[Just Blaze:]
It's comin'!
Ladies and gentlemen, this time around the revolution will not be televised.
As we proceed, to give you what you need,
'09, mothafucka! Get live, mothafucka!
Ladies and gentlemen of the court,
In the hearing against The State of Hip-Hop vs. Jay Electronica
I present: Exhibit C.
[Verse 1: Jay Electronica]
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, masterin' the pain,
When New York niggas was callin' southern rappers lame
But then jackin' our slang,
I used to get dizzy spells, hear a little ring,
The voice of a angel tellin' me my name,
Tellin' me that one day Imma be a great mane,
Transformin' 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,
Till 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 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…
[Just Blaze:]
We need something realer!
[Verse 2: Jay Electronica]
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 takin 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 you like an ill electric field, Jay Electra.
[Just Blaze:]
Oh my God!
Keep goin'!
[Verse 3: Jay Electronica]
They call me Jay Electronica, fuck that!
Call me Jay ElecHanukkah, Jay ElecYarmulke,
Jay ElecRamadaan, 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 mothafuckin' sun; check the thermometer,
I'm bringin' 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 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, buildin' by the millions,
My light is brilliant.
[Just Blaze:]
I rest my case.
'09, Act 3,
First chapter of the end,
The last chapter of a new beginning.
If it's so? The things we doin', we not even tryin',
Be better than a lot of y'all records, don't get mad.
Morning after, world premier.
Me? For real, though?
I ain't even gonna say nothing,
Matter of fact, I don't even why I'm sayin' this.
Jay, you should get Puff to do this over!
We movin' out onto the next record,
And, um, Imma let this just ride, ride, ride, ride…