Lyrics Jay Electronica

Jay Electronica

Renaissance Man

Everybody told me to be patient

But who was sleepin from couch to couch and basement to basement

But jay man

Satan tryin to block my shine like ray bans

Haters never wanna see you bubble

They rather to see you struggle

That's life my nigga

A lot of fakers in the place

Were invited to taste

And told me right to my face yea that's tight my nigga

You reppin that dirty south dog? iight my nigga

But they wouldn't lift a finger

To light the incense or let the smoke linger

I ain't a hot boy but the flows jalapeno

I'm never yappin bout how the calico ll lean ya

Magnolia crack soldier creepin on the come up

My grandmother won't leave the fuckin projects I gotta raise the slum up

These nerds at record labels played me dumb and dumber

So I showed the industry my asscrack like a plumber

Now asscap bangin on my door like a drummer

The falls bout to put a period on the summer

But back to the point

They wanna see me fucked up, kicks scuffed up

Layin back with a joint

They said good things come to those who wait

Well I don't know about that

And if you can't feel this rhyme then sorry jack

You don't know about rap

And if you don't know struggle you don't know about black

And I don't give a fuck what bill cosby said

Cause the problem don't exist when bill cosbys dead

And I don't think the revelation from the supreme beings

Residin or hidin out in bill cosbys head

This just the thoughts of a soldier

And if you don't like play dead and roll over the game is so over

The reign is so over