Jay Electronica - Dealing lyrics
[Jay Electronica - Dealing lyrics]
At night time all I do is pray and cry homie
Cause everytime I call home
Somebody dyin' on me
And every time I look around
Somebody lyin' on me
Mr cheney Mr ridge steady spyin' on me
I got one foot in the grave
One foot in the gutter
One foot on the camera lens
One foot on the shutter
I'm trying to stop time so I can breathe
Man I'm grindin
Play record no pause fast forward rewindin
The truth is the light
But absolutely blindin
And niggas feel the pain on they
Brain when you remind them
About them project walls that we confined in
About them six by eight cells we linin'
Bricks on consignment
A nigga lost his iron and
Club behind the diamond
The cops hit him with a club
He swung back they hit him with a slug
Then the judge hit him with a dub
His baby mama threw up the saga continues
I was born to clash with the fake
Wrestle with Jake
Lay real low in the grass with the snakes
Torment them with the fire when
They raise they head
And I'm sorta just like Elijah
Cause I raise they dead
After they stink and rot for days in
The grave that I rose from
Deport the dead part of the
Game then the flows come
Flood the industry with three
Quarters of life
I'm takin this world of Sa tan
To war with a mic
Please God back me as I swing
The sword of the Christ wavy hair fiery eyes
Not entirely wise
Provoking these devils go to
War with they squad
After war show them to the
After party with God
I stroll the blocks with a dope man bop
I'm high caliber my team shine supreme we
Gleam on you amateurs
I stay big sportin fedoras
Charcoal grey tweed sport coat
Jeans and diadoras
Ya'll niggas ain't really really ready
For Muhammad because I'm hungry
Grimey and grungy
I want ya mind fuck the money
Don't get me wrong, I want cream and all that
But, if that's your only objective
In rap you all wack
I make the untrue niggas head
Sweat like skull caps
Hall back launchin a bolo
Makin they skull crack singin them dull raps
Like that was hot shit
Shit, I was sayin that back in the 80s
When niggas was rockin emblems off
The back of Mercedes on rope chains
Back when niggas thought of
Cookin rocks outta cocaine i was hot then
A little poor nigga spittin the vicious
Flavor delicious poetic swift shit
I regulate in the ring like P whitaker
One rhyme get rid a ya
I won't even consider ya for battle
You schools on speed I'm full throttle
Used to be in clubs tossing
Chairs and cracked bottles
Ruckus and ra ra, made my rhymes mantequilla
Livin leyenda, numer un contenda
Never let a day slip by without agenda
That's just a little jewel
From Farrakhan to remember so, que te pasa?
Representando por la raza
Niggas wanna step but they legs
Too short to salsa
You got courage I'll blast it out ya
Seriously doubt ya
Spit til ya blueprint is ripped
Then re-route ya fucker
Cause everytime I call home
Somebody dyin' on me
And every time I look around
Somebody lyin' on me
Mr cheney Mr ridge steady spyin' on me
I got one foot in the grave
One foot in the gutter
One foot on the camera lens
One foot on the shutter
I'm trying to stop time so I can breathe
Man I'm grindin
Play record no pause fast forward rewindin
The truth is the light
But absolutely blindin
And niggas feel the pain on they
Brain when you remind them
About them project walls that we confined in
About them six by eight cells we linin'
Bricks on consignment
A nigga lost his iron and
Club behind the diamond
The cops hit him with a club
He swung back they hit him with a slug
Then the judge hit him with a dub
His baby mama threw up the saga continues
I was born to clash with the fake
Wrestle with Jake
Lay real low in the grass with the snakes
Torment them with the fire when
They raise they head
And I'm sorta just like Elijah
Cause I raise they dead
After they stink and rot for days in
The grave that I rose from
Deport the dead part of the
Game then the flows come
Flood the industry with three
Quarters of life
I'm takin this world of Sa tan
To war with a mic
Please God back me as I swing
The sword of the Christ wavy hair fiery eyes
Not entirely wise
Provoking these devils go to
War with they squad
After war show them to the
After party with God
I stroll the blocks with a dope man bop
I'm high caliber my team shine supreme we
Gleam on you amateurs
I stay big sportin fedoras
Charcoal grey tweed sport coat
Jeans and diadoras
Ya'll niggas ain't really really ready
For Muhammad because I'm hungry
Grimey and grungy
I want ya mind fuck the money
Don't get me wrong, I want cream and all that
But, if that's your only objective
In rap you all wack
I make the untrue niggas head
Sweat like skull caps
Hall back launchin a bolo
Makin they skull crack singin them dull raps
Like that was hot shit
Shit, I was sayin that back in the 80s
When niggas was rockin emblems off
The back of Mercedes on rope chains
Back when niggas thought of
Cookin rocks outta cocaine i was hot then
A little poor nigga spittin the vicious
Flavor delicious poetic swift shit
I regulate in the ring like P whitaker
One rhyme get rid a ya
I won't even consider ya for battle
You schools on speed I'm full throttle
Used to be in clubs tossing
Chairs and cracked bottles
Ruckus and ra ra, made my rhymes mantequilla
Livin leyenda, numer un contenda
Never let a day slip by without agenda
That's just a little jewel
From Farrakhan to remember so, que te pasa?
Representando por la raza
Niggas wanna step but they legs
Too short to salsa
You got courage I'll blast it out ya
Seriously doubt ya
Spit til ya blueprint is ripped
Then re-route ya fucker