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jay electronica – eternal sunshine (the pledge) lyrics

[intro]
the boy raps over movie scores. his last rap was over the movie score for eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

she say she never fell in love with a superman
christian, muslim, protestant, lutheran
i told her that being a mortal is the portal
to the true nature of growth; the christlike buddha man
that’s why i never spit the traditional garbage of a knife fight
bright lights, white ice to the fans
the radio is just a stereo, like a house ain’t a home
and a chair is just a chair, ask luther van
go to work; go to church let your dreams die
bow tie, final call, and a bean pie
yarmulke for hanukkah, wish list for christmas
this is the gist of the life that we lead, why?
so you can fit in, with the closed-minded in the sit-ins
and get clothes-lined in the ed-end
i could care less about a plaque and bid-enz
and gettin’ punked on tv by my friends
don’t get a n-gga wrong
i get tempted by the rewards that all come along with making n-gga songs
but what does it mean if i’m a muslim and you a jew
and because of that alone we don’t get along
and when you talk like this, and try to walk like this
the radio stations’ll never put a n-gga on
just mims, just 50, just wayne, just jeezy
dem franchize boyz, and jimmy jones
f-ck that, f-ck rap this god-hop
kingdom music for the hard rocks
i’mma spit it ’til trl get it and hot 97 hit a n-gga with a bomb drop
ask flex, ask slay, ask whoo kid
just blaze said jay is the new kid
i took eternal sunshine and i looped it
no drums no hook just new sh-t
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

…because he broke the rules

grandpa joe: wh-when does he get it?
w-lly wonka: he doesn’t
grandpa joe: why not?
w-lly wonka: because he broke the rules
grandpa joe: what rules? we didn’t see any rules, did we, charlie?
[charlie shakes his head briefly]
w-lly wonka: [springs up from his chair, angrily] wrong, sir! wrong! under section 37b of the contract signed by him, it states quite clearly that all offers shall become null and void if – and you can read it for yourself in this photostatic copy:
[grabs a magnifying gl-ss and reads]
w-lly wonka: i, the undersigned, shall forfeit all rights, privileges, and licenses herein and herein contained, et cetera, et cetera… fax mentis incendium gloria cultum, et cetera, et cetera… memo bis punitor delicatum!
[slams the contract copy and the magnifying gl-ss down, continues shouting]
w-lly wonka: it’s all there, black and white, clear as crystal! you stole fizzy lifting drinks! you bumped into the ceiling which now has to be washed and sterilized, so you get nothing! you lose! good day, sir!

the handling of a heart’s a very delicate art cause it’s paper thin
one irrelevant thought that started out as a spark could be a poisonous dart
that leaves a permanent mark, that’s ice cold in the day and burns in the dark
and makes you never wanna see her face again
tee-hee, what a place i’m in
lead me to the station
a one-way ticket, don’t look back
one cold tear that froze and cracked
a whole lot of pain i’m holdin’ back
chav said, “eff that, roll the sack”
i said, “if my skull was cracked
and blood ran out to the cul-de-sac
that could not match me where i’m at”
my memories flash me there and back
yup there goes me right there in black
holdin’ hands, not starin’ back
she starts cryin’ i start denying, it’s my fault
and i’m aware of that
man, in hindsight signs be glarin’ back
where’s the map to show you where you’re at?
i can hear the crowd yelling, i can smell the tire smoke
i can hear the starter pistol where’s the track?
ring no answer came home late
jane told d-ck she had a date
but they was just chillin’ and at that moment
the right brain says to the left just k!ll em
make the headlines, make the front page
wild out in the court house man thrill ’em
they’ll say, “the boy dead wrong,” but i feel him

voodoo man

voodoo man, chicken bone chicken bone
i can make a thunderstorm from a light rain
my ears start ringing, my nose get bl–dy
i feel a little bit of pressure on my right brain
intermission transmission put me in submission
glistening trapped in the light prison whistling
the christ told me come closer to the light man
i went blind, woke up in front of a mic stand

voodoo man, tap dancing in the french quarter
walking on water with a scroll in my hand
the blueprints for a disc shaped-like vessel
that was chiseled out of metal off the coast of j-pan
fasting on the top of a mountain out in tepoztlán
saw a shiny object floating out of the ocean
i’m sort of like a postman
you can get the message if you want to understand
from the rap son of man

…on november 7th saw this disc-shaped object floating above the sea concourse of the united airlines at o’hare. very low in the sky, it was still daylight, very distinct. didn’t look like an airplane, a helicopter, or anything else

voodoo man, civilize the savage
criticize the parish
spreading false doctrine
terrorize the cleric for carrying on nonsense
specialized lies to paralyze the conscience
voodoo man, chit chatter abracadabra
spitting out matter while i’m sh-tting out data
mmm, chew ’em up sh-tting out rappers
sipping pellegrino while i’m giving out matches
set yourself on fire
let the wisdom of elijah purify ya
take a n-gga higher
sold your soul to the highest buyer
now you’re on the wire talking about two-foot tires
saying you sell crack
clapping at cats with macs
but you a liar pants on fire
same old rugged cross
different crucified messiah

fyi

elijah muhammad: don’t get me wrong now. don’t make a mistake in thinking that i’m telling you this was the beginning of the man on the earth. fifty thousand years ago is like telling you thirty days ago or ten days ago or five days ago, to the age of the universe. we have no exact record of it but it runs way into the trillions

while you was blowin’ x amount of dollars on a bracelet
the sovereign nation of france was openin’ they files on the ufo phenomenon: i.e. sp-ceships
it’s just the facts, jack may as well face it
every rhyme i write the seal get cracked in the chapter of revelations
a atom get cracked in the blackness of meditation
mysterious sh-t
call me jay dogon, i’m on some serious sh-t
scholars wonder why don’t he bust
allah blessed me with a midas-y touch
everything i lay to hands turn to ethiopian gold: shiny and buffed
i got a firm understandin’ on the minus and plus
so i ain’t got time to argue with a rapper ’bout how he ain’t got rhymes
that’s f-ckin’ with mine’s
i’m trying to k!ll lucifer, so if i have to brake
cause a rapper in my face tellin’ me that he the great
you can bet a shiny nickel i’ll blast his motherf-ckin’ -ss way past jupiter
you couldn’t be stupider
f-ckin’ with the nuclear
mayan, aztec lion
asiatic blackman from zion
quetzalcoatl supreme, lettin’ off steam
dimethyltryptamine make a man dream
but y’all would much rather hear me rappin’ ’bout trash
the size of erykah’s -ss, blunts and cash
we need savin’
minds are consumed with swine we need bathin’

w-lly wonka: there it goes. hold on tight. i’m not exactly sure what’s going to happen. faster, faster…if we don’t pick up enough speed, we’ll never get through
charlie: get through what?
w-lly wonka: ah-ha!
grandpa joe: you mean we’re going…
w-lly wonka: up and out!
grandpa joe: but this roof is made of gl-ss. it’ll shatter
into a thousand pieces. we’ll be cut to ribbons!
w-lly wonka: probably. hold on, everybody. here it comes!

alfred borden: are you watching closely?

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