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Eternal Sunshine (The Pledge)

This song is by Jay Electronica and appears on the album Style Wars (2007).

Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind

She said she never fell in love with a superman
Christian, Muslim, Protestant, Lutheran,
I told her that being a mortal is the portal to the true nature of growth;
The Christ like Buddha man
That's why I never spit the traditional garbage of a night fight, bright lights, white ice to the fans
The radio is just a stereo, like the house ain't a home,
And a chair is just a chair, ask Luther Van
Go to work; go to church let your dreams die
Bowtie, final call, and a bean pie
Yarmulke for Hanukkah, wish list for Christmas
This is the gist of the life that we lead, why?
So you can fit in, with the close minded in the sit-ins, and get clotheslined in the ed-end
I could care less about a plaque and Bidd-enz or get Punk'd on TV by my frid-ends
Don't get a nigga wrong,
I get tempted by the rewards that all come along with making nigga songs
But what does it mean if I'm a Muslim and you a Jew and because of that alone we don't get along
And when you talk like this, and try to walk like this the radio stations'll never put a nigga on
Just Mims, just Fifty, just Wayne, just Jeezy, Dem Franchize Boyz, and Jimmy Jones
Fuck that, fuck rap this God-Hop,
King-dom mu-sic for the hard rocks
I'ma spit it till T-R-L get it and Hot ninety-seven hit the nigga with a bomb drop
Ask Flex, ask Slay, ask Who Kidd
Just Blaze said Jay is the new kid
I took Eternal Sunshine and I looped it
No drums no hook just new shit

Paper Thin

The handling of a hearts
A very delicate art
'Cause it's paper thin
One irrelevant thought
That started out as a spark
Could be a poisonous dart
That leaves a permanent mark
That's ice cold in the day and burns in the dark
And makes you never wanna see her face again
Tee-hee what a place I'm in
Lead me to the sta-tio-n
A one way ticket, don't look back
One cold tear that froze and cracked
A whole lotta pain I'm holdin' back
Shaft said: "Eff that, roll the sack"
I said: "If my skull was cracked
And blood ran out to the cul-de-sac
That could not match me where I'm at"
My memories flash me there and back
Yup there goes me right there in black
Hold her hand stop starin' back
She starts cryin' I start denying, it's my fault
And I'm aware of that
Man, in hindsight signs be glarin' back
Where's the map to show you where you're at?
I can hear the crowd yelling
I can smell the tire smoke
I can hear the starter pistol, where's the track
Ring, no answer came home late
Jane told dick she had a date
But they was just chillin'
And at that moment the right brain says to the left just kill 'em
Make the headlines
Make the front page
Wild out in the court house man thrill 'em
They'll say, "The boy dead wrong" but I feel 'em


Voodoo man, chicken bone chicken bone
I can make a thunderstorm from a light rain
My ears start ringing
My nose get bloody
I feel a little bit of pressure on my right brain
Intermission transmission
Put me in submission
Glistenin' trapped in the light prison whistlin'
The Christ told me come closer to the light man
I went blind woke up in front of a mic stand

Voodoo man, tap dancing in the French Quarter
Walking on water with a scroll in my hand
The blueprints for a disc shaped-like vessel
That was chiseled out of metal off the coast of Japan
Fasting on the top of a mountain I went to Tepoztlan
Saw a shiny object floating out of the ocean
I'm sort of like a postman
You can get the message if you want to understand
From the rap slumber man

Voodoo man, civilize the savage
Criticize the parish
Spreading false doctrine
Terrorize the cleric
For carrying on nonsense
Specialized lies to paralyze the conscience
Voodoo man, Chit chatter
Abracadabra, Spitting out matter
While I'm shitting out data
Mmm, chew 'em up shitting out rappers
Sipping Pelegrino while I'm giving out matches
Set yourself on fire
Let the wisdom of Elijah
Purify ya take a nigga higher
Sold your soul to the high-est buyer
Now you're on the wire
Talking about two-foot tires
Saying you sell crack
Clapping at cats with macs
But you a liar pants on fire
Same old rugged cross
Different crucified messiah


While you was blowin' X amount of dollars on a bracelet
The sovereign nation of France was openin' they files on the UFO phenomenon: i.e. spaceships
Its just the facts Jack, may as well face it
Every rhyme I write the seal get cracked in the chapter of Revelations
A atom get cracked in the blackness of meditation
Mysterious shit
Call me Jay Dogon I'm on some Sirius (serious) shit
Scholars wonder why do he bust
Allah blessed me with a Midas-y touch
Everything I lay the hands turn to Ethiopian gold; shiny and buffed
I got a firm understandin' on the minus and plus
So I ain't got time to argue with a rapper bout how he ain't got rhymes
That's fuckin' with mine's
I'm trying to kill Lucifer, so if I have to brake
'Cause a rapper in my face
Tellin' me that he the great
You can bet a shiny nickel I'll blast his motherfuckin' ass way past Jupiter
You couldn't be stupider
Fuckin' with the nuc-u-lear
Mayan, Aztec lion
Asiatic black man from Zion
Quetzalcoatl supreme, lettin' off steam
Dimethyltriptamine make a man dream
But y'all would much rather hear me rappin' bout trash
The size of Erykah's ass, blunts and cash
We need savin'
Minds are consumed with swine we need bathin'

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