Be Easy

[Refrain]

Be easy, you ain't really ready for war

With a bunch a live wire niggas ready for war

So be easy you ain't really ready for war

With a bunch of live wire niggas ready for war

When the drama get to poppin we'll be at your door

We can take it to a world you never seen before

Talk slick get your ass whipped down to the floor

Be easy, my nigga, be easy

[Verse 1]

Off top I bring the hot hot shit

That toxic

You know how I spit

That revolutionary Pac shit

Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick

Sometimes I tell a hater to get off my dick

My flow is mega-sick

Your flow is delicate

Big cars, big guns, the bling, the rhetoric

Call me Jay Boogie

Microphone under my hoodie

You cornball rappers couldn't do nothing to me

Ultramagnetic flowetic rhyme poetic grind daily

Divine mind kinetic, I shine blind with the light of the Mahdi

Seventy six trillion years I'm still here

None of you motherfuckers couldn't match me

From New York to Cakalacky, California to Tallahassee

I terrorize a wack MC

I be wilin on you

I be styling on you

I'm waging war with the devil

The Asiatic rebel is back swinging

[Refrain]

[Verse 2]

Pawn to e-6 move, swift but cunning

Keep my knights on flank and my bishops gunning

My BL queen she hold me down lovely

The gravitational pulls too strong for you to budge me

It's a lyrical miracle

Pound for pound, syllable for syllable

I'm the unfuckwitable

Eighty percent of my life I was subject to ridicule

But it was the fuel that helped me to reach the pinnacle

The flow's like snowman I'm abominable

This war has scarred me but the damage was minimal

Paid dues

Slayed crews

Did my share of dirt but never made news

The God stay smooth

Made moves like Kasparov

My sins like snakeskins homie I cast em off

Meet the elite throne crusher, the god fearing zone rusher

Perform under pressure

Nobody's fresher, the soul stepper

[Refrain]

[Verse 3]

Most of you lames never heard of me

I'm the Third Ward born phenomenon

Don Juan sporting the Burberry

Dipping in the flashiest car

In the mic booth spitting the rah wah

The blase blah

Blase splee

You might find me in the D

Gettin grimey with the D-A-M- to the E

Mr Porter in the lak

Black pearl in the back

Runyon Ave pack the loud gats that say sprrrraaat

Where yo mans at now pa?

He ain't around and he never show his face when it's time for style war

I'm getting busy with the one two stick em

Let the rhythm hit em

Sound like a prism nigga who is em

Jay Electronica, lord of the rings

Baptising ya'll with fire water slaughtering kings

From Seven Mile to Magnolia we crack soldiers

Somebody shoulda told you

The rap game is over