Jay Electronica - So What You Sayin' lyrics

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Jay Electronica - So What You Sayin' lyrics

Jay Electronica: Yeah Jay Electronica is now in the building I dedicate this to all you wack motherf**ers rappin' go get a job Jay Electrolysis probing the globe like a geologist Puttin' all of you pussies on display like gynecologists Listen, I'm on a mission Most of you n***as just spittin' The wise comprehend the diction hypnotized with the rhythm Lyrical circumcision toss the shmuck in the fire Yeah your mans and them is nice but they ain't f**in' with Sire I'm a higher power devour all you idolaters You Satan worshipers nation perverters thirstin' for dollars Jay Coldplay putting the clock on your chess game I'm a varsity letterman you a fresh-mayne Every line of every verse of every song is a quotable Catch me in Mexico meditating with Quetzalcotl f**ers I'm raining fire on you lame s**ers My tongue is the burner the barrel the biscuit don't make me buck it sprat I'm outta that mac I came into rap carrying the south on my back And I'm ready to scriddap It ain't where you from son it's where you live at I'll never kiss another n***as bum to get me did-dap I used to sip the coke and rum blowin' dime sid-dacks But now I'm wagin' war with wicked men in high places So what you sayin' Yeah yeah uhh uhh f** a hook Yeah, things will never be the same after this one Every page of my poetry's like a round from the clip The mic is always in my holster right on top of my hip n***as get flipped When the hollow-tips spit at they melons You n***as is Missy Misdemeanor my n***as is felons holla' Me and Big Dame Lord of the Rings the Twin Towers Knockin' other motherf**ers out the ring like Apollo Creed You wanna get bleed the blood run up And get done up until sunup Down south they call me white man 'cause I hang emcees Get 'em open with ease Then pick 'em off like fleas n***a please You ain't go no ends in me casa Que pasa My flow'll f**in' swolle ya' bumba rasta Loch Ness monster It's like "RAAAAAA" when I strike ya' Suplexin' n***as like Rowdy Rod Piper John Allen Muhammad snipe ya' It's a cost to be the boss and I paid the price-ah Nobody's nicer I'm cold as the North Pole nobody's icer Shout outs to Mr. Porter, D-Twizzy, and Obie Tricer Shady, you can catch me in the D now baby it's all gravy Still reppin' u-p-t what is you sayin' Yeah what is you sayin' Ali, Sadiq we 'bout to spit fire on these motherf**ers for one thousand two hundred and sixty days I'm trapped in the game like Pacmayne chasing the ghost Drownin' with water in my throat got leaks in the boat Squeezin' the toast It's not a op-tion I got Pac on Makaveli the don bumpin' that 'Me and my Glock' song, zone in, Like Robert De Niro I'm Ronin Struck 'em up with the omen From adolescence to grown men Walk a mile in my shoes it proves you a soldier I paid a lot of dues to prove to Jehovah That I can carry the cross the castle the crown Everywhere I roam is my home life's my battleground Salahuddin Abdul Fard Muhammad To come up by night ridin' Elijah the Comet (uh) I cave chest in the brave chessman Masterin' one twenty lessons is my profession So get to steppin' Or catch lead (Led) like Zeppelin These rap cats look real but they really not like wrestlin' Check the solar commander I'm light years off of the scanner Satellite dishes and cameras a bad mamma jamma The most thorough examiner My microphone is seven thousand nine hundred and twenty six miles in diameter The son of man Son of *t man* from out Puran Master the air in the land from here to Iran Jay Electronica revolve the world Them Philly cats say "I like that boy he raw but he thorough" What you sayin' Yeah, yeah To all you thug motherf**ers You ain't a thug All you Pac imitators You ain't doing what Pac is doing Pac was trying to start the motherf**ing revolution You n***as is cowards We soldiers for God, we soldiers for Christ Fall in or lay down f** out of here Either you with Satan or you with God n***a that's it Choose or die n***a Jay Electronica Miguel el Chavarria Cornell Whitaker, haha Yeah...Dilla God, haha Cornball a** n***as...

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