The very first picture we used of Jay Electronica.
Jay Elec just re-released this cut on his personal site, and The Rockabye Review put back up its lyrical darts which you can revisit down bottom. This song is like aural heaven…
DOWNLOAD: Jay Electronica – A Prayer for Michael Vick & T.I. | Mediafire
(You got a hell of a nerve
If, if my rhetoric is too strident
Who better to correct me than my brothers?
And my sisters?
If I need to be wrong in mind, I’ll be fine
Who better to do it than the members of my own family?
We don’t get into your family business
You stay out of ours)I never got shook up by talks of Illuminati
I’m from where niggas talk that talk
Then walk around the streets all day, carrying heat like the human body
Stress, we mastered that, death, we laugh at that
You niggas sweeter than the cognac, I never sleep
And when my eyes is closed, I’m in the deep battle for sheep, I’m an insomniac
And when it come to the rhymes, I hypochondriac, the flow so sickly
Splash a hot round on ‘em, peel off quickly
Luckily, na’ one of you niggas can fuck wit’ me
I hit you with a plus degree
Mind detect mind plus mind detect matter
With that, I say peace to the G-Os
And all my niggas locked away in cages, givin’ shit to the COs
Doin’ long stretches on the track ’cause they fell into the trap of the Neos
The Farrakhan of rap, givin’ dap to the people
Bustin’ shots at the eagle
Wit’ the arrows in his talon, I’m sneakin’ shots when you peep through your peephole
Spit the abracadabra, manipulate matter wit’ a black magic created to eradicate evil
So if they call me a rapper, okay, yeah, I can dig it
But if they bring before the Congress, then I can kick it
I send the devil to hell every time that I get wicked
Ayah to ayat, sura by sura, yeah, I get lifted(Some people do say I’m cocky, some say I need a good whoopin’
Some say I talk too much, but
Anything that I say, I’m willing to back up
I have fulfilled all of my prophecies
I’m up to date on all of my predicitions
My train is runnin’ on schedule)One for the money, two for the pussy and fame
300 to go to the court, then change my name
Like Cassius, the past just showed me lessons
Stay on my grind and pray that time’ll show me blessings was my old model
I’m from the Magnolia projects, where dice-rollers and heroin addicts is role models
So I had no choice but to kick it to full throttle
My niggas in Philly’ll prolly tell you, the boss thoro
Now, either you wit’ me or wit’ me
‘Cause even if you against me, runnin’ with enemies
They ain’t nothin’ but mini-mes that I created long, long ago
And they only wanna cut off my lineage like the Kennedys
That being the case, you should be aware
I blast many a face, and left niggas displaced like Katrina did
And gave ‘em very little or nothin’ like FEMA did
And I ain’t never seen a bid
Well, there was one time, when me and Ali tussled with One-Time
For claiming our sovereignty as a nation and bloodline
You niggas should give a standing ovation
To the MC who stands in the face of Satan, hittin’ ‘em with creation
