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I sleep on many new up and coming artist. Half of the reason is because I get over 50 emails a day from artist wanting me to post their music. So it normally takes me to see that artist on another blog or two for me to post their shit. I heard this record on the radio the first time last month and went crazy. I wished I had a blank cassette to record the shit. I was on Cecil B. Moore up North Philly when he spit the shit too. I was like who is this? And I did some research and here he is.
Jay’s Just Blaze-produced “Exhibit C” is one of those special hip-hop records that you hear and instantly love. An independent release, it’s garnering heavy rotation on major radio stations like New York’s Hot 97, and in the streets and on the Internet the record has the buzz of a #1 single. Several MCs from Capone-N-Noreaga to Cassidy have freestyled over the track on mixtapes and Diddy, Mos Def, Nas, Q-Tip and Talib Kweli have been publicly co-signing Electronica. The record is definitely his breakthrough.
“We did that song in 15 minutes,” Jay boasted. The track came about when Jay and Just Blaze were scheduled to be on Angela Yee’s Sirius Satellite radio show and wanted to make a new record to play on the program.
“We never went on the show,” Jay explained. “We fell asleep in the studio. I forgot the song existed. I didn’t hear it again until I heard it on Tony Touch’s [satellite radio show]. I was mad. Even when he played it on the show, he said, ‘I’m gonna get in trouble for doing that.’ The next day [the song] was all over the Net and people were asking for the CD-quality version. It grew legs on its own. It’s amazing to see. It grew its own legs. To see it walk all the way to mainstream commercial radio is a helluva magic trick. It’s almost like it’s an entity of its own.”
For The complete Lyrics Its coming…
Ladies and gentleman this time around the revolution will not be televised
As we proceed, to give you what you need
09… get live…
Ladies and gentleman of the court
In the hearing of the state of hip hop versus
Jay Electronica
I Present Exhibit C
When I was sleeping on the train
Sleeping on Meserole Ave out in the rain
Without even a single slice of pizza to my name
Too proud to beg for change mastering the pain
When NY niggas was calling southern rappers lame
But then jackin our slang
I used to get dizzy spells, hear a little ring
The voice of a angel telling me my name
Telling me that one day imma be a great man
Transforming with the MegatronDon spittin out flames
Eatin wack rappers alive shittin out chains
I aint believe it then, nigga I was homeless
Fightin, shootin dice, smoking weed on the corners
Tryna find the meaning of life in a corona
Till the 5%ers rolled up on a nigga and informed him.
“You either build or destroy, where you come from?”
“The Magnolia projects in the 3rd ward slum”
“Hmm, its quite amazing that you rhyme how you do
And how you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru.”
Question 14, Muslim lesson 2
Dip diver, civilize a 85er
I make the devil hit his knees and say the our father
Abracadabra! You rockin with the true and living
Shout out to Light Out, Joseph I, Chewy Bivens,
Shout out to Baltimore, Baton Rouge, my crew in Richmond
While yall debated whos the truth like Jews and Christians
I was in Cecil B, Broad St, Master, North Philly, South Philly, 23rd, Tasker
6 Mile, 7 Mile, Hartwell, Gratiot
Where niggas really would pack a uhaul truck up
Put the high beams on
Drive up on the curb at a barbeque and hop out the back like “whats up”
“Kill a nigga, rob a nigga, take a nigga, buss up”
Thats why when you talk that tough talk I never feel ya
You sound real good and you play the part well
But the energy you givin off is so unfamiliar
I dont feel ya.
We Need Somethin Realer!!!
Nas hit me up on the phone said “what you waitin on”
Tip hit me up on a twitt said “what you waitin on”
Diddy send a text every hour on the dot sayin “when you gon drop that verse nigga you taking long”
So now im back spittin that He could pass a polygraph
That Rev Run rockin Adidas out on Hollis Ave
That FOI, Marcus Garvey, Nikki Tesla
I shock you like a eel, electric feel, Jay Electra.
Oh My God, Keep Going!!!
They call me Jay Electronica
Fuck that, call me Jay ElecHannukah
Jay ElecYarmulke
Jay ElecTramadaan Muhammad Asalaamica RasoulAllah Supana Watallah thought your monitor
My uzi still weigh a ton, check the barometer
Im hotter than the mothafuckin sun, check the thermometer
Im bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man
My momma told me “never throw a stone and hide your hand”
I got a lot of family, you got a lot of fans
Thats why the people got my back like the Verizon man
I play the back and fade to black and then devise a plan
Out in London, smoking, vibin while I ride the tram
Giving out that raw food to lions disguised as lambs
And, by the time they get their seats hot
And deploy all the henchmen to come at me from the tree tops
Im chilling out at tweetstock, building by the millions, my light is brilliant.
I Rest My Case.
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