Jay Electronica - The Ghost Of Christopher Wallace lyrics

rate me

The game ain't been the same since B.I.G died

And Wu swarmed on New York from out that beehive

Don't talk to me bout MC's got skill

Don't talk to me bout whose the king of the hill

Don't talk to me bout whose the best alive or whose in your top 5

Cause he's not I'll

Real recognize real, stick to your deal

Try to make a cool mill off the single

With that ringtone appeal

In 3 years, you'll be nil

Meal by mouth, my appeal down south

Is like the nation of Islam's when Ali knocked Liston out

A universal change from what appeared as just about

All aboard, It's the last train, soul train

A bottle of ciroc could turn a private jet to soulplane

Put your seats back, your tray down and feet up

Cause we about to heat up

From Baton Rouge to Jerusalem

Rap crews we bruisin' em

Crooked mouth, flat footed

Cops man we losing them

Let me see some ID, n-gga f-ck a ID

You been getting head from crackheads in the lobby

Mr. Officer, please observe my skintone

Please observe the prophecies of hurricane and brimstone

The flow's so Tolstoy, Fyodor Dostoy

Half oyster, half shrimp, fully dressed po-boy

Lyrically I'm unf-ckwitable, unforgettable

One tough miracle, competition's none

I leave em dumb stuck critical, that some luck, pitiful

Better luck next time

We young, black, and restless

Hung, black and wreckless

My name's on every guestlist

I bang on every setlist

Went to London town, tore it down and threw my necklace

Even twitter said that Jay Elec be on that next sh-t

I should be arrested