Be Easy - Jay Electronica

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 well 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…

Off top I bring the hot hot shit

That toxic

You know how I spit

That revolutionary pac shit

Some times I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick

Sometimes I tell a hater to get off my dick

My flow is mega sick

Ya flow is delicate

Big cars big guns the bling the rhetoric

Call me jay boogie

Microphone under my hoodie

You cornball rappers could’ntdo nothing to me

Ultramagnetic flowetic rhyme poetic grind daily

Divine mind kinetic I shine blind with the light of the macmilli

Seventy six trillion years I’m still here, honey you motherfuckers

could’ntmatch me

From new york to cakalacky, california to tallahasee, I terrorize a wack MC

I be wilin on you

I be stylin on you

I’m wagin war with the devil

The asiatic rebel is back swing

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 flows like snowman I’m abominable

This war has scarred me but the damage was minimal

Paid dues

Slaid crews

Did my sheriff dirt but never made news

The god stay smooth

Made moves like Kasparov

My sins like snake skins homie I cast em off

Meet the elite throne crusher, the god fearin zone rusher

Perform under pressure,

Nobodys fresher

The soul stepper

Most of you lames never heard of me,

I’m the third ward born phenomenon don won sportin the burberry

Dippin in the flashiest car,

In the mic booth spittin the ras wa

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

Run your nab 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 gettin 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 slaughterin kings

From seven mile to magnolia we crack soldiers

Somebody shoulda told ya

The rap game is ova