Sangtekst: Jay Electronica. Exhibit C.

when i was sleepin on the train
sleepin on meserole ave out in the rain
without even a single slice of pizza to my name
too proud to beg for change mastering the pain
when new york niggas was calling southern rappers lame
but then jackin our slang
i used to get dizzy spells
& hear a little ring
the voice of a angel
telling me my name
telling me that one day imma be a great man
transforming with the megatrondon spittin out flames
eatin wack rappers alive shittin out chains
i aint it believe it then nigga i was homeless
fightin shootin dice smokin weed on the corners
tryna find the meaning of life in a corona
til the 5 percenters rolled up on a nigga and informed him:
"you either build or destroy. where you come from?"
"the magnolia projects in the 3rd ward slum"
"hmmmm... its quite amazing that you rhyme how you do
and how you shine like you grew up in a shrine in peru"

question 14- muslim lesson 2: dip diver, civilize a 85er
i make the devil hit his knees and say the our father
abacadabra you rockin with the true and living
shout out to lights out, joseph i, chewy bivens,
shout out to baltimore, baton rouge, my crew in richmond
while yall debated who the truth was like jews and christians
i was on cecil b, broad street, master,
north philly, south philly, 23rd, tasker
6 mile, 7 mile, harwell, gratiot:
where niggas really would pack a u-haul truck up
put the high beams on
drive up on the curb at a barbeque and hop up out the back
like "whats up"
kill a nigga rob a nigga take a nigga bust up
thats why when you talk that tough talk i never feel ya
you sound real good and you play the part well
but the energy you givin off is so unfamiliar, i dont feel ya

nas hit me up on the phone said "what you waitin on?"
tip hit me up with a twitt said "what you waitin on?"
diddy send a text every hour on the dot
sayin "when you gonna drop that verse nigga you taking long"

so now im back spittin that he could pass a polygraph
that reverend run rockin adidas out on hollis ave
that FOI, marcus garvey, nikki tesla
i shock you like a eel electric feel jay electra

they call me jay electronica FUCK THAT
call me jay elechannukah jay elecyarmulke
jay electramadaan muhammed asalaamica rasoulallah supana wata-allah
through your monitor
my uzi still weigh a ton check the barometer
im hotter than the mothafuckin sun check the thermometer
im bringin ancient mathematics back to the modern man
my momma told me never throw a stone and hide your hand
i got a lot of family you got a lot of fans
thats why the people got my back like the verizon man
i play the back and fade to black and then devise a plan
out in london smoking vibin while i ride the tram
givin out that raw food to lions disguised as lambs
and by the time they get their seats hot and deploy all they henchmen
to come at me from the treetops im chillin out at ?
buildin by the millions
my light is brilliant