Jay Electronica's 10 Most Devastating Lyrics

There's not too many emcees like Timothy Elpadaro Thedford on this Earth. The talented titan better known by his stage name Jay Electronica is a force within the fixtures of rap who looks to show all the doubters the source of his power with Act II: Patents of Nobility (The Turn). With the game eager to thank him for being so fly on the M-I-C, the young New Orleans tycoon has delivered his brand of braggadocios to the masses with an effortless cool that makes heads do a double take.

Consistently spitting hocus-pocus since What The Fvck Is A Jay Electronica?!, Jay ElectRamadaan has more than just Nas, T.I. and Diddy wondering what's taking him so long. The Roc Nation recording artist, who is currently putting the finishing touches on his major label debut, has more than just a lot of family, he's got a lot of fans! That's why we here at VIBE Pop Culture got his back like the Verizon man.

With victory in his clutches, we present Jay Electronica's 10 Most Devastating Lyrics, and hope you'll be ready for the championship party!

Exhibit A —

I spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerates
Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit
Get that type of media coverage Obama get, spit that Kurt Vonnegut
That blow your brain Kurt Cobain, that Nirvana shit
Who gon' bring the game back?
Who gon' spit that Ramo on the train tracks
That gold rope, that five-finger ring rap

Right after the intro elaborates the narrative, the Architect gets busy challenging the current lions of rap with a confident lead-in. With an incredible blow delivered to the egos within *the game, Jay follows with bars so littered with meta that your SEO would gain top ranking just with its inclusion. Dropping names like Vonnegut and Cobain, the Brooklyn transplant solidifies his status as a true school savant by questioning the game using Ramo as a witness to know just how ill he is.

Don't believe us, you can see for yourself below:

-* the game = Hip-Hop

Voodoo Man —

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 prison whistling
The Christ told me come closer to the light man
I went blind woke up in front of a mic stand

Many wonder aloud, "What is so special about Jay Electronica?" To them, our answer is simple: creativism. Lyrically daring, creative with a purpose, and defiant of the status quo, Jay Electronica cuts through the norm within Hip-Hop's elite. On "Voodoo Man," you'll get the understanding of what Elect aims to bring to the game in his magically-infused bars. The black god mingled a bit with the otherside to transmute a dope beat into a devastating rhyme.

You can see for yourself below:

The Announcement —

A newly appointed ruler who move with no observation like W.D
Say my name on a record, WW III
I’ll put you niggas in a box like the WB
Here’s a footnote on the Blueprint, Whoms fucking with We?
Yeah, Bad grammar Widescreen panorama
Paranormal activity seen on the camera
So if you want that turmoil
I’ll Twitter Facebook YouTube Worldstar you
Rap Radar Nahright 2dopeboy you
Your plans is foiled, your guns is borrowed
We living in tomorrow, a tissue for your sorrows

Jay is not Illuminati, but it can be said that his eye is on the throne. Hell, it can even be said that sun is the reason why there's a Best Hip-Hop Blog category at this year's BET Hip-Hop Awards...but that's another story. The Down Bottom Baron adds a "footnote to the Blueprint" with this song some would say they've only heard on that Mountain Dew commercial. In actuality, Jay Elect spits a call to action for those in the streets and on the InternetS to keep their eye one of the geniuses in the game, who is prime and ready to deliver blackout verses to the masses.

You can listen to the announcement for yourself below:

The Ghost Of Christopher Wallace —

Mr. Officer, please observe my skin tone
Please observe the prophecies of hurricane and brimstone
The flow’s so Tolstoy, Fyodor Dostoy
Half oyster, half shrimp, fully dressed po' boy
Lyrically I'm unfuckwitable, unforgettable, one tough miracle
Competition's none, I leave 'em dumbstruck, critical

On this night, you can only imagine as the Black gods mingled to create this concoction of cinematic goodness. Diddy, never shy about his affinity for the rhymeslinger, was the evening's svengali to Jay's young magi — and together they made magic. Can you name four other rapper's who quoted Fyodor Dostoevsky? Don't worry, we'll wait... The "fully dressed po' boy" chefs up a gumbo-flavored hit with Sylvia's favorite customer to leave competition "dumbstruck, critical".

