Jay Electronica - Exhibit A lyrics

rate me

spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerates

Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit

Get that type of media coverage Obama get, spit that Kurt Vonnegut

That blow your brain Kurt Cobain, that Nirvana shit

Who gon' bring the game back?

Who gon' spit that Ramo on the train tracks

That gold rope, that five-finger ring rap

Runnin' with my same pack

You can find the Christ where the lepers and the lames at

Life is like a dice game:

One roll could land you in jail or cutting cake, blowing kisses in the rice rain

Nice whip, nice chain, a closet of skulls

The stench is like slave blood at Providence Hall, yeah

They built my city on top of a grave

Nigga die, nigga get high and watch the parade

Back in the early '90s

"Where they at, where they at?

Get the gat, get the gat" was a popular phrase

Bally Animals and Rugbys was a popular craze

This the vivid memoirs of a obnoxious slave

I pave ways like Nat and Harriet

I blast on Judas Iscariot and peel off in the chariot

I'm sitting pretty, spitting flames, gripping grains

Ain't a damn thing changed

They say "Candyman, Candyman, spit me a dream

Blow a chunk of the levee out and spit me a stream"

Knock a man's house down and build a casin-

A $2000 government check from FEM-

I swam down shit's creek and came up clean

With a new lease on life like Andy Dufresne

It's the most poetical, Nat King unforgettable

Clarence 13X Allah's rhapsody from Bellevue

I'm splittin' atoms, spittin' flames

Bringin' change, things will never be the same

I got the rap game singing "At Last" like Etta James

Lames get they plane shot down like John McCain

It's a dream, it's a dream

The flow is elegant like Miss Coretta Scott King

A lot of kings seen death and turn queen

Crack they 24-inch rims in the ravine

Respect the architect, never test the Elohim

Goodnight: this is Jay Elec, live from New Orleans