Jay Electronica - Uprock lyrics

Yeah, time to get it right ya'll Yeah, time to get it right ya'll Ayo, let the poppers pop and the breakers break B-boys, get your hands up, B-girls, get your hands up Ya know what I'm saying? Bounce to this [Verse 1] This is uprock raw beats and rhymes and what-not Watch, I'll bring it back to how we do things up top Best of the West, [?] the East [?] speech to impeach the beast Third apartment, give me that resident push Rappers don't sound right like president bush They talking the same thing, trying to claim king But knowledge rules everything around me; K.R.E.A.M K is for cut a n***a off of cost [? Pay up I'm like landlord of raw encore Of course I give it up if respect is due I got 99 problems, the next is you If you really want problems I suggest you do The math check your paragraphs destitute Streets is like [?] we need it fresh and new Have no fear [?] to the rescue Raw like date rape with gorillas and apes Vacate the premises we can't escape Rhymes shot from the dome like I masterbate Surgical vocab ready to amputate Your whole entire team ain't even half as great If you think about battling, oh wait I got a high octane blend of pleasure and pain Lines of woodgrain from the left side of the brain Like, one lonely beastie I be Gotta vibe on my own without nobody Ain't clapping and k**ing Ain't snapping and leaning Keep the cash, I attack wack rap acts for the feeling Aaliyah flow, one in a million Nice as rolling white owls down at the pavilion I'm teaching day care to itty bitty children Full blast, broadcast, [?] Break bread with [?] that's a given Sharp as a scalpel ready for incision Most in the street ain't real, who you kidding? Those stop T-shirt are for the dudes that be snitching Vision blurred, words slurred, eyes crimson Twisting we yellow tail shark Nate chilling Me and my chauffeur discus the Quran, we be building [?] Bye babylon, we won't miss em Get em all, my revolutionaries put the clip in My people, stop asking, start a**isting Count down to armageddon, times ticking Never ga**ed up or ego tripping Still with the same girlfriend but everyday she look different Trinidad bald head rasta with the spliff lit Imposter with eyeliner and lipstick Not, my flow is hot, your flow is shot You all forgot the founding fathers of Hip-Hop Wack R&B vocalists with the gimmicks Assed out with fake shoes and fake titdits (titts) Look I got feelings aside, I know who I am The one man live band I just take em, break him, mold em and bake em Hold up the peace sign like Salaam Alaikum! Let the poppers pop and the breakers break B-boys, get your hands up, B-girls, get your hands up Ya know what I'm saying? Bounce to this