Jay Electronica – Shiny Suit Theory

Jay Electronica – Shiny Suit Theory (audio)

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Shiny Suit Theory · Jay Electronica · The-Dream

A Written Testimony

℗ 2020 Roc Nation, LLC

Released on: 2020-03-13

Producer: Jay Electronica
Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer: Young Guru
Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer: Michael Chavarria
Studio Personnel, Mastering Engineer: Tony Dawsey
Composer Lyricist: Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah
Composer Lyricist: Shawn Carter
Composer Lyricist: Terius Nash
Composer Lyricist: Barbara Mason

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Comment (26)

  1. This mane is bout too make #'s basically like a cult… this ain't for the radio… yeah its ah old classic… that's how hard it is… this generation play the radio… n mumble rap… feel me n Jay… I been ah fan 10yrs ago wit no album… foh u dummies

  2. One two, one two, yeah, uh huh, yeah!

    I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
    My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know"
    I pack up all my sins and I wear 'em to the show
    And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go
    I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
    My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know"
    I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow
    And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go

    In the land before time
    A land before altar boys, synagogues and shrines, man was in his prime
    Look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme
    The method is sublime, you get blessed with every line
    I'm in touch with every shrine from Japan to Oaxaca
    The melanated carbon-dated phantom of the chakras
    Me and Puff, we was chilling in Miami
    He said, "Nigga fuck the underground, you need to win a Grammy
    For your mama and your family, they need to see you shined up
    You built a mighty high ladder, let me see you climb up
    Nigga, what you scared of?
    Terrorize these artificial rap niggas and spread love, pollinate they earbuds
    Like you supposed to, spit it for the culture
    Pay no attention to the critics and the vultures
    They rather have a shot of Belvy just to spite you
    They casting judgments 'cause they feel they got the right to
    Fuck 'em, I let the dice roll like The Father did
    I gotta shine, it's in my blood, I'm a Harlem kid
    I treat my babies right, treat my ladies ladylike
    Hit them with a remix to make sure that they play me twice
    I thought you said it's the return of the black kings
    Luxurious homes, fur coats and fat chains"

    I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
    My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know"
    I pack up all my sins and I wear 'em to the show
    And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go
    I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
    My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know"
    I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow
    And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go

    [Jay-Z:]
    In this manila envelope, the results of my insanity
    Quack said I crossed the line 'tween real life and fantasy
    Can it be the same one on covers with Warren Buffett?
    Was ducking the undercovers, was warring with muh'fuckers
    Went from warring to Warren, undercovers to covers
    If you believe in that sort of luck, your screws need adjusting
    In the world of no justice and black ladies on the back of buses
    I'm the immaculate conception of rappers-slash-hustlers
    My God, it's so hard to conceive
    But it all falls perfect, I'm like autumn is to trees
    Aw, the doc interrupted
    He scribbled a prescription for some Prozac, he said, "Take that for your mustard
    Boy, you must be off your rocker
    If you think you'll make it off the strip before they 'Pac ya
    Nigga, you gotta be psychotic or mixing something potent with your vodka
    It takes a lot to shock us but you being so prosperous is preposterous
    How could this nappy-headed boy from out the projects
    Be the apple of America's obsession?
    You totally disconnected with reality, don't believe in dreams
    Since when did black men become kings?"

    [The-Dream:]
    You have no idea, yeah
    The meaning to what I say
    And you have no idea
    Of how I got this way
    Now hear my dreams
    And by the time you wake
    I'll look down from the clouds
    See I'm on my way

    [Jay Electronica:]
    I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
    My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know"
    I pack up all my sins and I wear 'em to the show
    And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go
    I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
    My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know"
    I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow
    And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go

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