Sunday, November 01, 2009

Jay Electronica - Exhibit C



The internet is going nuts. I can't stop hearing the positive opinions about this amazingly dope track by Jay Electronica. This dude dropped Exhibit C and everyone is raving about it. I remember seeing him perform at Toad's Place in New Haven, CT when Nas was the headliner. He got on stage in front of a restless crowd that already waited 2 hours plus for the main man Nas to get on stage. Many people must've not known much about Mr. Electronica himself. I knew some. Won't front and act like I know dude's history. I don't. Just know enough to know he an MC to keep one ear on heavily until he drops an album so I can have both ears on his music. Notice how I said MC and not rapper. This dude lyrically spits Sistine Chapels. He got on stage, did 2 songs, didn't get a great response. Guessing his lyrics were going way over the heads of the alcohol indulging patrons. Perhaps it was just not familiar enough. Then he had the music off and went a cappella. Worse response. Some booing. A bottle thrown. Threats from Jay himself. And this is a dude that Nas cosigns. Too lyrical? Too deep? But isn't Nas that also? Didn't understand it. The crowd was filled with morons who wouldn't know a gem if the speaker was infused in the ear canal. Anyways, here's the track that thanks to the internet, blogs, tweets, emails, etc., I've been abusing. Check it out!

Jay Electronica - Exhibit C (Prod. Just Blaze)



Lyrics:
When I was sleeping on the train
Sleeping on Meserole Ave out in the rain
Without even a single slice of pizza to my name
Too proud to beg for change mastering the pain
When NY niggas was calling southern rappers lame
But then jackin' our slang
I used to get dizzy spells, hear a little ring
The voice of a angel telling me my name
Telling me that one day Imma be a great man
Transforming with the MegatronDon spittin' out flames
Eatin' wack rappers alive shittin' out chains
I ain't believe it then, nigga I was homeless
Fightin', shootin' dice, smoking weed on the corners
Tryna find the meaning of life in a corona
Till the 5%ers rolled up on a nigga and informed him.

"You either build or destroy, where you come from?"
"The Magnolia projects in the 3rd ward slum"
"Hmm, its quite amazing that you rhyme how you do
And how you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru."

Question 14 Muslim lesson 2: Dip diver, civilize a 85er
I make the devil hit his knees and say the our father
Abracadabra! You rockin' with the true and living
Shout out to Light Out, Joseph I, Chewy Bivens,
Shout out to Baltimore, Baton Rouge, my crew in Richmond
While ya'll debated who's the truth like Jews and Christians
I was in Cecil B, Broad St, Master, North Philly, South Philly, 23rd, Tasker
6 Mile, 7 Mile, Hartwell, Gratiot
Where niggas really would pack a UHaul truck up
Put the high beams on
Drive up on the curb at a barbecue and hop out the back like "whats up"
"Kill a nigga, rob a nigga, take a nigga, buss up"
That's why when you talk that tough talk I never feel ya
You sound real good and you play the part well
But the energy you givin' off is so unfamiliar
I don't feel ya.

Nas hit me up on the phone said "what you waitin' on"
Tip hit me up on a twit said "what you waitin' on"
Diddy send a text every hour on the dot sayin' "when you gon drop that verse nigga you takin long"
So now I'm back spittin' that He could pass a polygraph
That Rev Run rockin' Adidas out on Hollis Ave
That FOI, Marcus Garvey, Nikki Tesla
I shock you like a eel, electric feel, Jay Electra.

They call me Jay Electronica
Fuck that, call me Jay ElecHannukah
Jay ElecYarmulke
Jay ElecTramadaan Muhammad Asalaamica RasoulAllah Supana Watallah thought your monitor
My Uzi still weigh a ton, check the barometer
I'm hotter then the mothafuckin' sun, check the thermometer
I'm bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man
My momma told me "never throw a stone and hide your hand"
I got a lot of family, you got a lot of fans
That's why the people got my back like the Verizon man
I play the back and fade to black and then devise a plan
Out in London, smoking, vibin while I ride the tram.


(If lyrics not 100% accurate, feel free to correct.)

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