Jay Electronica – Stay Dougie Freestyle (Abracadabra Freestyle) Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, it's the one and only illustrious one - Jay Electronica
Rocking with my man Ringo Rashad Smith "Tumbling Dice"
StayDougie.com
Look, are you watching closely?
Yo, you mind if I give a little something?
Alright look
[Verse]
In Hollywood - everybody got a business card
In Manhattan - everybody got a business card
In New Orleans - everybody got a gun and a bible and a net or some type of a fishing rod
And at night, if you listen hard
You can hear gunshots from blocks away or fiends pushin bricks through cars
I'm from the same dark alley niggas never go down
Forty ounce glass needles on the merry-go-round
Look, abracadabra bitches
I ain't the average nigga yappin on a track for riches
Even though my rags to riches tale is vicious hell
A lot of niggas sick an pale when I spit the braille
You feel me?
I never, ever, ever slipped and fell
You hear me?
And any pussy that decide to try and come near me
Will get raped crushed and left for dead on the hill
I'll be on the pyramid stairs out in Brazil
Now put that in your pipe and get twisted
Make like fingerprints and get lifted
Nobody spit the sick shit like I do
The bayou kid so deep on Google you need goggles
Nigga I'm sick with this
I'm castin spells on the judge and the jury and the snitches in the witness pit
[Adlib]
Man look, they're not even ready really
Yo, it's the one and only illustrious one - Jay Electronica
Rocking with my man Ringo Rashad Smith "Tumbling Dice"
StayDougie.com
Look, are you watching closely?
Yo, you mind if I give a little something?
Alright look
[Verse]
In Hollywood - everybody got a business card
In Manhattan - everybody got a business card
In New Orleans - everybody got a gun and a bible and a net or some type of a fishing rod
And at night, if you listen hard
You can hear gunshots from blocks away or fiends pushin bricks through cars
I'm from the same dark alley niggas never go down
Forty ounce glass needles on the merry-go-round
Look, abracadabra bitches
I ain't the average nigga yappin on a track for riches
Even though my rags to riches tale is vicious hell
A lot of niggas sick an pale when I spit the braille
You feel me?
I never, ever, ever slipped and fell
You hear me?
And any pussy that decide to try and come near me
Will get raped crushed and left for dead on the hill
I'll be on the pyramid stairs out in Brazil
Now put that in your pipe and get twisted
Make like fingerprints and get lifted
Nobody spit the sick shit like I do
The bayou kid so deep on Google you need goggles
Nigga I'm sick with this
I'm castin spells on the judge and the jury and the snitches in the witness pit
[Adlib]
Man look, they're not even ready really
