The Notebook: Jay Electronica

Posted: Friday, March 19, 2010 by The Urbalists in Labels: , , , , , , ,

Who would've thought a couple of years ago that Jay Electronica would be in the position that he's currently in? Originally hailing from New Orleans (admittedly not the mecca of complex, thoughtful lyricism in hip-hop music), Jay Elec has defied and broken any last stereotype of the typically predictable, under-lyrical, over-swaggerred Southern rapper by dropping a couple of interesting tracks and projects over the past 2 years, most notably "Act I - Eternal Sunshine" and even producing Nas' incredible intro "Queens Get The Money", from his Untitled album.

But how things have evolved for him since dropping the already-classic "Exhibit C" is almost unheard of for an underground so-called "lyrical" act. Going from "barely known" to being called the second coming of Nas is quite the leap indeed after just one song. "Exhibit C" even managed to crack iTunes' Top 10 Most Downloaded list when it was first released back in December. Since then, we've seen a multitude of rappers, from the obscure to the famous, trying to recreate their magic over that Just Blaze beat, most of them to no avail. Some even got clever and tried to spit on the previously released but just as stellar "Exhibit A", which had dropped in late 2008. But how nice is Jay Elec, really? We'll let you be the judge of that with our very first Notebook column. Below you'll find the song and also the lyrics for those you like to follow.

When I was sleepin on the train
Sleepin' on Meserole Ave out in the rain
Without even a single slice of pizza to my name 
Too proud to beg for change, mastering the pain 
When New York niggas were calling Southern rappers lame 
But then jacking our slang 
I used to get dizzy spells, hear a little ring 
The voice of an angel, telling me my name 
Telling me that one day I'ma be a great man 
Transforming with the Megatron Don, spittin out flames 
Eatin' wack rappers alive shittin' out chains 

I ain't believe it then, nigga I was homeless
Fightin', shootin dice, smokin weed on the corners
Tryna find the meaning of life in a Corona 
Till the Five Percenters rolled up on a nigga and informed him 
"You either build or destroy. Where you come from?" 
"The Magnolia projects in the 3rd ward slum" 
"Hmmm... its quite amazing that you rhyme how you do 
And how you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru." 
Question 14 - Muslim Lesson 2: Dip diver, Civilize a 85er 
I make the devil hit his knees and say the Our Father 
Abracadabra! You rockin with the True and Living 
Shout out to Lights Out, Joseph I, Chewy Bivens 
Shout out to Baltimore, Baton Rouge, my crew in Richmond 
While y'all debated who the truth was like Jews and Christians
I was on Cecil B, Broad Street, Master, North Philly, South Philly, 23rd, Tasker 
6 Mile, 7 Mile, Hartwell, Gratiot
Where niggas really would pack a U-haul truck up 
Put the high beams on
Drive up on the curb at a barbecue and hop out the back like "what's up!" 
Kill a nigga, rob a nigga, take a nigga, bust up 
That's why when you talk the tough talk I never feel ya 
You sound real good and you play the part well 
But the energy you givin off is so unfamiliar... I don't feel ya 

Nas hit me up on the phone, said "What you waitin on?"
Tip hit me up with a Twitt, said "What you waitin on?"
Diddy send a text every hour on the dot sayin
"When you gon drop that verse, nigga, you taking long"
So now I'm back spittin that He Could Pass A Polygraph
That Reverend Run rockin Adidas out on Hollis Ave
That FOI, Marcus Garvey, Nikki Tesla 
I shock like a eel, electric feel, Jay Electra

They call me Jay Electronica... Fuck that.
Call me Jay ElecHannukah 
Jay ElecYarmulke
Jay ElecRamadaan 
Muhammad Asalaamica
RasoulAllah Supana Watallah through your monitor
My Uzi still Weighs A Ton check the barometer
I'm hotter than the muthafuckin' sun check the thermometer 
I'm bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man
My momma told me never throw a stone and hide your hand
I got a lot of family, you got a lot of fans
That's why the people got my back like the Verizon man
I play the back and fade to black and then devise a plan
Out in London, smoking, vibin' while I ride the tram
Givin’ out that raw food to lions disguised as lambs
And, by the time they get they seats hot
And deploy all they henchmen to come at me from the treetops
I’m chillin out at Tweetstock
Building by the millions
My light is brilliant 


  1. nice post!!!! i like it!!! from Sensei