Vomitspit - Jay Electronica

"I'm in New York now like Akeem and Semi was

Tryna get the lobby door open off a semi buzz"- Jay Electronica

But Mickey Ds' was dirty, my rhyme book was neat..." - Joell Ortiz

Joell Ortiz

No analysis needed. Simply raw, unadulterated emotion spit on the track. I'm a straight sucker for this type ish. 

Dear Lord (word)
Why do I feel how I feel?
I could move a thousand bundles of krills (uh huh)
I could hit the lottery for a mil
Money no longer make me smile, it's wild
Stress hurt like burying your first child (word)
I'm really losin' my drive to do this music (damn)
If it don't happen after this, I'm through with it (done)
Twenty-five, still live at my mom's crib, two kids
Ever heard that saying, "so smart you're stupid"?
That's me
Fourteen and change on my S.A.T.'s
Chose the project over college, what a fuck up (fuck)
On the block hollering at bitches like "fuck you, you stuck up"
But what could a shorty see in a jerk,

I'm there when she leave, I'm there when she get back from work
What am I worth? (huh?)
Then they said my pay could get me out the P's
But he been away for five, so he don't see what I see (woof)
Mom's like "turn that down, I can't hear my T.V. (shit)
Worrying about them beats, I ain't raised no deadbeats (but I–)
Better find you a application boy, get up on yo feet" (right)
But Mickey' D's was dirty, my rhyme book was neat (ya)
Plus I ink my heart and soul in 'em sheets but uh
Holla at me though (word)
I'm so unhappy yo
Don't wanna be the dude in the barbershop that coulda made it (nah)
And decipher when young boys spittin' shit that's outdated
And 'em niggas walkin' away like 'homie was overrated' (damn)
Life ain't a bitch
Life is life and I hate it
Never tried suicide, I ain't got the heart to pull it
Know your brain feel pain when it stained by that bullet (whoa)
I don't wanna live
Yet I don't wanna die (die)
And have God say "you was about to do it, Joell why? " (why)
Daddy, do you even care that yo boy is still alive? (uhh)
Ain't seen you since '83, hello to you to (damn)
Guess I was unimportant, and you had to do you
Sad that I had to guess, that just added to my stress
Mom did her best– man, fuck that, I don't get it
How could you just go and forget that I existed? (your son)
Guess I'm not like you
'Cause I ain't a punk (no way)
I don't run away from problems, I solve 'em and man up (what)
Mom said I got a step-brother named Jamel
A older sister as well
Forgot her name
Why did we never meet?
I was the only child (uh huh)
Who wasn't an only child (uh huh)
Who felt lonely, wow (wow)
How can I tell my sons about a grandpa I ain't know? (you can't)
I'm done with you, yo next topic
I miss you Jibbs, I seen your daughters last month
They gettin' big (yeah)
I know you surprised in heaven that Yvette had a kid (haha)
Wish we could sip one more bluie together (one more)
In that RX-7, we all smelt like gas (haha)
Still we hopped in the pool, shopped off with her ass (shaw)
P.A. ain't the same without you
Whenever me and P.O. get bent, that's my word
We think about you (word)
Rollin' up your sleeve, that's when we knew you was drunk
Remember that time your armpit had that yellowish stuff? (haha)
What the fuck was that? (yeah)
Be proud of me, I'm coming up in rap (what)
Jus waiting on my dough, you know the biz (biz)
What up with Miz? Tell that nigga I say "what up? "
DeVon gettin' better in b-ball, his tall ass is tryna dunk (haha)
Through this gift right here, I promise to stay in touch one, 

