The Ghost Of Christopher Wallace
Jay Electronica Lyrics

The game ain't been the same since B.I.G died
The music industry has not been the same since Biggie Smalls passed away

And Wu swarmed on New York from out that beehive
Wu-Tang Clan exploded onto the New York music scene

Don't talk to me bout MC's got skill
Do not talk to me about rappers who are skilled

Don't talk to me bout whose the king of the hill
Do not talk to me about who is the best rapper

Don't talk to me bout whose the best alive
Do not talk to me about who the best alive rapper is

Or whose in your top five, cause he's not ill
Even if they are in your top five favorite rappers, they are not truly great

Real recognize real, stick to your deal
True greatness is recognized by those who are truly great, so stick to your own style

Try to make a cool mill' off the sin-gle
Trying to make a million dollars off of one song

With that ringtone to appeal, in three years, you'll be nil
Using a catchy ringtone to try to make a hit song, but your fame will fade within three years

Meal by mouth, my appeal down south
I am famous in the southern United States and use my talent as my livelihood

Is like the Nation of Islam's when Ali knocked Liston out
My talent is like Muhammad Ali's knockout punch against Liston; it is undeniable

A universal change from what appeared as just bout
When two people compete, the outcome can change the world

All aboard, it's the last train, soul train
This is the last chance to get on the Soul Train

A bottle of Ciroc could turn a private jet to Soul Plane
Drinking Ciroc can make you feel like you're on a luxury flight

Put your seats back, your tray down and feet up
Relax and enjoy the ride

Cause we about to heat up
Get ready for something amazing

From Baton Rouge to Jerusalem, rap crews we bruisin' 'em
We are intimidating rap groups from Baton Rouge to Jerusalem

Crooked mouth, flat-footed, cops man, we losing them
Police cannot catch us, we move too fast for them

Let me see some ID, nigga fuck a ID
Police demand identification, but we do not care about it

You been getting head from crackheads in the lobby
You have been receiving oral sex from drug addicts in the hotel lobby

Mr. Officer, please observe my skin tone
Police only harass us because of our skin color

Please observe the prophecies of hurricane and brimstone
The police are ignoring the warnings of natural disasters and doom

The flow's so Tolstoy, Fyodor Dostoy
My rap style is as complex as the writing of Tolstoy and Dostoevsky

Half oyster, half shrimp, fully dressed po-boy
I am a mix of different styles but always fully equipped

Lyrically I'm unfuckwitable, unforgettable, one tough miracle
My lyrics are unbeatable, unforgettable, a miracle of skill

Competition's none, I leave 'em dumb stuck critical
I have no competition; my skill leaves others speechless

That some luck, pitiful, better luck next time
That is bad luck and pitiful; do better next time

We young, black, and restless, hung, black, and reckless
We are young, black, and full of energy, willing to take risks

My name's on every guest list, I bang on every set list
I am always at the top of the guest list, and I perform at every show

Went to London town, tore it down and threw my necklace
I went to London and killed my performance, then threw my jewelry into the crowd

Even twitter said that Jay Elec be on that next shit
Even Twitter knows that I am the future of rap

I should be arrested
I am so talented that it should be illegal