was as curious as his narrative
The tale of his life is the tale of a
writer of incredible vision
An astute analyst and pundit
A lyricist compassionate and callus
and disaffected malcontent
I spit that Wonderama shit,
caught up in the finest shit
Get that type of media coverage Obama get,
That blow your brain Kurt
Cobain, that Nirvana shit
Who gon' bring the game back?
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,
They built my city on top of a grave
Nigga die, nigga get high
"Where they at, where they at?
Get the gat, get the gat"
Rugbys was a popular craze
This the vivid memoirs of a
I pave ways like Nat and Harriet
I blast on Judas Iscariot and peel
I'm sitting pretty, spitting flames,
Ain't a damn thing changed
do you ask a dolphin how it swims? (No)
Or an eagle how it flies? (No)
You are about to bear wit
To one of the greatest technological
advances in modern history
Behold, the confectionery behemoth
They say "Candyman, Candy
Blow a chunk of the levee out
A $2000 government check from FEM-
With a new lease on life like Andy Dufresne
Clarence 13X Allah's rhapsody
I'm splittin' atoms, spittin' flames
things will never be the same
I got the rap game singing "At
Lames get they plane shot
It's a dream, it's a dream
The flow is elegant like Miss
A lot of kings seen death
Crack they 24- inch rims in the ravine
Goodnight: this is Jay Elec, live