[Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind] She said she never fell in love with a Superman Christian, Muslim, Protestant, Lutheran I told her that being a mortal is a portal To the true nature of growth; the Christlike Buddha man That's why I never spit the traditional garbage of a knife fight Bright lights, white ice to the fans The radio is just a stereo, like a house ain't a home And a chair is just a chair, ask Luther Van Go to work; go to church let your dreams die Bow tie, Final Call, and a bean pie Yarmulke for Hanukkah, wish list for Christmas This is the gist of the life that we lead, why? So you can fit in, with the closed-minded in the sit-ins And get clothes-lined in the ed-end I could care less about a plaque and Benz And getttin' Punked on TV by my friends Don't get a nigga wrong I get tempted by the rewards that all come along with nigga songs But what does it mean if I'm a Muslim and you a Jew And because of that alone we don't get along And when you talk like this, and try to walk like this The radio stations'll never put a nigga on Just Mims, just 50, just Wayne, just Jeezy Dem Franchize Boyz, and Jimmy Jones Fuck that, fuck rap this God-hop King-dom mu-sic for the hard rocks I'ma spit it till TRL get it and Hot 97 hit a nigga with a bomb drop Ask Flex, ask Slay, ask Whoo Kid Just Blaze said Jay is the new kid I took Eternal Sunshine and I looped it No drums no hook just new shit
[...Because He Broke the Rules] The handling of a heart's A very delicate art Cause it's paper thin One irrelevant thought That started out as a spark Could be a poisonous dart That leaves a permanent mark That's ice cold in the day and burns in the dark And makes you never wanna see her face again Tee-hee, what a place I'm in Lead me to the sta-tio-n A one-way ticket, don't look back One cold tear that frozen crack A whole lotta pain I'm holdin' back Chav said, "Eff that, roll the sack" I said: "If my skull was cracked And blood ran out to the cul-de-sac That could not match me where I'm at" My memories flash me there and back Yup there goes me right there in black Holdin' hands, not starin' back She starts cryin' I start denying, its my fault And I'm aware of that Man, in hindsight signs be glarin' back Wheres the map to show you where you're at? I can hear the crowd yelling I can smell the tire smoke I can hear the starter pistol wheres the track Ring no answer came home late Jane told Dick she had a date But they was just chillin' And at that moment the right brain says to the left just kill em Make the headlines Make the front page Wild out in the court house man thrill em They'll say: "The boy dead wrong but I feel 'im"
[Voodoo Man] Voodoo man, chicken bone chicken bone I can make a thunderstorm from a light rain My ears start ringing My nose get bloody I feel a little bit of pressure on my right brain Intermission transmission Put me in submission Glistening trapped in the light prison whistling The Christ told me come closer to the light man I went blind woke up in front of a mic stand
Voodoo man, tap dancing in the French Quarter Walking on water with a scroll in my hand The blueprints for a disc shaped-like vessel That was chiseled out of metal off the coast of Japan Fasting on the top of a mountain I went to Tepoztlán Saw a shiny object floating out of the ocean I'm sort of like a postman You can get the message if you want to understand From the rap Son of Man
Voodoo man, civilize the savage Criticize the parish Spreading false doctrine Terrorize the cleric For carrying on nonsense Specialized lies to paralyze the conscience Voodo man, Chit chatter Abracadabra, Spitting out matter While I'm shitting out data Mmm, chew 'em up shitting out rappers Sipping Pellegrino while I'm giving out matches Set yourself on fire Let the wisdom of Elijah Purify ya take a nigga higher Sold your soul to the high-est buyer Now you're on the wire Talking about two-foot tires Saying you sell crack Clapping at cats with macs But you a liar pants on fire Same old rugged cross Different crucified messiah
[FYI] While you was blowin' X amount of dollars on a bracelet The sovereign nation of France was openin' they files on the UFO phenomenon: i.e. spaceships Its just the facts, Jack may as well face it Every rhyme I write the seal get cracked in the chapter of Revelations A atom get cracked in the blackness of meditation Mysterious shit Call me Jay Dogon I'm on some serious shit Scholars wonder why don't he bust Allah blessed me with a Midas-y touch Everything I lay the hands turn to Ethiopian gold: shiny and buffed I got a firm understandin' on the minus and plus So I ain't got time to argue with a rapper bout how he ain't got rhymes That's fuckin' with mine's I'm trying to kill Lucifer, so if I have to brake Cause a rapper in my face tellin' me that he the great You can bet a shiny nickel I'll blast his motherfuckin' ass way past Jupiter You couldn't be stupider Fuckin' with the nuc-u-lear Mayan, Aztec lion Asiatic Blackman from Zion Quetzalcoatl supreme, lettin' off steam Dimethyltriptamine make a man dream But y'all would much rather hear me rappin' bout trash The size of Erykah's ass, blunts and cash We need savin' Minds are consumed with swine we need bathin'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
