[Hook - Jay Electronica] I'm sailing on a cloud they trailing below My shrink told me it's a feeling they don't ever know I pack up all my sins and I wear them to the show And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go I'm sailing on a cloud they trailing below My shrink told me it's a feeling they don't ever know I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go
[Verse One - Jay Electronica] In the land before time A land before altar boys, synagogues and shrines Man was in his prime Look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme The method is sublime you get blessed with every line I'm in touch with every shrine from Japan to Oaxaca The melanated carbon-dated phantom of the chakras Me and Puff, we was chilling in Miami He said: "Nigga fuck the underground you need to win a Grammy For your mama and your family They need to see you shined up You built a mighty high ladder, let me see you climb up Nigga what you scared of? Terrorize these artificial rap niggas and spread love Pollenate they ear buds Like you supposed to, spit it for the culture Pay no attention to the critics and the vultures They rather have a shot of Belvy just to spite you They casting judgments cause they feel they got the right to Fuck them! I let the dice roll like the father did I gotta shine it's in my blood I'm a Harlem kid I treat my babies right, treat my ladies ladylike Hit them with a remix to make sure that they play me twice I thought you said it's the return of the black kings Luxurious homes, fur coats and fat chains"
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[Verse Two - Jay-Z] In this manila envelope the results of my insanity Quack said I crossed the line between real life and fantasy Can it be the same one on covers with Warren Buffet Was ducking the undercovers, was warring with motherfuckers? Went from warring to Warren, undercovers to covers If you believe in that sort of luck your screws need adjusting In the world of no justice and black ladies on the back of buses I'm the immaculate conception of rappers-slash-hustlers My God it's so hard to conceive But it all falls perfect I'm like autumn is to trees The doc interrupted, he scribbled a prescription for some Prozac He said: "take that for your mustard, boy You must be off your rocker If you think you'll make it off the strip before they 'Pac ya Nigga you gotta be psychotic Or mixing something potent with your vodka It takes a lot to shock us But you being so prosperous is preposterous How could this nappy headed boy from out the projects Be the apple of America's obsession? You totally disconnected with reality Don't believe in dreams Since when did black men become kings"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
