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I spit that wonder ryhmer shit/
me and my conglomerates/
shall remain anonymous/
caught up in the finer shit/
get that type of media coverage obama get/
spit that Kurt Vonnegut/
that blow your brain, kurt cobain/
that nirvana shit/
who gone bring the game back/
who gone spit that Ramo on the train tracks/
that gold rope, that 5 finger ring rap/
runnin with my same pack/
you can find find the christ where the lepers and the lames at/
life is like a dice game/
one roll can land you in jail or cuttin’ cake, blowin kisses in the rice rain/
nice whip, nice chain, a closet of skulls/
the stench is like slave blood in providence hall/
they built my city on top of a grave/
nigga die, nigga get high and watch the parade/
back then the early 90’s/
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 a chariot/
im sittin pretty spittin flames, grippin grain/
ain’t a damn thing changed/

they say candy man, candy man spit me a dream/
blow a chunk of the levy out and spit me a stream/
knock a man house down and build a casin’/
a two thousand dollar government check from FEM' [FEMA]/
i swam down shits creek and came up clean/
with a new lease on life like andy dufresne/
its the, most poetical/
nat king unforgettable/
clarence 13 extra large/ (clarence 13x)
rhapsody from bellevue/
im splittin atoms, spittin flames, bringin change/
things’ll never be the same/
i got the rap game singin at last like etta james/
lames get they plane shot down like john mccain/
it’s a dream, it’s a dream/
the flows elagant like mrs. coretta scott king/
a lot of kings seen death and turned queen/
crack they 24 inch rims in the ravine/
respect the architect, never test the (Elohim?)
good night, this is jay elect. live from new orleans/

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