When will this bus come? Been waitin' on this ride for years (years)
All my shirts is stiff from the driest tears
What the fuck? I'm nice, the world need to know (c'mon)
Comments on HipHopGame say "honestly, he should blow" (Joell)
All these meetings was lame, every one is the same (where we goin'?)
I pop in my demo and everyone blows insane
Walk out the building, head higher than cocaine
Only for me to never ever hear from them again (damn)
That's why I contemplate puttin' my pen away
But I don't, 'cause muh'fuckers did the same shit to Jay (word)
Coincidence? Nah, I don't believe in those (fuck em)
Shit happens for a reason, if this was meant, I'll know (word)
What do I got to do, Lord? My song's is tight (uh huh)
My shows is jam-packed, I'm hip hop's "anthrax" (sick)
Nobody can touch me but I'm still in the hood
How could you leave me around danger when your boy's this good?
Patience is a virtue but enough is enough (yeah)
By the time I get on I'll be to tired to celebrate
Yeah, I know I'm lying, I'll wake up when I get that cake (haha)
First thing I'll cop is a plane ticket and escape (flyy)
I don't care where just far away from here (gone)
Turn my phone off, unfold my beach chair and just stare (look at this shit)
Like "hell yeah, life"
Told you we twinkle our toes in the sand that's white (c'mon)
Last one to the ocean is weak
And swim in the water that's clear enough to stand up and see your feet (damn)
But that's only "if", if "If" was a CEO (what)
We'd all have a deal (huh)
We'd all sell a mil (word)
I'm talkin' to underdogs who feel how I feel
Well y'all can't feel how I feel, but you know what I mean
Right now I can only write about the things I've seen (cool though)
Sounds sad but, I could fit that in a sixteen
And the furthest I ever been was L.A. for a couple of days
Can't front, the plane was smooth and in front of the train (haha)
And anyway, everything ain't okay
I'm try and live for today, but tomorrow's a repeat of yesterday (psyche)
Same shit, different paper
Another let down, but they disguise it this time with a different answer (damn)
The game's scared to gamble and they know I'm nice (c'mon)
How you gonna double up yo dough if you don't roll 'em dice? (damn)
It's a fifty-fifty chance, but in my case, it's ninety-nine to one (one)
The one is what I'm gon' say when I'm done havin' fun with these tracks
'Cause yes, it's so, so easy (yeah)
Like readin' the Good Book in a room with no T.V. (what)
No I ain't braggin', just a confident kid (uh huh)
That ain't reaping the benefits he deserved for conquering "this" (c'mon)
"This" meaning the crowd (crowd), the art (art), hip hop itself
I am the one, Neo is my son
People, I'm from the bottom just like you
If you ain't from the bottom, no offense, but you are not who I write to (nah)
I'm the underdog's underdog, I love the R's (love 'em)
Joey feels so much better when the road was hard (ahh)
I can't wait, literally
I'm the epitome of what a real Emcee nigga should be (uh uh)
Follow me...

"Live from Bedford Stuyvesant the livest one..." - Biggie

Rest in peace

I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese

When I release, you loose teeth like Little Cease

Nigga please

Blood floods your dungarees

And that's just a half of my warpath

Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater

than the average player hater, and spectators

Buy my CD twice

They see me in the streets they be like you he nice

But that's on the low doe'

be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show

I pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothes

Short-change niggas

snort-cane niggas

extortion came quicker

Bought the Range' nigga

You still tickle me

I used to be as strong as ripple, till Little Cease crippled me

Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be

The games sour like like a pickle be

You all know the rules

Move from BK to New Jerus

Thinking 'bout, all the planes we flew

Bitches, we ran through

Now the years new

I lay my game flat

I want my spot back, take two

Motherfuckers mad 'cause I blew, niggas envious

Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous

When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina

Slugs missed you

I ain't mad at you (we ain't mad at you)

Blood rushing, concussions, ain't nothing

Catch cases, come out fronting

Smoking something

Sipping White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumping

I laced it wit the basic

6 TV's, a system, knocking Mase shit, face it

We hard to hit

Guard your shit, for I stick you, for your re-up

Wipe the pee up

Lick shots,woke your seed up

Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up

LONG KISS

[CHORUS X 2]

UH-I flaming gats, aiming at, these fucking...

Maniacs put my name in raps--"support them"

Games dat

Like they hustle backwards

I smoke Backwoods, and Duchees

Ya can't touch me

Try to rush me

Slugs go, touchy-touchy

You're bleeding lovely, with you, spirit above me

or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky

Now you rest eternally, sleepy, you burn when you creep me

Rest where the worms-n-the weak be

My nine flies, baptize, rap guys

With the holy ghost

I put holes in most, you hold your toast shakey

Slip-n-trying to break me

Look what you made me do, brains blue

My team in the Marine blew, six-coupe

Skeeded it out, weeded out, clean it out

The block for distance is, given long kisses bitch

[CHORUS X 2]

Frank White the menacing, chron-chrons' the medicine

I got the lettuce in

You turn green like cucumber skin got the new hummer in the summer when I was a new comer

then drugs and mac-10's

Hug from fake friends

Make ends they hate you, be broke girls won't date you

That's why I relate to, choke your ass out  'til your face blue, make you

Open the safe too

No matter how you call it (how you call it)

This brolic, alcoholic

Like his weed green'd out like his brick solid

Distribute to kids who, take heart like Valentine, drink Balentine, all the time

Slugs hit you chest tap the spine

Flat-line

Heard through the grapevine, you got fucked for times

Damn that three to nine, fucked you up for real doe'

"Slink steal slow"

As you remorse we feel no

[CHORUS X 6]

"...My uncles doin' life inside prison he wasn't wrapped to tight he told me 'rap about life not rap niggas'" - Kendrick Lamar

Simply put, Andre Benjamin is one of the best to ever do it. The upcoming illustrates how easily can can flip vocab, concepts, and content. All on top of an a plus delivery. Not many rappers can rap dialogue between characters quite like Dre.

