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 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 macmilli 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 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 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 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 Runyun 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