I'm preferring the samples in the first version, but the fade-out of the second version is dope as hell.
I spit that wonder rhymer shit, me and my conglomerates
shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finer shit
Get that type of media coverage Obama get, spit that Kurt Vonnegut
That blow your brain, Kurt Cobain, that Nirvana shit
Who gon' bring the game back? Who gon' spit that Ramo on the train tracks?
That gold rope, that 5 finger ring rap?
Runnin with my same pack, you can find the Christ where the lepers and the lames at
Life is like a dice game
One roll can land you in jail or cuttin’ cake, blowin kisses in the rice rain
Nice whip, nice chain, a closet of skulls
the stench is like slave blood in Providence Hall
Yeah, they built my city on top of a grave
nigga die, nigga get high and watch the parade
Back then the early 90’s "Where they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gat" was a popular phrase
Bally animals and rugbys was a popular craze
This the vivid memoirs of a obnoxious slave
I pave ways like Nat and Harriet
I blast on Judas Iscariot
and peel off in a chariot
I'm sittin pretty spittin flames, grippin grains
ain’t a damn thing changed
They say "Candyman, Candyman spit me a dream"
blow a chunk of the levy out and spit me a stream
knock a man house down and build a casin’
a two thousand dollar government check from FEM'
I swam down shits creek and came up clean
with a new lease on life like Andy Dufresne
It's the most poetical, Nat King Unforgettable
Clarence 13X Allah's rhapsody from Bellevue
I'm splittin atoms, spittin flames, bringin change
things’ll never be the same
I got the rap game singin "At Last" like Etta James
Lames get they plane shot down like John Mccain
It’s a dream, it’s a dream
the flow's elegant like Miss Coretta Scott King
A lotta Kings seen death and turned Queen
crack they 24 inch rims in the ravine
respect the architect, never test the Elohim
Good night, this is Jay Elect live from New Orleans