J elec is trash and can get outshined by pretty much any rapper because of his lack of mic presence
Let's end this Killah Priest >>> Jay Elect shyt right here right now.
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ZEB WALTON
ayo! - BEZ
[Killah Priest]
Is little ghetto kids ever gonna see the sun
Look what that metal did, sad, cuz he was young
Outside his funeral, doorags, white tees and funds
It's all I could do, make a path, hear the preacher comes
Little Tasha's moms had a bad coke habit
But she still weighs lobby full of broke addicts
Broken elevator, next to the extenerator
Lord, forgive me, my whole life I have been a gangsta
Bars on the window, jars of that Indo
Keep us everything, God, for our kinfolks
See 'em on the holiday, holdin' down the funeral
Every day a dollar's made, hope you life is beautiful
But we let them lama's bang, ya'll know the usual
Never know our mama's pain, til that black suit's on you
Baby moms stressin', these streets give me bad vibes
But I rep the hood life, live it til our flatline
[Killah Priest]
Photography is like a movie film
Astrology is like I move through realms
Prodigy melodically, I produce a gem
Like cole, I dig deep into your eternal soul
I speak a journal, like your fortune told
Ya'll some purple, and light ya weed and blow a circle
I right the dead street scrolls, it's rare like the Devil's love letters
Let this essence of this thug, bless ya
Dream of Black Israel, the fetus of a baby Jesus
Seed of Emmanuel, see a man, in his cell, a breather
I need one, my weed's done, throw away the roach
Get close, with the man, with the most witcha
I draw pictures without paint, with the ink
When I think, the sun and moon, stars, link
It's like sixteen bars, get in sink
I'm like the author Alex Halley
Ridin' the, last note, before Malcolm was buried
I'm the artist, and what I do with markers
I color in words, like I'm two years old
All I need is a few beers cold
ZEB WALTON
ayo! - BEZ
[Killah Priest]
Love and hatred, home is most sacred
Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis
Think back on nikkas I ate with, spent the day with
Guns we played with, nikkas I relate with
We broke bread, I heard through a vine nikkas workin for the Feds
Sent out secretly to take my head
I lay back and meditate to the words they say
Skip town for a mutten goofy dred
Had a friend tell my family I was dead
Return at the last fall of the autumn leaves
Operate the plan accordingly, in case the Feds are recordin me
Sign all documents, usin forgery, cuz just a near thought of me
Like Solomon, spoke bluntly
Told the word I'm black and calmly
Howls from the grave haunt me
The smell of death's upon me, I dwell in the hills like Gandhi
Been in the presence of mad peasants, and old kings
Who sold everything, on a quest for god's divine
Slept in caves to get a clear mind
Who prayed 3 times, when the moon lit and the sun rise
I met dwellers in the desert, talked to shepherds
Been in the mouth of many leopards
Felt the death kiss, of Satan's mistress
Walked the vacant districts, for 4 religions, studied Pagan scriptures
True philosophers and physicians, on a cure missions
Who harden their hearts, to ward the weak, sick and ifflicted
Candles lit, gamble with a bytch
Who made me love her, when I touch her, soft cause hide claws
Bees with sweet honey in they mouth
Have bitter stingers at they tail
Walk through the chambers of death, take a hold on to hell
Embracing her was like embracing a 3rd world
ZEB WALTON
ayo! - BEZ
[Killah Priest]
When you're sexually frustrated, plus waiting for a long time
You both had strong minds
Combined with feelings, she seems appealing
for each other, discreet lover, no longer keeps brothers
Smothered under deep covers
Erotic programs, Moet and slow jams
Enough to make you hold hands
And plus you a bold man
You fall in a manhole, where the forbidden tree grow
And bullshyt ego, of fly negro
Whole garden sour, polluted with a dead flower
Months later, he's layin on a respirator
Depending on a generator, to keep his heart moving
And start losing sight in his right eye
In weeks he might die
ZEB WALTON
ayo! - BEZ
[Killah Priest]
My mind is the mothership, I can soar space because of it
More further I fly the deeper my subject get
Sun eclipse, Stars align, I see Mars when I rhyme
Knowledge is miles when the bars combine
The Pen is the tank, the fuel is the ink
Soon as I think, it's just like my mind move from the blink
Call the pages my runway; the book is my launch pad
Soon as the sun blaze, its Renaissance on glass
My room is a sanctuary
The deeper my rhymes where the paintings are buried
Michelangelo where my writin' hands shows
Deep portraits like Van Gogh make my canvas glow
I leave Babylon as soon as the battle is on
Look at the throne that the Priest, the Pharaoh is on
No father could style, it's the Immaculate Deception
I'm just rappin' you pregnant
the cac mamba
Veteran
*when hes shytfaced
the cac mamba
Veteran
priest dropped these 
jay spit this tho
They call me Jay Electronica
fukk that.
Call me Jay ElecHannukah
Jay ElecYarmulke
Jay ElecRamadaan Muhammad Asalaamica RasoulAllah Supana Watallah through your monitor.
jay spit this tho
They call me Jay Electronica
fukk that.
Call me Jay ElecHannukah
Jay ElecYarmulke
Jay ElecRamadaan Muhammad Asalaamica RasoulAllah Supana Watallah through your monitor.
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Thatrogueassdiaz
We're on the blood path now
Never knew he released a video for that song. Thanks
vaudevillevillain
All Star
my apologies
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vaudevillevillain
All Star
maybe in the psychic world of walter reed... but not here on earth
How can jay elec be even compared to priest when he has no body of work?
Are you talking about? Dude doesn't have any official albums but he has over 100 songs out and features etc. those don't count??
JayBaldacci
All Star
no comparison...