[Intro:]
And his own story was as curious as his narrative. The tale of his life is the tale of a writer of incredible vision. An astute analyst and pundit. A lyricist compassionate and callous. A reckless hedonist and disaffected malcontent.
[Verse 1:]
I spit that Wonderama shit,
Me and my conglomerates shall remain anonymous,
Caught up in the finest 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 five-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 could 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 at Providence Hall, yeah!
They built my city on top of a grave,
Nigga, die, nigga, get high and watch the parade,
Back in the early '90s
‘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 the chariot.
I'm sittin' pretty, spittin' flames, grippin' grains,
Ain't a damn thing changed.
— How does he do it?
— My dear boy, do you ask a fish how it swims?
— No.
— Or a bird how it flies?
— No.
— No, sire, you don't! They do it because they were born to do it. What you are witnessing, dear friends, is the most enormous miracle of the machine age, the creation of a confectionery giant!
[Verse 2:]
They say, “Candyman, Candyman, spit me a dream!
Blow a chunk of the levee out and spit me a stream,
Knock a man's house down and build a casin',
A two thousand dollar government check from FEM'.”
I swam down shit's creek and came up clean
With a new lease on life like Andy Dufraine.
It's the most poetical, Nat King unforgettable,
Clarence 13X Allah's rhapsody from Bellevue.
I'm splittin' atoms, spittin' flames,
Bringin' change, things will 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 is elegant like Miss Coretta Scott King,
A lot of kings seen death and turn queen,
Crack they twenty-four inch rims in the ravine.
Respect the architect, never test the Elohim,
Goodnight, this is Jay Elec, live from New Orleans.
[Napoleon Hill:]
My journey has brought me to an understanding of the divine forces which we have all been bestowed. It was in this search that I came upon a revelation which has called me to guide millions of people towards their righteous destiny.
And on the seventh day…