You can listen to the seance for yourself below:

Exhibit C —

They call me Jay Electronica
Fvck that
Call me Jay ElecHannukah
Jay ElecYarmulke
Jay ElectRamadaan
Muhammad Asalaamica RasoulAllah
Subhanahu wa ta'ala through your monitor

If anybody ask you, who Jay be? Just say that he was a painter who drew Ali. Witticisms aside, the N'Awlins nightstalker declared himself to the world Hakuna Matata style. Try rhyming these bars Kriss Kross style and see if you have the lyrical dexterity as ElectHannukah. The masterful way he flips his wordplay is like a lyrical extremis blessed in the waters of Lake Minnetonka.

We'll let you take the evidence into consideration for yourself below:

Dear Moleskine —

Have you ever ever ever been depressed so bad
It was a struggle every day not to regret your past
Feeling cursed like you never ever get your swag
And you was speeding down the highway when your threshold pass
When you cried all your tears out
And one page of your diary can tell you what your year 'bout
That's a lonely place

These were the bars that launched a thousand ships, as the Just Blaze-produced cut echoed out laptop speakers causing a fervor. Jay had captured a life moment without InstaGram. Better still, we were there to witness it in rare form. The classic cut beguiles the listener with the intro horns, yet Electronica is Miles Davis on the beat as he expresses our inner most thoughts about the allure of the game.

You can listen to this lyrical letter in the clip below:

Just Begun —

I'm in New York now, like Akeem and Semmi was
Tryna get the lobby door open from a semi-buzz
I just wanna go to the slum
And throw my money on the floor like the Notorious BUM, uh
Build a home, teach a class, start a revolution
Free the mind, heal the body, talking evolution

It's no secret that Jay Elect's a neighborhood guy. His footprints leave from New Orleans, go to Baltimore and arrive in New York. On any given Sunday, you may run into him around Restoration Plaza catching the intramural guys playing baseball. His announcement on Reflection Eternal's "Just Begun" track that he was Bed-Stuy bound incited the Internets with his "Notorious B.U.M." reference and revolutionary wordplay.

Who do you think had the best verse? You can watch the video below:

Annakin's Prayer —

Look at this [bitch] smilin' in a nigga face I hate her
I can drill a hole at the Earth's equator
Fill it with dynamite and make another Moon with craters
See you later
She ain't know, that innocent shit with Obi-Wan
Behind a Jedi back can turn Anakin to Vader, [bitch]
Your lack of faith in the Force is disturbin',
And if it wasn't Jack Daniels and Parliament
Lights it would have been murder
My eyes is red like ketchup

In the words of the late Patrice O'Neal, "It's not love if you haven't imagined killing her!" Everyone from B.I.G. to Eminem mused what they would do to their significant other — and here Jay does the same. "Fill it with dynamite and make another Moon with craters" is all the lovely lady in his life has to look forward to. At least she's not sentenced to be with the Bore Worms...

Listen to Annakin's prayer below:

Shiny Suit Theory —

Terrorize these artificial rap niggas and spread love
Pollenate they ear buds
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 them! I let the dice roll like the father did
I gotta shine it's in my blood I'm a Harlem kid

Since when did Black men become Kings? The question posed by Jay-Z was an answer for rap fans looking for more substance in their songs. On the "Shiny Suit Theory," Jay rhymes from the perspective of Diddy, giving pearls of wisdom to himself become the game's first real-life double entendre.

You can see if Jay's theory still apply by pressing play below:

Spark It Up —

My du-rag create sound waves I'm Jay Pivotal
Spun the cypher running with Christ plus I'm a sniper
One with the dice one with the mics and nobody's nicer
I payed the price-ah
And now I'm heating up the rostrum
Sucker emcees get struck to they knees playing possum

The tape that had more web-heads fiending for more bumping track after track out of the speakers, What The Fvck Is A Jay Electronica?! definitely had the game scratching its head. "Is it Hip-Hop? Is it Boom Bap? Truth is it's all that and more, as Jay deftly showcases an ability to spin a metaphor on its axis and access the jewel within.

Is there a part 2 to "Spark It Up" somewhere? You can listen to the cut for yourself below: