Jay Electronica - A Written Testimony: (Multiple Albums release?)

[RennisDeynolds]

@I love Latina women you fukk with Jay elect

 

[I love Latina women]

@I love Latina women you fukk with Jay elect

Back in 2007 I was listening to his music

In recent years? Hell no, dude is a joke

 

[T-K-G]

This nikka not even rapping on FIVE of the 8 tracks!

He's always been a producer too though, I'm not mad at it, I used to put conversations I had with friends or random ted talks that sounded cool over beats years ago, I would never try to SELL those to someone, but I understand making them 100%. They only really hit to the creator because only you know the specific mindset you had when you chose whatever speech is on it.

It's ironic cuz a homie was listening to Tyler and mentioned how he was one of the few people to still have atleast 1 instrumental on his projects, they gonna die laughing when I tell em Jay elect did the opposite instrumental joints with 1 or 2 verses on the whole thing

 

[Striving For Greatness]

Bismillah

 

[Playaz Eyez]

Ok this guy is very unserious but he thinks he’s serious

 

[HarlemRiverDrive]

Best Wishes is INSANE

 

[Long Live The Kane]

This nikka not even rapping on FIVE of the 8 tracks!

The intro reintroducing the pledge, turn, prestige theme makes me think these Written Testimony joints are all just part of a rollout for Act III proper

 

[Walt]

He’s a member of the Nation of Islam and an FOI - he’s fully on board ideologically with the Nation - intermixed with teachings from Five Percenters and the Moorish Science Temple.

And he’s close with the titans of hip-hop, I find it inconsistent, but I don’t necessarily listen to artists because I care about how they move. Unless it’s abusive.

Act I and II are previously released tracks, the two EPs and LP under A Written Testimony - are brand new tracks.

Yes, none of this is news. My uncle is FOI. Nothing about being down with the Nation absolves anyone of being a bozo, and Jay is demonstrably that. Today's Mathematics don't align with him going on countless booze-fueled bozo twitter rants, breaking up a marriage to be with a literal Rothschild, and supporting and working with men of immoral character. Nor does his 18 millionth verse that blends musings about the holiness of the honey bee and ancient civilizations while decrying modern technology and rebuking the devil make for much other than repetitive ramblings of a hip hop conman who turned out to be a one-trick pony. Yet another sample of UFO testimony, this one even more recent and less compelling or thematic. An intro from a lifelong scumbag sociopath vile cuck from prison doesn't really enhance his mystique or clarify his purpose as an artist. Sampling Ronald Reagan for the intro to a song about the inherent and neglected beauty of life is, as the kids are fond of saying, a choice.

He's a hip hop used car salesman who is doing a negro superstition version of Chicken Soup for the Soul. And if people like it, cool. All I'm expressing - as someone who was listening to all his shyt from Day One and was genuinely intrigued by the mystery he'd built up and the sheen of spirituality that marked the early songs - is that we're nearly two decades in, and he's a fraud. He went from observing ceremonies outside of Nepalese temples to having puff ad libs on his first major single, to ghostwriting for pop rappers to doing collaborations with a self-hating fake Christian doofus. Back when he was first touting the prestige and the turn, we didn't realize the real magic trick was, as Keyser Söze said, the devil convincing us he didn't exist. Jay Elec was the devil he rebuked all along. He sells the teachings and the science like neat fortune cookies to a public starving for "meaningful rap." And even then, it's a an "album" with only like 4 new verses of the same old lame old rehashed gobbledygook. This time around with a lot more Juvie played up in his accent. He's a nikka with weird teeth and an alligator face who sells you on Jumu'ah, while his most obvious religion is staying in proximity to wealth and power. I never thought he'd be so fukkin boring.

 

[trap101-ETHout-Allegri-In]

Yes, none of this is news. My uncle is FOI. Nothing about being down with the Nation absolves anyone of being a bozo, and Jay is demonstrably that. Today's Mathematics don't align with him going on countless booze-fueled bozo twitter rants, breaking up a marriage to be with a literal Rothschild, and supporting and working with men of immoral character. Nor does his 18 millionth verse that blends musings about the holiness of the honey bee and ancient civilizations while decrying modern technology and rebuking the devil make for much other than repetitive ramblings of a hip hop conman who turned out to be a one-trick pony. Yet another sample of UFO testimony, this one even more recent and less compelling or thematic. An intro from a lifelong scumbag sociopath vile cuck from prison doesn't really enhance his mystique or clarify his purpose as an artist. Sampling Ronald Reagan for the intro to a song about the inherent and neglected beauty of life is, as the kids are fond of saying, a choice.

