Jay Electronica - Be Easy lyrics

Be easy, you ain't really ready for war With a bunch a live wire n***as ready for war So be easy you ain't really ready for war With a bunch of live wire n***as ready for war When the drama get to poppin well be at your door We can take it to a world you never seen before Talk slick get your a** whipped down to the floor Be easy my n***a be easy... Off top I bring the hot hot sh** That toxic You know how I spit That revolutionary pac sh** Some times I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick Sometimes I tell a hater to get off my dick My flow is mega sick Ya flow is delicate Big cars big guns the bling the rhetoric Call me jay boogie Microphone under my hoodie You cornball rappers could'ntdo nothing to me Ultramagnetic flowetic rhyme poetic grind daily Divine mind kinetic I shine blind with the light of the macmilli Seventy six trillion years I'm still here, honey you motherf**ers could'ntmatch me From new york to cakalacky, california to tallahasee, I terrorize a wack MC I be wilin on you I be stylin on you I'm wagin war with the devil The asiatic rebel is back swing Pawn to e-6 move swift but cunning Keep my knights on flank and my bishops gunning My BL queen she hold me down lovely The gravitational pulls too strong for you to budge me It's a lyrical miracle Pound for pound syllable for syllable I'm the unf**witable Eighty percent of my life I was subject to ridicule But it was the fuel that helped me to reach the pinnacle The flows like snowman I'm abominable This war has scarred me but the damage was minimal Paid dues Slaid crews Did my sheriff dirt but never made news The god stay smooth Made moves like Kasparov My sins like snake skins homie I cast em off Meet the elite throne crusher, the god fearin zone rusher Perform under pressure, Nobodys fresher The soul stepper Most of you lames never heard of me, I'm the third ward born phenomenon don won sportin the burberry Dippin in the flashiest car, In the mic booth spittin the ras wa The blase blah Blase splee You might find me in the D Gettin grimey with the D-A-M- to the E Mr porter in the lak Black pearl in the back Run your nab pack the loud gats that say sprrrraaat Where yo mans at now pa? He ain't around and he never show his face when it's time for style war I'm gettin busy with the one two stick em Let the rhythm hit em Sound like a prism n***a who is em Jay electronica lord of the rings Baptising ya'll with fire water slaughterin kings From seven mile to magnolia we crack soldiers Somebody shoulda told ya The rap game is ova