Jay Electronica - Exhibit C (clean) lyrics

When I was sleeping on the train Sleeping 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 n***as was calling 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 I'ma be a great man Transformin' with the MegatronDon spittin' out flames Eatin' wack rappers alive sh**tin' out chains I ain't believe it then, n***a I was homeless Fightin', shootin' dice, smokin' weed on the corners Tryna find the meaning of life in a Corona Till the Five Percenters rolled up on a n***a and informed him "You either build or destroy, where you come from?" "The Magnolia projects in the 3rd Ward slum" "Hmm, its quite amazing that you rhyme how you do And that you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru" Question 14, m**m lesson 2: Dip diver, civilize a 85er I make the devil hit his knees and say the Our Father Abracadabra! You rockin' with the true and livin' 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 6 Mile, 7 Mile, Hartwell, Gratiot Where n***as really would pack a U-Haul truck up Put the high beams on Drive up on the curb at a barbecue and hop up out the back like "whats up" "k** a n***a, rob a n***a, take a n***a, buss up" That's why when you talk that 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 Nas hit me up on the phone said "what you waitin on" Tip hit me up with a Twit said "what you waitin on" Diddy send a text every hour on the dot sayin "When you gon drop that verse n***a you takin long" So now I'm back spittin that He could pa** a polygraph That Reverend Run rockin Addidas out on Hollis Ave That F.O.I., Marcus Garvey, Nikki Tesla I shock you like a eel, electric feel, Jay Electra They call me Jay Electronica … f** that Call me Jay ElecHannukah, Jay ElecYarmulke Jay ElectRamadaan Muhammad Asalaamica Rasoul'Allah suphana wat'Allah through your monitor My Uzi still weigh a ton, check the barometer I'm hotter then the mothaf**in' sun, check the thermometer I'm bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man My momma told me "never throw a 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 Building by the millions My light is brilliant