Fairyality Tale

[Intro: Jay Electronica] Uh huh It's the realness Don't feel this All praises due, yeah [Verse 1: Jay Electronica] The god Je'Ri goes clean off of the edge My life is like a movie, spit a scene off of the head Agents in the temple make obscene offers to feds I run up in they cypher if it seem off of they fez Style holding my square cause if I lean off then I'm dead Spit a hot shot and leave your team awfully red Club promoters that'd see me gleam off of me bread The leprechauns left the party cream offer me bed A love team can be nova cream coffee and eggs Building and atoning, We live for the moment At times I kick back and shed tears when I'm zoning Flowing in the whip shifting gears when I'm rolling I shook off my kirch struggled years with the omen Emcees that come near catch a severe microphonin' I came along paying dues and such Biting emcees and whack rap crews get touched You ain't got a lot of heart, but my crew's too rough Yo a lot of false gods got drove when we arove Hardy heartless record execs offer me gold This world nailed Je'Ri to the cross, but he rose With all power Switching the game cause it's all sour Thugs claiming they thugs, but they all cowards Wisen up young bucks, you out of touch with reality And that can only lead to fatality [Verse 2: ???] Same old scenario niggas, but the scary old niggas Got shit twisted up to reality and illusions and mix it up We fallen and forgotten how to get back up And in turn react up, cats on this block be like actors Like we ain't got to suffer consequences of sabbath's actions Everything we do should be totally intact That's why the fuck that you laughin' I speak with urgency cause this nonchalancy doesn't servin' me This is an emergency [Verse 3: Jay Electronica] I knew this kid Jack, he was nimble also pretty quick Used to hustle off his powder bags on African defith A faithful blackstone, busting at the GDs, the GP Locked up every other week and phoning home, like E.T Jill paid his bail, you know the one who do nails? Were in the back of the shop, you get the burnout on your cell Yeah, she dig me, I met her once before inside the fig tree Before it was the spot where all the undercover pigs be But back to the subject, Jack they called a menace to the public Cause he was on some thug shit, you loved it Whipping let the slugs drip and blood drip with tight crews But he was on some Tom Cruise shit Back at school, went to college on a scholarship I don't know what happened Two years later out of school, now he's clappin' Strappin' macs trapped in a world of dissatisfaction Slippin' and blastin', gettin' lost in the mister action A victim of the system, a waterless sea Yo his cream-lusting heart grew harder with greed He was a wild style child, busting guns was his steez Outside of his girl and his seed he didn't care who else bleeds But one day Jack decided to retire from gun play Didn't wanna see the graveyard where all his thugs lay Dying young, Jack didn't want to hear that But what goes around knows exactly where you live at About a month later Jack got his life right And he and Jill took his son to the park one night It was the first time his seed was standing up for him And then this 'round-the-way kid ran up on him And said, "Yo cousin', I got plans for you" Cause my moms OD'ed at the hands of you Cocked his shit back, hit two at his seed Block the shit back Until this day, Jack the nimble never forget that The moral to this story is not that hard You go home and figure it out [Outro: Jay Electronica] Fairyality tale, chump Feeding our babies with the garbage It's whack, you ain't real The whole squad is whack You whole record label is whack Slave