He's a hip hop used car salesman who is doing a negro superstition version of Chicken Soup for the Soul. And if people like it, cool. All I'm expressing - as someone who was listening to all his shyt from Day One and was genuinely intrigued by the mystery he'd built up and the sheen of spirituality that marked the early songs - is that we're nearly two decades in, and he's a fraud. He went from observing ceremonies outside of Nepalese temples to having puff ad libs on his first major single, to ghostwriting for pop rappers to doing collaborations with a self-hating fake Christian doofus. Back when he was first touting the prestige and the turn, we didn't realize the real magic trick was, as Keyser Söze said, the devil convincing us he didn't exist. Jay Elec was the devil he rebuked all along. He sells the teachings and the science like neat fortune cookies to a public starving for "meaningful rap." And even then, it's a an "album" with only like 4 new verses of the same old lame old rehashed gobbledygook. This time around with a lot more Juvie played up in his accent. He's a nikka with weird teeth and an alligator face who sells you on Jumu'ah, while his most obvious religion is staying in proximity to wealth and power. I never thought he'd be so fukkin boring.

.... damn this is scathing.... ... got me lookingnat Elec in a whole new way....

 

[Don Homer]

Yes, none of this is news. My uncle is FOI. Nothing about being down with the Nation absolves anyone of being a bozo, and Jay is demonstrably that. Today's Mathematics don't align with him going on countless booze-fueled bozo twitter rants, breaking up a marriage to be with a literal Rothschild, and supporting and working with men of immoral character. Nor does his 18 millionth verse that blends musings about the holiness of the honey bee and ancient civilizations while decrying modern technology and rebuking the devil make for much other than repetitive ramblings of a hip hop conman who turned out to be a one-trick pony. Yet another sample of UFO testimony, this one even more recent and less compelling or thematic. An intro from a lifelong scumbag sociopath vile cuck from prison doesn't really enhance his mystique or clarify his purpose as an artist. Sampling Ronald Reagan for the intro to a song about the inherent and neglected beauty of life is, as the kids are fond of saying, a choice.

He's a hip hop used car salesman who is doing a negro superstition version of Chicken Soup for the Soul. And if people like it, cool. All I'm expressing - as someone who was listening to all his shyt from Day One and was genuinely intrigued by the mystery he'd built up and the sheen of spirituality that marked the early songs - is that we're nearly two decades in, and he's a fraud. He went from observing ceremonies outside of Nepalese temples to having puff ad libs on his first major single, to ghostwriting for pop rappers to doing collaborations with a self-hating fake Christian doofus. Back when he was first touting the prestige and the turn, we didn't realize the real magic trick was, as Keyser Söze said, the devil convincing us he didn't exist. Jay Elec was the devil he rebuked all along. He sells the teachings and the science like neat fortune cookies to a public starving for "meaningful rap." And even then, it's a an "album" with only like 4 new verses of the same old lame old rehashed gobbledygook. This time around with a lot more Juvie played up in his accent. He's a nikka with weird teeth and an alligator face who sells you on Jumu'ah, while his most obvious religion is staying in proximity to wealth and power. I never thought he'd be so fukkin boring.

Jesus, @Walt

 

[Don Homer]

Jay Elect gotta cut it out with having 2-3 minute speeches from politicians and excerpts from movie clips. It's getting ridiculous having those as tracks. Just rap, nikka

 

[TheDarceKnight]

Yes, none of this is news. My uncle is FOI. Nothing about being down with the Nation absolves anyone of being a bozo, and Jay is demonstrably that. Today's Mathematics don't align with him going on countless booze-fueled bozo twitter rants, breaking up a marriage to be with a literal Rothschild, and supporting and working with men of immoral character. Nor does his 18 millionth verse that blends musings about the holiness of the honey bee and ancient civilizations while decrying modern technology and rebuking the devil make for much other than repetitive ramblings of a hip hop conman who turned out to be a one-trick pony. Yet another sample of UFO testimony, this one even more recent and less compelling or thematic. An intro from a lifelong scumbag sociopath vile cuck from prison doesn't really enhance his mystique or clarify his purpose as an artist. Sampling Ronald Reagan for the intro to a song about the inherent and neglected beauty of life is, as the kids are fond of saying, a choice.

He's a hip hop used car salesman who is doing a negro superstition version of Chicken Soup for the Soul. And if people like it, cool. All I'm expressing - as someone who was listening to all his shyt from Day One and was genuinely intrigued by the mystery he'd built up and the sheen of spirituality that marked the early songs - is that we're nearly two decades in, and he's a fraud. He went from observing ceremonies outside of Nepalese temples to having puff ad libs on his first major single, to ghostwriting for pop rappers to doing collaborations with a self-hating fake Christian doofus. Back when he was first touting the prestige and the turn, we didn't realize the real magic trick was, as Keyser Söze said, the devil convincing us he didn't exist. Jay Elec was the devil he rebuked all along. He sells the teachings and the science like neat fortune cookies to a public starving for "meaningful rap." And even then, it's a an "album" with only like 4 new verses of the same old lame old rehashed gobbledygook. This time around with a lot more Juvie played up in his accent. He's a nikka with weird teeth and an alligator face who sells you on Jumu'ah, while his most obvious religion is staying in proximity to wealth and power. I never thought he'd be so fukkin boring.

