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 motherfucker, get live motherfucker

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'ma 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

′Til the five percenters rolled up on a nigga and informed him

You either build or destroy, where you come from?

The Magnolia projects in the third ward slum

Hm, it's 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 motherfuckin′ 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 Three

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 premiere

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′ma let this just ride, ride, ride, ride, haha