Lyrics Exhibit C (Explicit) - Jay Electronica & Just Blaze
It's
coming
Ladies
and
gentlemen,
this
time
around
the
revolution
will
not
be
televised
As
we
proceed,
to
give
you
what
you
need
'09
muthafucka,
get
live
muthafucka
Ladies
and
gentlemen
of
the
court
In
the
hearing
against
The
State
of
Hip-Hop
Vs.
Jay
Electronica
I
present:
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
jacking
our
slang
I
used
to
get
dizzy
spells,
and
hear
a
little
ring
The
voice
of
a
angel
telling
me
my
name
Telling
me
that
one
day
I'mma
be
a
great
mane
Transforming
with
the
Megatron
Don
spittin'
out
flames
Eatin'
wack
rappers
alive,
shittin'
out
chains
I
ain't
believe
it
then;
nigga,
I
was
homeless
Fightin',
shootin'
dice,
smokin'
weed
on
the
corners
Tryna
find
the
meaning
of
life
in
a
corona
Till
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"
"Hmmm...
its
quite
amazing
that
you
rhyme
how
you
do
And
that
you
shine
like
you
grew
up
in
a
shrine
in
Peru."
Question
fourteen,
Muslim
Lesson
two:
dip
diver,
civilize
a
85er
I
make
the
devil
hit
his
knees
and
say
the
"Our
Father"
Abracadabra!
- 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
y'all
debated
who
the
truth
was
like
Jews
and
Christians
I
was
on
Cecil
B,
Broad
Street,
Master,
North
Philly,
South
Philly,
23rd
Tasker,
Six
Mile,
Seven
Mile,
Hartwell,
Gratiot
Where
niggas
really
would
pack
a
U-haul
truck
up
Put
the
high
beams
on
Drive
up
on
the
curb
at
a
barbecue
and
hop
out
the
back
like
"what's
up?!"
Kill
a
nigga,
rob
a
nigga,
take
a
nigga,
bust
up
That's
why
when
you
talk
the
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
don't
feel
ya
We
need
somethin'
realer!
Nas
hit
me
up
on
the
phone,
said
"What
you
waitin'
on?"
Tip
hit
me
up
with
a
tweet,
said
"What
you
waitin'
on?"
Diddy
send
a
text
every
hour
on
the
dot
sayin':
"When
you
gon
drop
that
verse
nigga
you
taking
long"
So
now
I'm
back
spittin'
that
"he
could
pass
a
polygraph"
That
Reverend
Run
rockin'
Adidas
out
on
Hollis
Ave
That
FOI,
Marcus
Garvey,
Niki
Tesla
I
shock
you
like
an
eel,
electric
feel,
Jay
Electra
Oh
my
God!
Keep
going!
They
call
me
Jay
Electronica
- fuck
that
Call
me
Jay
ElecHanukkah,
Jay
ElecYarmulke
Jay
ElectRamadaan,
Muhammad
A'salaamaleikum
RasoulAllah
Subhanahu
wa
ta'ala
through
your
monitor
My
Uzi
still
weighs
a
ton;
check
the
barometer
I'm
hotter
than
the
muthafuckin'
sun;
check
the
thermometer
I'm
bringing
ancient
mathematics
back
to
modern
man
My
momma
told
me
"never
throw
the
stone
and
hide
your
hand"
I
got
a
lot
of
family,
you
got
a
lot
of
fans
That's
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
they
seats
hot
And
deploy
all
they
henchmen
to
come
at
me
from
the
treetops
I'm
chillin'
out
at
Tweetstock,
building
by
the
millions
My
light
is
brilliant
I
rest
my
case
'09,
Act
3
First
chapter
of
the
end
The
last
chapter
of
a
new
beginning
If
it's
so?
The
things
we
doin'
we
not
even
tryin'
We
better
than
a
lot
of
y'all
records,
do
you,
man
More
than
after,
world
premier
Me?
For
real
though
-
I
ain't
even
gonna
say
nothing
Matter
of
fact,
I
don't
even
why
I'm
saying
this
Jay
you
should
get
Puff
to
do
this
over
We
movin'
out,
onto
the
next
record
And
um,
I'mma
let
this
just
ride,
ride
ride
ride
haha
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