nose get bloody, i feel a little bit of pressure on my right brain,
intermission, transmission, put me into submission, listening, trapped in the light prism, whistling. The Christ told me “Come closer to the light man.”
I went blind, woke up in front of a mic stand.
Voodoo man, tap dancing in the French quarter, walking on water with a scroll in my hand, the blueprints for a dish shaped like vessel that was chiseled out of metal off the coast of Japan.
Fasting on the top of a mountain out in Topos land, saw a shiny object floating out of the ocean,
im sorta like a post man, you can get the message if you want to understand from the raps and the man.
Voodoo man, civilized or savage, criticized the parish read in false doctrine, terrorised the carriage for carrying on nonsense, specialised lies to paralyze the conscience.
Voodoo man, chit chatter, abracadabra, spitting out matter while im shittin’ out data.
Mmm, chew ’em up, shittin’ out rappers, sipping pellegrino while im giving out matches.
Set yourself on fire, let the wisdom of your logic purify you, take a nigga’ higher, sold your soul to the highest, buy em, now youre on the wire talking about 2 ft tyres, saying you sell crack, clapping at cats with max but you a liar, pants on fire.
Same old rugged cross, different crucified messiah.


~ by vibesandtribes on October 19, 2009.

One Response to “Oh Jay.”

  1. yesssss this song is amazing 🙂 cant wait for new jay elec shit

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