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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Just Blaze
Just Blaze
Performer
Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah
Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Songwriter
Timothy Thedford
Timothy Thedford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Just Blaze
Just Blaze
Producer

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It's coming Ladies and gentlemen, this time around the revolution will not be televised AS WE PROCEED, TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED '09 MOTHER-, GET LIVE MOTHER- LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF THE COURT IN THE HEARING AGAINST THE STATE OF HIP-HOP VS JAY ELECTRONICA I PRESENT, EXHIBIT C 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, and hear a little ring The voice of a angel telling me my name Telling me that one day I'ma be a great mane 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 corona 'Til the five percenters rolled up on a nigga and informed him You either build or destroy, where you come from? The Magnolia projects in the third ward slum Hm, it's quite amazing that you rhyme how you do And that you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru Question fourteen, Muslim Lesson two, 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, Six Mile, Seven Mile, Hartwell, Gratiot Where niggas really would pack a U-haul truck up 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 WE NEED SOMETHING REALER Nas hit me up on the phone, said, "What you waitin' on?" Tip hit me up with a tweet, 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, Niki Tesla I shock you like an eel, electric feel, Jay Electra OH MY GOD KEEP GOING They call me Jay Electronica, fuck that Call me Jay ElecHanukkah, Jay ElecYarmulke Jay ElectRamadaan, Muhammad A'salaamaleikum RasoulAllah Subhanahu wa ta'ala through your monitor My Uzi still weighs a ton, check the barometer I'm hotter than the motherfuckin' sun, check the thermometer I'm bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man My momma told me, "Never throw the stone and hide your hand" I got a lot of family, 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, smoking, 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 I REST MY CASE '09, ACT THREE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE END THE LAST CHAPTER OF THE NEW BEGINNING If it's so The things we do without even trying Be better than a lot of y'all records, don't get mad Morning after, world premiere Me! For real, though? I ain't even gon' say nothing Matter fact; I ain't saying - I don't even know why I'm sayin' this Jay, you should get Puff to do this over We moving out, onto the next record And uh, I'ma let this just ride (Ride, ride, ride) (Hahaha)
Writer(s): Timothy E. Thedford, Justin Scott Smith, Warren H Hagood, Dave Henderson, Sidney Lanier Jr. Pinchback Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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