Road To Perdition Lyrics - Singles - Jay Electronica

I got that black on black skin tone, actual-fact syndrome 

That's why I dropped the jewel on every verse you heard me shit on 

Okay, it's a Slumdog opera 

The tale of a king whose name wasn't on the roster 

My road to glory was Road To Perdition 

And Act II: The Turn is just the memoirs with no omissions 

We came a mighty long way from standing near the stove 

In the cold, the greatest story ever told 

The realest niggas see the pain in my story boards 

The true believers say, "Wallahi, I support the boy" 

My life feel like a highlight reel 

This is lightning striking, feel how the Zeitgeist feel 

Get a slight chill 

I got these niggas, Breezy! Don't worry about it 

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My swag is on 1.21 gigawatts, 10 trillion kilowatts 

Hardcore Thriller pop, Michael Jackson, nigga rock 

Google me, baby, understand where I'm coming from 

My destiny's to hit a grand slam when my number come 

All hail the lyrical, Grand Wizard Imperial 

Nigga signed the dotted line with Hov, that's a miracle 

And I ain't leave the thugs alone 

The humble and meek will surely inherit the mud we on 

And shoot up every club we clone 

The flow is too atomic 

The poetry's too Quran-ic, the young prophet Muhammad 

And I could drop a verse to change the whole vibration 

The whole Roc Nation, the whole Live Nation 

So pour libation 

Beware, but prepare for the polarization, it's the globalization 

Warn all the clergymen and notify Satan 

I been waiting, this the notarization, I been patient 

Photos 

I got these niggas, Breezy! 

Don't worry about it 

A thousand kisses to the haters cause they made me greater 

A thousand wishes from a million slaves could raise a savoir 

A thousand disses to these dickheads at these major labels 

From Big Daddy Kane to Big Daddy Kane and Abel 

You pay a cost to be a boss, nigga, I paid the wager 

Mastered both sides of the force and plus I made my saber 

Yes sir, I'm a soldier of love 

Drowning all my sorrows and woes in the club 

My white boys say, "that shit you spit last year, bro 

Was like a real fine Merlot and a cashmere throw" 

Some black chicks say he ugly, white women they love me 

My Asians and my mamis don't put nothing above me 

I call it as it happens, the art of quality rapping 

One autobiographical chapter could start up the rapture 

And even though I walk in the narrow valley of death 

All I see is green pastures, bitches screaming from the rafters