Jay Electronica - To Me, To You lyrics

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] n***as be askin' me like, "Man you took all that time off. I understand you had to get your mind right or whatever you was doin' but I'm just curious to know... how you, how you gonna approach the next sh**?" Say it's the same way I always do, not givin' a f** [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Million dollar maker, not a faker, try to call me over the hill It's probably because you saw me chillin' beside a pile of paper Life's a Pica**o painting, psych, my life's more like an obstacle, ain't it? Like it's somethin' in front of the drop, and I gotta ride around it On my way to make me another child support payment From humble beginnings, though we live lavishly now And what we couldn't afford to get, we would have it somehow Stayin' at grandma's, puddled in front of the open oven Rubbin' our hands together like Baby with cameras around Manic depressed, drawn to my tool Genetically predisposed to be a mechanic or less I handle my failures way better than I ever handled success And I let you boys be the loudest, holdin' my fo' fo' From '94, on my retro kick before I let you let go clips I'll let Michael Jordan be my stylist I'll rock one of them baggy a** Tracy McGrady suits I've been poppin' since I was 5, that was in '82 Believe that, a n***a been knockin' more lady's boots Than Kanye critiquin' at Steve Madden I'm just a LOX fan with childish thinkin' The last time I got pulled over for drunk drivin' I took the breathalyzer out the cop's hand and tried to drink it That's what I do for my community Your boo told me what she wanna do to me Before she dropped on two knees and then blew me like an opportunity [Hook: Royce da 5'9" + Venice Dawn] To me, it's what I see To you, it's what you do Prhyme! Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make n***as as real as me Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, "How come n***as ain't real as me?" To me, it's what I see To you, it's what you do Prhyme! Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make n***as as real as me Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, "How come n***as ain't real as me?" [Bridge: Royce da 5'9"] Multiply, multiply That's what the real n***as do Multiply, multiply That's on a real n***a [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] Your favorite rapper's up in LIV While I'm on controlled substances, search around my crib for a f** to give But I couldn't find it My notebook should be made of a wooden binder Cause that's what my albums be sellin' But I don't give a f** about nothin' but good vagina Long as these n***as call me GOAT If I don't get through to you the call failed Cause I was probably on that Wolf of Wall Street boat, I'm a hard sell Maybe too lyrical for 'em The Lord gave me a choice to either be king or give all Hell I chose the latter like a fireman climbin' up to a charred rail In front of Miley, steerin' a giant wreckin' ball Miss me with your mollies and your Tyrese wisdom I don't connect with y'all and these antics Today you give your life to the game Tomorrow you be posin' in pictures, lookin' like Steve Francis You ain't turnin' up, you're bein' backhanded like Pete Sampras About that, I missed my uncle's funeral to go to South by Southwest You ain't gotta appreciate it, but you better respect the fact That I'm a rapper and nothin' wack done came out my mouth yet You're welcome! [Hook: Royce da 5'9" + Venice Dawn] To me, it's what I see To you, it's what you do Prhyme! Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make n***as as real as me Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, "how come n***as ain't real as me?" To me, it's what I see To you, it's what you do Prhyme! Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make n***as as real as me Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, "how come n***as ain't real as me?" [Verse 3: Jay Electronica] Me and Pharaoh is like Dorothy and Toto on the brick road Crossin' at the crissroads The valleys and the alleys where the gods switch to b**h mode I came through, the Harley pipe was loud like a lion The title on the marquee said "Child out of Zion" Contemplatin' on another plane, hoverin' down lover's lane Won a great debate against the state about the mother plane He called me by that other name, I called him by his other name The lightnin' struck the internet like a screen door in a hurricane Jay Electricity, baptizin' in Felicity Where he been the past three years? It's just a mystery If it ain't come from one of my peers, it ain't a diss to me I'm a thousand leagues under the sea, n***as can't get to me The F in my middle name with the period stands for "Victory" I came from the bottoms of Hell with Jezebels Sniffin' blow with her friends in the dens of iniquity When I was young, I was confused, I thought God was a mystery But everything I knew since the time I began to grew Was taught to me by the wickedest men, who twist the histories Who pulled out the cuffs of deception and and hitched their wrist to we Now all praises due to Allah, we seein' crystally The Pyramids are there to bear witness to the gods So when the angels heard me spit, they bit their lip, this sh** is hard Utterly unstoppable, in high school I was voted most popular By the unpopular, phantom of the chakras [Hook: Royce da 5'9" + Venice Dawn] To me, it's what I see To you, it's what you do Prhyme! Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make n***as as real as me Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, "how come n***as ain't real as me?" To me, it's what I see To you, it's what you do Prhyme! Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make n***as as real as me Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, "how come n***as ain't real as me?"