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J A Y E L E C T R O N I C A “Ghost Of Soulja Slim" (Lyric Video)
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クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Electronica
Jay Electronica
Vocals
Chris Payton
Chris Payton
Guitar
Larrance Dopson
Larrance Dopson
Keyboards
Khirye Tyler
Khirye Tyler
Keyboards
Louis Farrakhan
Louis Farrakhan
Sampled Artist
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Payton
Chris Payton
Songwriter
Larrance Dopson
Larrance Dopson
Songwriter
Khirye Tyler
Khirye Tyler
Songwriter
Louis Farrakhan
Louis Farrakhan
Songwriter
Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah
Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
J. Tapp
J. Tapp
Songwriter
Craig Lawson
Craig Lawson
Songwriter
John Williams
John Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Electronica
Jay Electronica
Producer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
Dylan Del Olmo
Dylan Del Olmo
Recording Engineer
Young Guru
Young Guru
Mixing Engineer

歌詞

So, are you scared to death, negro? Just sit down, don't you come out to defend our enemy You sit down and you shut up And tell your master to come on out and deal with this Next time they bring up the gods, you gon' respect us That lil' vest ain't gonna do you, a truth from Makkah I ain't even tryna hold you, Magnolia Slim I'm a soldier from that mode, I'm the ghost of him From the era of police stretcher, no cameras catch it Drop you off in a rival hood, you rather be arrested If you didn't have no straps, you couldn't wear your necklace Niggas hand around your throat, that's a choker reference My ancestors took old food, made soul food Jim Crowe's a trope too, he stole his own music That's the blood that goes through me, so if you assumin' I could never sell my soul, they sold they soul to me Peaceful teachings of Rumi, but don't confuse me You mouth off for the cameras, I'll make a silent movie Now here's some jury No civilization has conquered from the outside until they destroy themselves from within Pen, put a pin in that, will come back when I fled You can't talk like I talk 'cause you ain't been where I been, young If it come from me and Hov, consider it Qur'an If it come from any of those, consider it Harām The minaret that Jigga built beyond the dome of the Roc Was crafted, so beautifully, consider this Saddam From a hard place and a rock to the Roc Nation of Islam I emerged on the wave that Tidal made to drop bombs I came to bang with the scholars And I bet you a Rothschild, I get a bang for my dollar The synagogue of Satan want me to hang by my collar But all praise due to Allah Subhanahu wa ta'ala I put on for my nation like I'm King T'Challa Crushing the oyinbo that try to bring wahala You want it, I got it Don't make me have to blast this rocket, uh Jay Electricity The thing you need like a hole in his head is publicity Go shine like a Christmas tree Verily, verily, I tread through like merrily Giving all thanks to God for this universal therapy Think of things I said that you hated then Empirical facts that can't be debated now Things you say today, I was sayin' then Tell us who your favorite now
Writer(s): James Jr. Tapp, Larrance Dopson, Andre G Previn, Chris Payton, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Louis Farrakhan, Shawn C. Carter, Elpadaro Allah, John Williams, Craig Stephen Lawson, Dory Previn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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