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Jay Electronica - Ghost Of Soulja Slim

Ghost Of Soulja Slim
Jay Electronica
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[Louis Farrakhan:]
So, all you scared to death negros, just sit down! Don't you come out to defend our enemy! You sit down and you shut up, and tell your master to come on out and deal with this!

[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
Next time they bring up the Gods, you gon' respect us,
That lil' vest ain't gonna do ya, I shoot from neck up,
I ain't even tryna hold ya, Magnolia Slim,
I'm a soldier from that mode, I'm the ghost of him.
From the era of police stretcher, no cameras catch it,
Drop you off in a rival hood, you rather be arrested,
If you didn't have no straps, you couldn't wear your necklace,
Niggas hand around your throat, that's a choker reference.
My ancestors took old food, made soul food,
Jim Crow's a troll too, he stole the soul music,
That's the blood that goes through me, so you assumin',
I could never sell my soul, they sold they soul to me.
Peaceful teaching of Rumi, but don't confuse me,
You mouth off for the cameras, I make a silent movie,
Now here's some jewelry:
No civilization is conquered from the outside until it destroys itself from within.
Pen, put a pin in that, will come back when I fin,
You can't talk like I talk 'cause you ain't been where I been.
Young!

[Verse 2: Jay Electronica]
If it come from me and Hov, consider it Qur'an,
If it come from any of those, consider it harām,
The minaret that Jigga built me on the Dome of the Roc
Was crafted so beautifully, consider this adhan,
From a hard place and a rock to the Roc Nation of Islam,
I emerged on the wave that Tidal made to drop bombs.
I came to bang with the scholars,
And I bet you a Rothschild I get a bang for my dollar,
The synagogue of Satan want me to hang by my collar,
But all praise due to Allah, Subhanahu wa- ta'ala,
I put on for my nation like I'm King T'Challa,
Crushin' the oyibo that try to bring wahala.
You want it, I got it,
Don't make me have to blast this rocket, uh.
Jay Electricity,
The thing he need like a hole in his head is publicity,
Though he shine like a Christmas tree.
Verily, verily, I tread through life merrily
Givin' all thanks to God for this universal therapy.

[Outro: JAY-Z]
Think of things I said that you hated then,
Empirical facts that can't be debated now,
Things you say today, I was sayin' then,
Tell us who your favorite now.

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