Jay Electronica - Road To Perdition lyrics

[Intro: Jay Z] I got these n***as, Breezy! Don't worry about it [Intro: Ronald Reagan] "And they say if we'll only avoid any direct confrontation with the enemy, he'll forget his evil ways and learn to love us. All who oppose them are indicted as warmongers. They say we offer simple answers to complex problems. Well, perhaps there is a simple answer - not an easy answer - but simple" [Verse 1] I got that black on black skin tone, actual-fact syndrome That's why I dropped the j**el on every verse you heard me sh** on Okay, it's a Slumdog opera The tale of a king whose name wasn't on the roster My road to glory was Road To Perdition And Act II: The Turn is just the memoirs with no omissions We came a mighty long way from standing near the stove In the cold, the greatest story ever told The realest n***as see the pain in my story boards The true believers say, "Wallahi, I support the boy" My life feel like a highlight reel This is lightning striking, feel how the Zeitgeist feel Get a slight chill [Bridge: Jay Z] I got these n***as, Breezy! Don't worry about it [Verse 2] My swag is on 1.21 gigawatts, 10 trillion kilowatts Hardcore Thriller pop, Michael Jackson, n***a rock Google me, baby, understand where I'm coming from My destiny's to hit a grand slam when my number come All hail the lyrical, Grand Wizard Imperial n***a signed the dotted line with Hov, that's a miracle And I ain't leave the thugs alone The humble and the meek will surely inherit the mud we on And shoot up every club we clone The flow is too atomic The poetry's too Qu'ran-ic, the young prophet Muhammad And I could drop a verse to change the whole vibration The whole Roc Nation, the whole Live Nation So pour libation Beware, but prepare for the polarization, it's the globalization Warn all the clergymen and notify Satan I been waiting, this the notarization, I been patient [Bridge: Jay Z] [Verse 3] A thousand kisses to the haters cause they made me greater A thousand wishes from a million slaves could raise a savoir A thousand visits to these dickheads at these major labels From Big Daddy Kane to Big Daddy Cain and Abel You pay a cost to be a boss, n***a, I paid the wager Mastered both sides of the force and plus I made my sabre Yes sir, I'm a soldier of love Drowning all my sorrows and woes in the club My white boys say, "That sh** you spit last year, bro Was like a real fine Merlot and a cashmere throw" Some black chicks say he ugly, white women they love me My Asians and my mamis don't put nothing above me I call it as it happen, the art of quality rapping One autobiographical chapter could start up the rapture And even though I walk in the narrow valley of d**h All I see is green pastures, b**hes screaming from the rafters