Ghost Of Soulja Slim (Explicit)

Ghost Of Soulja Slim (Explicit) - Jay Electronica

Lyrics by：Larrance Dopson/Khirye Tyler/Chris Payton/Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah/Shawn Carter/ouis Farrakhan/James Tapp/Craig Lawson/John Williams

Composed by：Larrance Dopson/hirye Tyler/hris Payton/lpadaro F. Electronica Allah/hawn Carter/Louis Farrakhan/James Tapp/Craig Lawson/John Williams

So all you scared to death negros

Just sit down

Don't you come out to defend our enemy

You sit down and you shut up

And tell your master to come on out and deal with this

Next time they bring up the Gods you gon' respect us

That lil' vest ain't gonna do you I shoot from neck up

I ain't even tryna hold ya Magnolia Slim

I'm a soldier from that mode I'm the ghost of him

From the era of police stretcher no cameras catch it

Drop you off in a rival hood you rather be arrested

If you didn't have no straps you couldn't wear your necklace

N***as hand around your throat that's a choker reference

My ancestors took old food made soul food

Jim Crow's a troll too he stole the soul music

That's the blood that goes through me so you assumin'

I could never sell my soul they sold they soul to me

Peaceful teaching of Rumi but don't confuse me

You mouth off for the cameras I make a silent movie

Now here's some jewelry

No civilization is conquered from the outside

Until it destroys itself from within

Pen put a pin in that will come back when I fin

You can't talk like I talk 'cause you ain't been where I been young

If it come from me and Hov consider it Qur'an

If it come from any of those consider it Harām

The minaret that Jigga built me on the Dome of the Roc

Was crafted so beautifully consider this Adhan

From a hard place and a rock to the Roc Nation of Islam

I emerged on the wave that Tidal made to drop bombs

I came to bang with the scholars

And I bet you a Rothschild I get a bang for my dollar

The synagogue of Satan want me to hang by my collar

But all praise due to Allah Subhanahu wa ta'ala

I put on for my nation like I'm King T'Challa

Crushing the oyibo that try to bring wahala

You want it I got it

Don't make me have to blast this rocket uh

Jay Electricity

The thing he need like a whole in his head is publicity

Though he shine like a Christmas tree

Verily verily I tread through life merrily

Giving all thanks to God for this universal therapy

Think of things I said that you hated then

Empirical facts that can't be debated now

Things you say today I was sayin' then

Tell us who your favorite now