Fairyality Tale

[Intro: Jay Electronica]

Uh  huh

It's the realness

Don't feel this

All praises due, yeah

[Verse 1: Jay Electronica]

The god Je'Ri goes clean off of the edge

My life is like a movie, spit a scene off of the head

Agents in the temple make obscene offers to feds

I run up in they cypher if it seem off of they fez

Style holding my square 'cause if I lean off then I'm dead

Spit a hot shot and leave your team awfully red

Club promoters that'd see me gleam off of me bread

The leprechauns left the party cream offer me bed

Allah team convene over cream coffee and eggs

Building and atoning, We live for the moment

At times I kick back and shed tears when I'm zoning

Flowing in the whip shifting gears when I'm rolling

I shook off my kirch struggled years with the omen

Emcees that come near catch a severe microphonin'

I came along paying dues and such

Biting emcees and whack rap crews get touched

You ain't got a lot of heart, but my crew's too rough

Yo a lot of false gods got drove when we arove

Hardy heartless record execs offer me gold

This world nailed Je'Ri to the cross, but he rose

With all power

Switching the game cause it's all sour

Thugs claiming they thugs, but they all cowards

Wisen up young bucks, you out of touch with reality

And that can only lead to fatality

[Verse 2: ???]

Same old scenario niggas, but the scary old niggas

Got shit twisted up to reality and illusions and mix it up

We fallen and forgotten how to get back up

And in turn react up, cats on this block be like actors

Like we ain't got to suffer consequences of sabbath's actions

Everything we do should be totally intact

That's why the fuck that you laughin'

I speak with urgency cause this nonchalancy doesn't servin' me

This is an emergency

[Verse 3: Jay Electronica]

I knew this kid Jack, he was nimble also pretty quick

Used to hustle off his powder bags on African defith

A faithful blackstone, busting at the GDs, the GP

Locked up every other week and phoning home, like E.T

Jill paid his bail, you know the one who do nails?

Were in the back of the shop, you get the burnout on your cell

Yeah, she dig me, I met her once before inside the fig tree

Before it was the spot where all the undercover pigs be

But back to the subject, Jack they called a menace to the public

Cause he was on some thug shit, you loved it

Whipping let the slugs drip and blood drip with tight crews

But he was on some Tom Cruise shit

Back at school, went to college on a scholarship

I don't know what happened

Two years later out of school, now he's clappin'

Strappin' macs trapped in a world of dissatisfaction

Slippin' and blastin', gettin' lost in the mister action

A victim of the system, a waterless sea

Yo his cream-lusting heart grew harder with greed

He was a wild style child, busting guns was his steez

Outside of his girl and his seed he didn't care who else bleeds

But one day Jack decided to retire from gun play

Didn't wanna see the graveyard where all his thugs lay

Dying young, Jack didn't want to hear that

But what goes around knows exactly where you live at

About a month later Jack got his life right

And he and Jill took his son to the park one night

It was the first time his seed was standing up for him

And then this 'round-the-way kid ran up on him

And said, "Yo cousin', I got plans for you"

Cause my moms OD'ed at the hands of you

Cocked his shit back, hit two at his seed

Block the shit back

Until this day, Jack the nimble never forget that

The moral to this story is not that hard

You go home and figure it out

[Outro: Jay Electronica]

Fairyality tale, chump

Feeding our babies with the garbage

It's whack, you ain't real

The whole squad is whack

You whole record label is whack

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