[Verse 1] Jay electrolysis probin the globe like a geologist Puttin all of you pussies on display like gynocologists Listen, I'm on a mission, most of you niggas just spittin' The wise comprehend the diction, hypnotized with the rhythm Lyrical circumcision; toss the schmuck in the fire Yeah your mans and them is nice but they ain't fuckin with 'siah I'm a higher power devour all you idolaters You satan worshippers, nation perverters thirstin' for dollars Jay coldplay putting the clock on your chess game I'm a varsity letterman, you a fresh-mayne Every line of every verse of every song is a quotable Catch me in Mexico meditating with Quetzalcoatl fuckers I'm rainin fire on you lame suckers My tongue is the burner the barrel the biscuit don't make me buck it spratt I'm outta that Mac I came into rap carrying the south on my back And I'm ready to scriddap It ain't where you from son it's where you live at I never kiss another niggas bum to get me did-dap I used to sip the coke and rum blowin dime sid-dacks But now I'm wagin war with wicked men in high places So what you sayin
[Verse 2] Every page of my poetry's like a rhyme from the clip The mic is always in my holster right on top of my hip Niggas get flipped When the hollowtip spit at they melons You niggas is Missy misdemeanor my niggas is felons holla My and big dame lord of the rings the twins towers Knockin other motherfuckers out the ring like Apollo Creed You wanna get bleed the blood run up And get done up until sunup Down south they call me white man cause I hang MC's Get em open with ease Then pick em off like fleas nigga please You ain't go no wins in mi casa Que pasa My flow'll fuckin swole ya bumba rasta Loch ness monster It's like RAAAAAA when I strike ya Suplexin niggas like Rowdy Rod Piper John Allen Muhammad snipe ya It's a cost to be the boss and I paid the price-ah Nobodies nicer I'm cold as the north pole; nobodies icer Shout outs to Mr. Porter, D-Twizzy, and Obie Tricer Shady, you can catch me in the D now baby it's all gravy Still reppin UPT what is you sayin'
Ali, Saddiq We 'bout to spit fire on these motherfuckers for one thousand two hundred and sixty days
[Verse 3] I'm trapped in the game like Pacmayne chasin' the ghost Drownin with water in my throat got leaks in the boat Squeezin the toast It's not a op-tion I got Pac on, Makaveli the Don Bumpin' that "Me And My Glock" song, zonin' Like Robert Dinero with Ronin Struck 'em up with the omen From adolescents to grown men Walk a mile in my shoes; it proves you a soldier I paid a lot of dues to prove to Jehovah That I can carry the cross, the castle, the crown Everywhere I roam is home; life's my battleground Sallhuddin Abdul Fard Muhammad The come up at by night, ridin' Elijah the comet (uh) I caved chest in the brave chessman Masterin' one twenty lessons is my profession So get to steppin' Or catch lead like Zepplin These rap cats look real but they really not, like wrestlin' Check the solar commander I'm light years off of the scanner Satillite dishes and cameras a bad mamma jamma The most thorough examiner My microphone is seven thousand nine-hundred and twenty six miles in diameter The Son of Man Son of T man from out Puran Master the air in the land from here to Iran Jay Electronica revolve the world Them Philly cats say I like that boy he raw but he thorough What you sayin'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
