Official Lyric Video by J A Y E L E C T R O N I C A “The Neverending Story”
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“The Neverending Story” Lyrics:
[Verse 1: J A Y E L E C T R O N I C A]
Have you ever heard the tale of
The Noblest of Gentlemen who rose up from squalor
Tall dark and decked out in customary regalia
Smelling like paraphernalia
Hailing from the home of Mahalia
His uptown smile was gold like a Frankie Beverly day
His favorite song from Prince was not raspberry beret
It was sometimes it snows in April
He was brought up by The Faithful
In the cage of every unclean bird
Ungrateful and hateful
The Legend, of the clandestine reverend from the bricks
With the Master’s Grip to pull the Sleeping Giant out the ditch
And I ain’t even have to wiggle my noise like bewitch
I just up shift to 6 convert the v4 into a broomstick
Though I tarry the valley of death
My Lord give me Pasteur
If you wanna be a Master in life you must submit to a Master
I was born to lock horns with the devil at the brink of the Hereafter
Me, the socket, the plug and universal adapter
The Prodigal Son, who went from his own vomit
To The Top Of The Mountain with five pillars and a sonnet
The autobiography read Quranic
Spread love like Kermit The Frog that permeate the fog
I’m at war like the Dukes of Hazzard against the bosses of the hogs
gip gip gigiddy
Alchemist put the icing on the soliloquy
Let it be forever known that I niced up the pen something considerably
Jay Electollah Flomeini is a poet mainly
The Fatwah he issued on Al Shaitan was delivered plainly
It’s The Day of Qiyama
To the believers I bring you tidings of joy
But if you want beef I’ll filet mignon ya
You could catch me bummy as fucked
Or decked out in designer
on I-10 W to the desert
On the Diavel like a recliner
Listening to everything from a lecture from The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan
To Serge Gainsbourg or Madonna
Or a podcast on piranhas
What a time we living in,
Just like the Scripture says,
Earthquakes, fires plagues
The Resurrection of The Dead
[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
I’m a miracle
Born with imperial features
I’m a page turner
Sage burner, Santeria
Chongón, December baby
My Orishas
Saint Hov
Story takes place in ancient Egypt
They cut off the nose, to spite their face
They’ll steal your Jesus
I can’t tell Hattie White that blue eyed version
Is make believe stuff
She’ll throw me out her house
Say ye deliver us from this heathen
I say that to Ms. Tina
She’ll sneeze at son
Her photic reflex
They both had straighten combs
Little did they know
I hold the heat next
Neither two, can be used, to fix our defects
PS, we born perfect
Fuck all the B.S.
Everybody want to be us for real
We just got to see us
Inshallah
[Outro: The-Dream]
I tried to turn that page
Over a zillion times
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12 мар 2020
