Jay Electronica
Putting Numbers Up (Unreleased)
[Jay Electronica Verse 1]
I'm flying high in a rocket ship
Diesel kicks [?] slicks, I'm riding fly in a stocking kit
The moon was full- the wolves out howling
The hyenas is out prowling by the thousands
The house is mine but right now I'm browsing
So these raps is just traps to catch a mouse in
The track is peanut butter
The metal latch will snap when the rapper surface out of the gutter
Necks; I'm comin' at em
This is a battle between the Son of Man and Son of Adam so now my Atom I spit
Splitting half, the blast- release gas and fire to turn my feet and ass to burnished brass
My eyes get blood shot red, my waves start spinning
This is how I begin beginning, and how I end the endings
It takes place inside the womb of women
So every time God step inside the room they grinning
[Jay Electronica Verse 2]
Whoever want it can come and get some
N***as is sick when they learn the spit was from below the Mason Dixon
That n***as sick son
I blast passed you in the lac, with [?] in the back
Waving two fingers out the window like Nixon
I'm so sexy, you can Malcolm X me or Joe Tex me
Listen, I'm raising hell as I tarry the Earth
Mama, don't cry, just let the trumpets blow
And throw a bag of rice on my coffin when I marry the Earth
I'll be back in 76 in 76, rockin' the rugby hat and heavenly kicks
This is my manifesto
Most of these rap guys is trash like Vitali Klitschko
I reign supreme from the get go
Burn up the stage clutching my dick so they know who the man rapping
I scuffled my way to the top from Manhattan to San Fran scrappin
Lights, Camera, Action