Lyrics Jay Electronica

Jay Electronica

My World (Nas Salute)

Whose world is this

The world is yours, the world is yours

"Oh, you can't get out backwards... gotta go forwards to go back..."

"Hey the room's getting smaller."

"No it's not, he's getting bigger."

They threw rose pedals at the feet of the Christ when I entered the center

Motherfucker, I'm cold as the winter

My waves were spinning like blades on Pirellis

The Christian Dior shades was driving them silly

It's Big Willie, I came through with them cats from Philly

Lakers vs Heat floor seats you know the dealy

Either you gon' love the kid or wanna kill me

I'm back at 'em, on fire like cracked atoms

They over the hill like Wyclef and Praswell

I'm over the hills like UFOs at Roswell

You lame, I know you guys well

If you can name an MC that's flamer than me, you high as hell

You can't dance with the chancellor

One glance'll have you caught up in the trance of the tarantula

And if they could, then they probably would

They come close but it's no cigar, welcome to my world

You arm's too short to box with the sender of the prophets

Aviator shades, the stage is a cockpit

Leather Pelle, lounging at the Sofitelle

Sipping Sam Pelegrino eating Ghiradellis

I recline and chill, twinkling the rag to shine my grill

That's that third ward appeal (bitch)

Get at me, me and my chick is like JFK and Jackie

They can't wait to catch me in Dallas

Top down on the grassy knoll and clap me

Kidnap my body and fuck up the autopsy

But I'm nice like Christ, you blink twice you hit

I'm chilling in College Park eating salmon and grits

It's the black Caeser, Jesus, he's just

A lyrical monster, boogie man outta the dumpster

Black Pharaoh, Jay Bowie spitting fat arrows

Keep your eye on the sparrow and the fly apparel

You ain't ready for war, hide your barrel

Stay in your lane man, chance for surviving is narrow

Welcome to my world

Deep in the jungle busting

Nickle sacks of cracks from G Packs for stacks

Niggas on the humble hustling

See that game, that's the one they call survival

Man, they popping at five-oh

They lowlife pigs who get it how they live

They daddies in them court houses giving out bids

Chopping niggas on blocks and leaving wickedness

Man they embroidered the land, then they smallpoxed the witnesses

Raping babies using ladies as they mistresses

Causing chaos and disorder

That's why the Glock on hold, the block on swole

I built this city on rock and roll

Now I'm banging on Rumsfeld and bells ringing

Him and Dick'll be in hell singing

Woe to the hypocrites and infidels screaming niggas can't handle

The wrath of the son of man black pandemonium

Yeah, the flow's that scandalous

I crush any MC who feel they must

Try me, the smallest flea on the dog won't get by me

If I was you I'd be scared to death

Hit a nigga up, leave him right there in his mess

This penicillin I'm spilling leave hair on your chest you feel me

You can't beat me, kill me

I'll be back in three days disguised as a gardener with my kicks filthy

Told you I was nice like Christ the rap angels throw down ice

I shine like jewerly in light

I can make a true believer out a curious dyke

She'll be wearing hijab singing 'hamdulillah!'

I'll be slinging dice humming songs on the ave

They'll be saying "Man, he going off the path"

But that's on the low though

Beating cats with no glow, trynna play me like a ho

But this ain't rooks and pawns or tic tac toe

This planets, moons, quasars, and high-tech radars

You niggas on the grid while Jay man stay gone off the radar (AWOL)