So I'm watchin' her fine ass
Walk to my bedroom, and thought to myself
That's the shape of things to come

 Double meaning on the come? Perhaps, but regardless Dre is always nuanced with his raps about "relations"

She said, Why you in the club, you don't make it precipitate?
You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm

This is like a softball pitch for him. Why, despite being in a position to do so, does he not celebrate his wealth by showing off...he goes on to explain why...in great depth

I'm like, Why?
The world needs sun
The hood needs funds
There's a war going on and half the battle is guns
How dare I throw it on the floor
When people are poor
So I write like Edgar Allen to restore

In order to further his point he illustrates the need for more uplifting writing than for more negativity.

got a cord-
Umbilical attached to a place that can't afford
No landscaping, Or window draping
This old lady told me,
If I ain't got nothin' good, say nathin
That's why I don't talk much
I swear it don't cost much, to pay attention to me
I tell like it is, and I tell it how it could be
 He freaks the track even further discussing the literal and figurative ties that he has to the hood and sees it as a waste of time to use the microphone in a careless manner. Even evoking the words of elders to support his position (If you don't have anything good to say, then don't say anything at all). He'd rather tell it how it is and tell it how it could be.


The hood be

Requesting my services, Oh don't get nervous it's

Step yo game up time, These ain't them same old rhymes

Designed to have you dancin' in some club

****** write to me

Woman be off up in they tub

 Exfoliating  with they pom poms

Yellin' GO 3000!

I'm in my whatever bumpin' Nwa (N.W.A.)

A 100 miles in

Runnin' Runnin' Runnin' Runnin'

Summon

Woman

Come in

Sit down, heard you need some plumbing

Done in

I'm in

A swell mood

A rather swoll mood

Until she told me that she told dude

That she'll be back, she's going to the store

I didn't know she had a boyfriend, so the door

I pointed her to

I said, Call me when ya'll break up

I don't f**k nobody *****

And never on the Jacob, know what time it is

 Even when he is doing classic braggadocio and sexual prowess rap, Dre always seems to take a moral high ground. Here he criticizes a girl for attempting to seduce him despite having a partner at home.

[Andre 3000:]

So I'm watchin' her fine ass
Walk to my bedroom, and thought to myself
That's the shape of things to come
She said, Why you in the club, you don't make it precipitate?
You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm
I'm like, Why?
The world needs sun
The hood needs funds
There's a war going on and half the battle is guns
How dare I throw it on the floor
When people are poor
So I write like Edgar Allen to restore, got a cord-
Umbilical attached to a place that can't afford
No landscaping, Or window draping
This old lady told me,
If I ain't got nothin' good, say nathin
That's why I don't talk much
I swear it don't cost much, to pay attention to me
I tell like it is, and I tell it how it could be
The hood be
Requesting my services, Oh don't get nervous it's
Step yo game up time, These ain't them same old rhymes
Designed to have you dancin' in some club
****** write to me
Woman be off up in they tub
Exfoliating with they pom poms

Yellin' GO 3000!
I'm in my whatever bumpin' Nwa (N.W.A.)
A 100 miles in
Runnin' Runnin' Runnin' Runnin'
Summon
Woman
Come in
Sit down, heard you need some plumbing
Done in
I'm in
A swell mood
A rather swoll mood
Until she told me that she told dude
That she'll be back, she's going to the store
I didn't know she had a boyfriend, so the door
I pointed her to
I said, Call me when ya'll break up
I don't f**k nobody *****
And never on the Jacob, know what time it is
***** just tryin' to live
Like a ***** supposed to live
If I still drank that malt liquor
I pour the beer
On the ground for ****** not around
I started off starvin'
Now they got me out here Brett Farve'n
Trynna see if I still got it... (got it...)
I guess it's like a fight think about it...
(oh oh oh no no)
..bout it...bout it... (oh oh oh no no)
oh oh oh....

"Out on bail, fresh outta jail California dreaming..." - Tupac

Well. One of the most prolific authors of murda music is finally out of jail. I have a lot to say about P but let me just start with a Saturday afternoon back in 92'.

I was at home watching Teen Summit on BET and the musical guests were these two kids called Mobb Deep. They were rapping about peer pressure and other shit, but for whatever reason, there seemed to be a disconnect between the message, and the messengers.

Fast forward a few months and while at Skippy Whites Records I saw a cassette tape with those same kids. Only this time they were rocking all black, Timbs, and what appeared to be a Russian sickle. The song Peer Pressure was there, but so was "Hit it from the Back", "Project Hallways", and "Stomp Em out". I knew these dudes were fronting on the non violent stuff, but their music had potential. Couple of years later they released The Infamous and the rest is history.

Welcome home P.

Vomitspit - Smoke Dza

This is a pretty mediocre "free"style overall however he made me crack a smile at the 41 second mark.








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