 

[Headcase]

Yes, none of this is news. My uncle is FOI. Nothing about being down with the Nation absolves anyone of being a bozo, and Jay is demonstrably that. Today's Mathematics don't align with him going on countless booze-fueled bozo twitter rants, breaking up a marriage to be with a literal Rothschild, and supporting and working with men of immoral character. Nor does his 18 millionth verse that blends musings about the holiness of the honey bee and ancient civilizations while decrying modern technology and rebuking the devil make for much other than repetitive ramblings of a hip hop conman who turned out to be a one-trick pony. Yet another sample of UFO testimony, this one even more recent and less compelling or thematic. An intro from a lifelong scumbag sociopath vile cuck from prison doesn't really enhance his mystique or clarify his purpose as an artist. Sampling Ronald Reagan for the intro to a song about the inherent and neglected beauty of life is, as the kids are fond of saying, a choice.

He's a hip hop used car salesman who is doing a negro superstition version of Chicken Soup for the Soul. And if people like it, cool. All I'm expressing - as someone who was listening to all his shyt from Day One and was genuinely intrigued by the mystery he'd built up and the sheen of spirituality that marked the early songs - is that we're nearly two decades in, and he's a fraud. He went from observing ceremonies outside of Nepalese temples to having puff ad libs on his first major single, to ghostwriting for pop rappers to doing collaborations with a self-hating fake Christian doofus. Back when he was first touting the prestige and the turn, we didn't realize the real magic trick was, as Keyser Söze said, the devil convincing us he didn't exist. Jay Elec was the devil he rebuked all along. He sells the teachings and the science like neat fortune cookies to a public starving for "meaningful rap." And even then, it's a an "album" with only like 4 new verses of the same old lame old rehashed gobbledygook. This time around with a lot more Juvie played up in his accent. He's a nikka with weird teeth and an alligator face who sells you on Jumu'ah, while his most obvious religion is staying in proximity to wealth and power. I never thought he'd be so fukkin boring.

shyt, you could put the Ether beat behind this post

 

[Ill-Mind]

We got another one

J A Y E L E C T R O N I C A - A Written Testimony: Mars, The Inhabited Planet

Listen to A Written Testimony: Mars, The Inhabited Planet on your streaming service

tidal.com

 

[Peter Parker]

Yes, none of this is news. My uncle is FOI. Nothing about being down with the Nation absolves anyone of being a bozo, and Jay is demonstrably that. Today's Mathematics don't align with him going on countless booze-fueled bozo twitter rants, breaking up a marriage to be with a literal Rothschild, and supporting and working with men of immoral character. Nor does his 18 millionth verse that blends musings about the holiness of the honey bee and ancient civilizations while decrying modern technology and rebuking the devil make for much other than repetitive ramblings of a hip hop conman who turned out to be a one-trick pony. Yet another sample of UFO testimony, this one even more recent and less compelling or thematic. An intro from a lifelong scumbag sociopath vile cuck from prison doesn't really enhance his mystique or clarify his purpose as an artist. Sampling Ronald Reagan for the intro to a song about the inherent and neglected beauty of life is, as the kids are fond of saying, a choice.

He's a hip hop used car salesman who is doing a negro superstition version of Chicken Soup for the Soul. And if people like it, cool. All I'm expressing - as someone who was listening to all his shyt from Day One and was genuinely intrigued by the mystery he'd built up and the sheen of spirituality that marked the early songs - is that we're nearly two decades in, and he's a fraud. He went from observing ceremonies outside of Nepalese temples to having puff ad libs on his first major single, to ghostwriting for pop rappers to doing collaborations with a self-hating fake Christian doofus. Back when he was first touting the prestige and the turn, we didn't realize the real magic trick was, as Keyser Söze said, the devil convincing us he didn't exist. Jay Elec was the devil he rebuked all along. He sells the teachings and the science like neat fortune cookies to a public starving for "meaningful rap." And even then, it's a an "album" with only like 4 new verses of the same old lame old rehashed gobbledygook. This time around with a lot more Juvie played up in his accent. He's a nikka with weird teeth and an alligator face who sells you on Jumu'ah, while his most obvious religion is staying in proximity to wealth and power. I never thought he'd be so fukkin boring.

it aint that serious lol, you can listen to a thousand songs about killing xyz or fukking so and so from a nikka with like 2 rumored murders, 1 pending rape charge and like 5 domestic violence allegations but Jay Elec is a bad man for boozing, rapping about UFOs and being shakey with his religion?