Dealing Lyrics - Jay Electronica

at nighttime all i do is pray and cry homie 

cuz everytime i call home somebody dying on me 

and every time i look around somebody lying on me 

mr cheney mr ridge steady spyin on me 

i got one foot in the grave one foot in the gutter 

one foot on the camera lens one foot on the shutter 

im trying to stop time so i can breathe, man im grindin 

play record load pause fast forward rewindin 

the truth is the light, but absolutely blindin 

and niggas feel the pain on they brain when you remind them 

about them project walls that we confined in 

about them six by eight cells we linin 

bricks on consignment 

a nigga lost his iron and club behind the diamond 

the cops hit him with a club 

he swung back they hit him with a slug 

then the judge hit him with a dub 

his baby mama threw up 

the saga continues... 

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your dealing 

i can tell you darling... 

your dealing 

could you deal to me? ooooh 

i was born to clash with the fake 

rasslin' with jake 

lay real low in the grass with the snakes 

then torment em with the fire when they raise they head 

and im sorta just like elijah cuz i raise they dead 

after they stink and rot for days in the grave that i rose from 

deport the dead part of the game then the flows come 

flood the industry with three quarters of life 

im takin this world of sa-tan to war with a mic 

please god back me as i swing the sword of the christ 

wavy hair fiery eyes, 

not entirely wise 

provoking these devils to go to war with they squad 

after-ward show up to the after party with god 

i stroll the blocks with a dope man bop 

im high caliber 

my team shine supreme we gleam on you amateurs uh 

I stay big sportin fedoras 

charcoal braid tweed sport coats, jeans and diadoras 

Photos 

yall niggas aint really really ready for muhammad because im hungry 

grimey and grungy 

i want ya mind fuck the money 

dont get me wrong, i want cream and all that 

but if thats your only objective in rap you all wack 

i make the untrue niggas heads sweat like skull caps 

hall back launchin a bolo makin they skull crack 

singin them dull raps 

like that was hot shit 

shit, i was sayin that back in the eighties 

when niggas was rockin emblems off the back of mercedes 

on rope chains 

back when niggas started cookin rocks outta cocaine 

i was hot then, a little poor nigga spittin the vicious 

flavor delicious, poetic swift shit 

i regulate in the ring like p. whitaker 

one rhyme get rid a ya 

i wont even consider ya 

for battle 

you schools on speed im full throttle 

used to be in clubs tossing chairs and cracked bottles 

ruckus and ra ra, made my rhymes mantequilla 

livin leyenda, numero uno contenda 

never let a day slip by without agenda 

thats just a little jewel from farrakhan to remember 

so que te pasa, 

representanto por la rasa 

niggas wanna step but they legs're short to salsa 

you got courage ill blast it out ya 

seriously doubt chya 

spit til ya blueprint is ripped, then re-route chya 

fucker! 

your dealing 

i can tell you darling... 

your dealing 

could you deal to me? ooooh 

now baby now lets get down tonight