Not much else to say. Jay Electronica speaks for himself and a whole lot of other things at the same damn time.
Voodooman, chicken bone, chicken bone
I can make a thunderstorm from a light rain.
My ears start ringing. My nose get bloody.
I feel a lil’ bit of pressure on my right brain.
Intermission transmission,
Put me in submission.
Glistening trapped in the light prism, whistling.
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 disc shaped like a vessel
That was chiseled out of metal
Off the coast of Japan.
Fasting on the top of a mountain,
I went to Tepoztlán,
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 Son of Man.
Voodoman, civilize the savage,
Criticize the parish,
Spreading false doctrine,
Terrorise the cleric,
For carrying on nonsense.
Specialized lies to paralyse the conscience.
Voodoman,
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 highest buyer
Now you’re on a wire
Talking about 2-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
Questing for the Mindnut 