Текст: Jay Electronica. Exhibit A (Transformations) .
I spit that wonderama shit, me & my conglomerates
Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finer shit
Get that type of media kovi-obama get, spit that kurtvana kid
That blow your brain curt cobain, that nirvana shit
Who gon bring the game back?
Who gon spit that rainbow on the train track
The boy who wrote that 5-finger ring rap
Runnin with my same pack, you can find christ rollin leopards and the lames at
Life is like a dice game, one roll can land you in jail or cuttin kick blowin kisses in the rice rain
Nice whip, nice chain the closet and skulls
Snakes is like slave blood, it privated all
Yea!
They built my city on top of a grave, nigga die, nigga get high and watch the parade
Back then the early 90s, where they at, where they at
Get the gat, get the gat was a popular phrase
Valley animals and rugby was a popular craze
This is vivid meimoirs of a obnoxious slave
I pave ways like Matt & Harriet
I blast on niggaz you scarriet and peel off on a charriet
Unh!
I'm sittin pretty spittin flames, grippin grain
Ain't a damn thang changed
They say, "Candyman, Candyman spit me a dream"
Blow a chalk of his levy out and spit me his dream
Knock a man's house down and a build a caseem
A $2000 dollar goverment check from fiend
I swear I'm down shit creek and came up clean
With a new lease on life like Andy Du'Fre
It's the most poetical, immaculant unforgettable
Clearance XIII nexular rap shit eve from Bellevue
I'm splittin atoms, spittin flames, bringin change
Things will never be the same
I got the rap game singin at last like Edna James
Lames get they plane shot down like John McCain
It's a dream, it's a dream, the flow is elegant like Ms. Coretta Scott King
Alot of kings say death can turn queen, crack they 24-inch rims in the revime
Respect the architech, who can test the ellaheim?
Goodnight. This is Jay Elect live from New Orleans
Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finer shit
Get that type of media kovi-obama get, spit that kurtvana kid
That blow your brain curt cobain, that nirvana shit
Who gon bring the game back?
Who gon spit that rainbow on the train track
The boy who wrote that 5-finger ring rap
Runnin with my same pack, you can find christ rollin leopards and the lames at
Life is like a dice game, one roll can land you in jail or cuttin kick blowin kisses in the rice rain
Nice whip, nice chain the closet and skulls
Snakes is like slave blood, it privated all
Yea!
They built my city on top of a grave, nigga die, nigga get high and watch the parade
Back then the early 90s, where they at, where they at
Get the gat, get the gat was a popular phrase
Valley animals and rugby was a popular craze
This is vivid meimoirs of a obnoxious slave
I pave ways like Matt & Harriet
I blast on niggaz you scarriet and peel off on a charriet
Unh!
I'm sittin pretty spittin flames, grippin grain
Ain't a damn thang changed
They say, "Candyman, Candyman spit me a dream"
Blow a chalk of his levy out and spit me his dream
Knock a man's house down and a build a caseem
A $2000 dollar goverment check from fiend
I swear I'm down shit creek and came up clean
With a new lease on life like Andy Du'Fre
It's the most poetical, immaculant unforgettable
Clearance XIII nexular rap shit eve from Bellevue
I'm splittin atoms, spittin flames, bringin change
Things will never be the same
I got the rap game singin at last like Edna James
Lames get they plane shot down like John McCain
It's a dream, it's a dream, the flow is elegant like Ms. Coretta Scott King
Alot of kings say death can turn queen, crack they 24-inch rims in the revime
Respect the architech, who can test the ellaheim?
Goodnight. This is Jay Elect live from New Orleans