Jay Electronica - Can I Kick It (Holladay) lyrics

[Produced by Rob Holladay] I can't get no satisfaction Why? I'm in a whole 'nother cla** of rappin' Fast for 40 days and 40 nights Until I walked on the moon like Swagger Jackson It's a bird, it's a plane, it's an epic tale They saw my names on the forums and the blogs And they said he's a herb, he's a lame, it's an epic fail FOH, SMH, n***a LOL But what they don't understand is important To statistics I'm supposed to be hangin' from my neck in jail Or on a slab in the mortuary freezin' With a blank stare on my face lettin' off a wretched smell I'm from the land of the smokin' gun, smokin' dices On the run with the Christ of the poltergeists Duckin' d**h, chasin' life like an ambulance Candyman, USB Flip Cam handy man You'll never catch me slippin' on the Gra**y Knoll Or at the bottom of a well screamin', "La**ie, no!" I never spit nothin' lesser than a nasty cold I'm from the era of Giselle shades and flashy gold Bear Ballys and Girbauds and a cla**y low A pretty dime with a neck full of baby powder Puttin' time in, tryna get a baby out her Pull her hair, squeeze her neck, bring the crazy out her Beatin' it... oh oh yeah...