Abracadabra Songtext
von Jay Electronica

′Bout to do the intro to Jay Electronica's album
Shit called Leaflets
You don′t know how many times this brother
Has told me that he gon' put out an album
You know

So I hope he real serious

Leaflets, leaflets
They want me to talk some shit
Talk some shit about my nigga Jay Electronica
I hope you put out this motherfuckin' album
You ain′t bullshittin′, for real, man
'Cause people gotta feel that real soul, you know what I′m sayin'?
Hip-hop is in a very, very dangerous place, you know


Give ′em that shit, you know what I'm sayin′?
Liven up they souls, lift up they vibration
That's what God sent you here to do, you know
That's why we wait so long
We wait for things that are good ′
Cause good things come to those who wait
Great things come to those who wait
Yeah, you taught me a lot of patience, motherfucker
Now drop that shit

Conductor
Oh, I′m so blessed (Lord Jesus)
Blessed (Lord Jesus)
Yes, I'm so blessed
Oh, I′m so blessed
Thank you for everything you've done, Lord
I′m so blessed
Yes, Jesus
Oh, I'm so blessed

And if there′s any enemies that think you can take the house
Not anytime
We will kill you
And take your heads to the FBI office
Let them know that that old time stuff ain't workin' no more


Caution
I′m a fiery hot ball of various degrees of energy
You couldn′t imagine it just beginnin' me
And it′s clear to anybody who watch me with eyes
That I walk around with total disregard for the enemy
The entire trajectory of my career scream "Fuck the industry"
Yet you can't have a debate ′bout the greats and not mention me
Abracadabra
Houdini and David Blaine ain't got nothin′ on gang

I came in the name who make earthquakes and rain
Fuck around with the fuckin' 'round and get your head split
My ancestors came to this land on slave ships
Miss Dorothy raised me up on the songs of David
Plus worked her whole life day and night on grave shift
So just know Jay Electronica ain′t to be played with

I ain′t lettin' it slide, I ain′t come for the vibes
'Cause Miss Ruby, Miss Zeno, Miss Harry, Miss Catherine
Miss Sylvia, Miss Lou, and Miss Lee
From my project steps, they all paid tithes and I came to collect

I ain′t come for the chain, I ain't come for the check
And I bet you an album with Hov, I came for the neck
Niggas thought I was playin′ a game, I said "Bet"

Thank you for everything you've done, Lord
I'm so blessed

Why he act like he got a chip on his shoulder?
Bitch, I got a whole fuckin′ clip on my shoulder
Bitch, I got a whole fuckin′ ship on my shoulder
I got a first floor Katrina project brick on my shoulder
I got a government up on my shoulders
While I wage war with the pedophiles for the children of Jehovah
So watch how you talk to me, love is all love
And I advise you to take either 'cause R is all blood
Believin′ what you see on the internet'll get you drugged
Oh, I′m so blessed

Wakin' me up this mornin′, Jesus
Thank God I'm blessed (I'm blessed)
Thank God I′m blessed (Lord Jesus)
Thank God I′m blessed (So blessed)
Yes, I'm so blessed