- Lyrics
- Album list
Jay Electronica
-
Exhibit C (Instrumental)
When I was sleepin' on the train Sleepin' on Meserole Ave out in the rain Without even a single slice of pizza to my name Too proud to beg for change, mastering the pain
When New York niggas was calling Southern rappers lame But then jacking our slang I used to get dizzy spells, hear a little ring The voice of a angel, telling me my name
Telling me that one day I'ma be a great man Transforming with the Megatron Don, spittin' out flames Eatin' wack rappers alive, shittin' out chains I ain't believe it then
Nigga, I was homeless Fightin', shootin' dice, smokin' weed on the corners Tryna find the meaning of life in a na 'Til the 5 percenters rolled up on a nigga and informed him
'You either build or destroy, where you come from?' 'The Magnolia Projects in the 3rd Ward slum' 'Hmm, it's quite amazing that you rhyme how you do And how you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru'
Question 14, Muslim Lesson 2 Dip diver, civilize a 85er I make the devil hit his knees and say the Our Father Abracadabra
You rockin' with the True and Living Shout out to Lights Out, Joseph I, Chewy Bivens Shout out to Baltimore, Baton Rouge, my crew in Richmond While y'all debated who the truth was like Jews and Christians
I was on Cecil B, Broad Street, Master North Philly, South Philly, 23rd, Tasker 6 mile, 7 mile, Hartwell, Gratiot Where niggas really would pack a U-Haul truck up
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Put the high beams on Drive up on the curb at a barbecue And hop out the back like 'What's up!' Kill a nigga, rob a nigga, take a nigga, bust up
That's why when you talk the tough talk I never feel ya You sound real good and you play the part well But the energy you givin' off is so unfamiliar I don't feel ya
Nas hit me up on the phone, said 'What you waitin' on?' Tip hit me up with a twit, said 'What you waitin' on?' Diddy send a text every hour on the dot sayin' 'When you gon' drop that verse, nigga you taking long'
So now I'm back spittin that He Could Pass A Polygraph That Reverend Run rockin' Adidas out on Hollis Ave That FOI, Marcus Garvey, Nikki Tesla I shock like you a eel, electric filled, Jay Electra
They call me Jay Electronica, fuck that Call me Jay ElecHannukah, Jay ElecYarmulke Jay ElecRamadan, Muhammad Asalaamica, Rasoul Allah Supana Watallah through your monitor
My uzi still weighs a ton, check the barometer I'm hotter than the muthafuckin' sun, check the thermometer I'm bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man My momma told me never throw a stone and hide your hand
I got a lot of family, and you got a lot of fans That's why the people got my back like the Verizon man I play the back and fade to black and then devise a plan Out in London, smokin', vibin' while I ride the tram
Givin' out that raw food to lions disguised as lambs And by the time they get they seats hot And deploy all they henchmen to come at me from the treetops I'm chillin' out at Tweetstock building by the millions, my light is brilliant
-
|