Jay Electronica and Jay-Z Bring the Spirit of Hip-Hop Back

The shots fired at Worldstar Hip-Hop by the Zulu Nation, and the various shots fired at radio, media and even your favorite deejays must have gotten the attention of one of Rap's largest stars. Jay-Z attended the Brooklyn Music Festival over the weekend, and was flanked by members of the Nation Of Islam's Fruit Of Islam. Jay was brought on stage to do his verse of the song "We Made It", and you could feel the fresh air through the lyrics. Jay-Z's "chase Yacub back to the cave" gave some hope that maybe Hova is ready to throw in the towel with the nonsense lyrics and give back to the Culture.

July 13

Rac Nation's newly-signed Jay Electronica’s set at the Brooklyn Hip-Hop Fest this weekend — rockin his FOI uniform, which he asked to switch from last to second-to-last “as a sign of respect” to co-headliner Raekwon — with appearances from Mac Miller, J. Cole and, yes, Roc boss Jay Z himself.

The Brooklyn Hip Hop Festival celebrates its tenth anniversary this year. See photos and video of the performances below, including performances from Jay and Jay of “Shiny Suit Theory,” “Young, Gifted & Black,” and “We Made It”–the Jay Z freestyle on which Jay Electronica is featured–below:

Here is the video of the song with lyrics from YouTube:

 

Here are the lyrics. Is Jay and Jay ushering in the new movement and doing away with the nonsense? Or is it just one song? With THIS much knowledge, they should keep going on this path:

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers

the labels, they labeled me

But they can’t relate to our struggle, my nigga

We came up from slavery

Apologies go out to all of my fans

‘cuz they waited so patiently

This one is for all of the lost and forgotten

Black angels that prayed for me

A milli, a milli, niggas love me ‘cuz I’m ill

The greatest story ever told, niggas in the field

from Solomon to Sambo to Django, it’s fact

I’m the Farrakhan of rap and I get it from the wheel

The son of WD, who hung around the D

Who ran around in the three, the trap gods raised me

Face all the Sphinx, story all in the wall of the pyramids

Niggas know the Black God saved me

You can blow the nose off, that won’t change it

Obamacare won’t heal all that anguish

We came a long way from the bottom of the boat

All praise to the Mahdi, we found our language

Gold necklace, middle finger erected

God tribe of Shabazz stylin’ on the record

Lost sons of Muhammad, wildin’ on the wreckage

Asha du illah illaha is the message

All these niggas, I got to fight one

All these devils, I got to strike some

All these rebels just waitin’ on the war cry

Mama said “son, you got to strike drum”

Roc Nation, celebration

Motivation, elevation

Nigga we made it from slaves on a slaveship

Live from the cotton fields

Straight to the spaceship” ~Jay Electronica

Hop off the slave ship

Poppin’ my chain, and took it to Jacob

I got it gold plated

Walked in that b*** like “Nigga, we made it!”

I own my own masters

You kno I ain’t missin’ no royalty statements

I can’t be rated, dam Hov stunt on them haters

Sorry Mrs Drizzy for so much art talk

Silly me rappin’ ‘bout shyt I bought

While these rappers rap about guns they aint shot

And a bunch of other silly shyt that they ain’t got

I’m on my Lupita Nyongo

Stuntin’ on stage, after 12 years a slave

This Ace of Spades look like a Oscar

Black tux, look like a mobster

Don’t make me RRRRAA yah, nigga watch ya tone

I come to court with black boxers on

Y’all hella jealous of my melatonin’

I could black out at any given moment

I’m God, G is the 7^th letter made

So when my arms and feet shackled

I still get paid

All praises due, I’m ready to chase

The yacub back into caves

These are the last days, but do I seem fazed?

Showed up at the last supper in some brand new J’s

I’m the true and livin’

Book of the Hove, new religion

8^th wonder of the world, alien, superstition

You’re blind, baby

Blind to the fact of you are, maybe

My bloodline’s crazy

Kings and queens and Michael Jordan rings

I go stupido, sucio, the flow is filthy

Y’all can’t kill me, I’m inoculated

From the snakes and the fakes

The corny handshakes, c** sucker, we made it”

~Jay-Z