PRELUDE TO A FREESTYLE

Jay Electronica

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I fell out the sky like baby Superman to a farm on kansas

Now the world wanna see my story all on camera

That’s Magic

Described by a Hater,

That’s tragic.

Billy Shakespeare was in his grave doin backspins.

The attractive power of every verse was so intense the ladies required napkins.

The credits rolled:

Below average seemed lavish,

Garbage ass rappers

With a goudy no class chain and a fitted turned backwards

Black on black anti semite rap wazyap

I’m out that nolia So niggas’ll surely clap if I askem

Whip a nigga out his clothes from freret to jackson

Nobody’ll ever wonder about or talk about what happened

Cmon Son

Who Better than us?

them?

They ain’t even figure out they own styles yet man

And every rhyme I ever spit out my face was spotless

Any bitch I ever said strip to got topless

Any click whoever said shit

They got rocked

So sugar Shane Mosley yo ass right out the cockpit

We natural born fly goes

Twist up yo Garcia vegas and toast to the wise guys

We made it to the high rise

Georgy and weezy and Lionel and Jenny kravitz

Jigga and J. Cole

Jay Electronica

Magic

Jeeeeesus

Uprisings in Egypt

the black gods free up

the Land erupt

I hope one yall is feelin me

Some of yall gotta wait til the final act of the trilogy to get it

Oh I get it

Niggas wanna hear spit it

But I never take shots

Without establishing pivots

Itsy bitsy spider climbing up the water sprout

Moses and his staff hit the Roc and got the water out

powerful parables

I learned from the lips of my uncle Charles comin outta the VA like clipse

Now there’s a whole wealth to dig thru

but yo shit it’s too shallow for me to dig you

Feel me

Man these wack niggas kill me

Yeah wordplay is nasty but your rhymes don’t thrill me

You lose

Quit believing in the news

The Asiatic Blackman conveniently rude

Sincerely yours