don't give a fuck about your rings and your chains Your four-dot six Range Or Frankie B jeans I came in the game motherfucka was deaf to the bling Jay
There's a lot of shit goin on up in my hood I thank god I'm alive oh and I'm a knock on wood Yea he go and walk through the valley of death I know the
At nighttime all I do is pray and cry homie Cause everytime I call home somebody dying on me And every time I look around somebody lying on me Mr cheney
In a little while from now If I'm not feelin any less down I promise myself to pack my bags and visit a nearby town And climb into the top Or grab the
[Jay Electronica:] I banged a lot of shakers And no I don't spit scratch raps just know that my hands exchanged a lot of paper I lived a lifetime for
I'm chillin in college park eatin salmon and grits It's the black ceaser Jesus Hes just, the lyrical monster Boogie man outta the dumpster Black pharoah Jay
real good put the hood on it Now take that home and blow a bag a good on it Google my name then e me in the morning I'm jay electronica the black adam
I feel good when I wake up in the morning Yawning, crack a dawn And I say my prayers Thank god for makin me a super mc slayer Brush my teeth brush my
I wanna thank ya For bein so fly (so fly) You didn't know (didn't know) That it was my time They shoulda told ya I am for the people And on my shoulders
[feat. Naledge] It's Jay Renaissance Man, On the Red Eye from France, Passers by say the meteoric rise was happenstance, But everything is illuminated
the prophets like Islamics or the Dalai Lama Your bullet points so hollow they could prolly pierce body armor Look in the scope, my people still a target [Jay Electronica
When I walk motherfucker, My uzi weighs a ton, When I talk motherfucker uzi weights a ton When I walk motherfucker (my uzi weighs a ton [x3]) Never will
cassius when I blast molasses Out the ass of the masses From fulton street mall to gratiot I'm handing out free at last kits Yo jay, where yo staff at
[feat. The New Royales] Question, How does one go from chosen to posin Trapped in a box for years, like han solo frozen Trapped in a wack idea designed
ave that FOI, marcus garvey, nikki tesla i shock you like a eel electric feel jay electra they call me jay electronica FUCK THAT call me jay elechannukah jay elecyarmulke jay
ba-ba-da-da Holiday Ba-ba-ba-da-da Let's work it out Ba-ba-ba-da-da Holiday Ba-ba-ba [Jay Electronica:] Don't get it confused This message is for solo
lips just a lickle bit, You the type of nigga I imagine huffin nickels with, You the type of bigoting they pattering the scriptures with. Jay the most
As the tears welled up in my eyes My mama said "son what happened? " Sometimes I can't breathe cause it's so much crap man I called on god but he don'