"Abracadabra" lyrics

I'm 'bout to do the intro to Jay Electronica's album
Shit called Leaflets
You don't know how many times...
This brother has told me that he gonna put out an album
You know...
So I hope he real serious (It's called Leaflets)
Leaflets... Leaflets... they want me to talk some shit
Talk some shit about my nigga Jay Electronica
I hope he put out this motherfuckin' album
And you ain't bullshitting, for real, man
'Cause people gotta feel that real soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Hip-Hop is in a very, very dangerous place, you know
Give them that shit, you know I'm sayin'?
Liven up they souls, lift up they vibration
That's what God sent you here to do, you know?
That's why we wait so long
We wait... for things that are good
'Cause good things come to those who wait
Great things come to those who wait
Yeah, you taught me a lot of patience, motherfucker
Now drop that shit

(Conductor)
"Lord... I'm so glad..." (Conductor)
Lord Jesus...
Lord Jesus...
"I'm so glad" "So glad (So glad...)"
I... when I wake up in the morning time
"Glad (So glad...)"
I give thanks to God
For everything you've done for me in my life, yeah
Think of everything You've done, Lord, I do
Yes, Jesus

(Go 'head... go 'head... yes, sir...)
And if there's any enemies that think you can take the house
(Go 'head, sir! Go 'head!)
Not any time (Go 'head!)
We will kill you (Yessir!) (YESSIR!)
Uh-huh, and take your heads (Yessir!)
To the FBI office (YESSIR!)
Let them know (YESSIR!)
That that old time stuff ain't workin' no more

Uh huh
Caution, I'm a fiery hot ball of various degrees of energy
You couldn't imagine that just begin in me
And it's clear to anybody who watch me with eyes
That I walk around with total disregard for the enemy
The entire trajectory of my career scream "fuck the industry"
Yet you can't have a debate about the greats and not mention me
Abracadabra, Houdini and David Blaine ain't got nothing on gang
I came in the name who made earthquakes and rain
Fuck around with the fuck-around and get your head split
My ancestors came to this land on slave ships
Ms. Dorothy raised me up on the psalms of David
Plus worked her whole life, day and night on grave shift
So just know Jay Electronica ain't to be played with
I ain't letting it slide, I ain't come for the vibes
'Cause Miss Ruby, Miss Zino, Miss Harry
Miss Katherine, Miss Sylvia
Miss Lou and Miss Lee from my projects steps, they all paid tithes
And I came to collect
I ain't come for the chain, I ain't come for the check
And I bet you an album with Hova, I came for the neck
Niggas thought I was playin' a game, I said, "Bet"
(Think of everything You've done, Lord, I do...)
"Why he act like he got a chip on his shoulder?"
Bitch, I got a whole fucking clip on my shoulder
Bitch, I got a whole fucking ship on my shoulder
I got a first full Katrina project brick on my shoulder
Hmph, I got a government up on these shoulders
While I wage war with the pedophiles for the children of Jehovah
So watch how you talk to me, love, it's all love
And I advise you to take Indicas, oils or blunt
Believing what you see on the internet'll get you drugged

"I'm glad (So glad...)"
"Glad... (So glad...)"
"I'm glad (So glad...)"
"Yes... I'm so glad..."

For wakin' me up this morning, Jesus
Thank God, I'm blessed (I'm blessed!)
Thank God, I'm blessed (Lord, Jesus!)
Thank God, I'm blessed (I'm blessed! So blessed)
Yeah, I'm so blessed ("So blessed")