Exhibit C (исполнитель: Jay Electronica)
[Intro: Just Blaze] [bad word] Ladies and gentlemen This time around the revolution will not be televised As we proceed to give you what you need '09, [bad word] #33; Get live, [bad word] #33; Ladies and gentlemen of the court In the hearing against The State of Hip-Hop Vs. Jay Electronica I present: Exhibit [Verse 1] 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, 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 Eating wack rappers alive, [bad word] #39; out chains I ain't believe it then; [bad word] I was homeless Fightin', shootin' dice, smokin' weed on the corners Trying to find the meaning of life in a Corona Till the 5 percenters rolled up on a [bad word] and informed him: "You either build or destroy. Where [bad word] from?" - "The Magnolia projects in the 3rd ward slum" "Hmmm… it's quite amazing that you rhyme how you do And that you shine like you grew up in a shrine in [bad word] " Question 14, Muslim Lesson two: dip diver, civilize a 85er I make the devil hit his knees and say the "Our Father" Abracadabra! - You rocking with the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] rob a [bad word] take a [bad word] 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 [Interlude - Just Blaze] We need somethin' realer! [Verse 2] 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? [bad word] you taking long" So now I'm back spittin' that "he could pass a polygraph" That [bad word] rockin' Adidas out on Hollis Ave That FOI, Marcus Garvey, Niki Tesla I shock you like an ill electric field, Jay Electra [Interlude 2 - Just Blaze] Oh my God! Keep going! [Verse 3] They call me Jay Electronica – [bad word] that Call me Jay ElecHanukkah, Jay ElecYarmulke Jay ElecRamadaan, 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 [bad word] #39; sun; check the thermometer I'm bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man My mama 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, smokin', vibin' while I ride the tram Giving out that raw food to lions disguised as lambs And, by the time they get they seats hot, and deploy all they henchmen [bad word] at me from the treetops I'm chillin' out at Tweetstock Building by the millions, my light is brilliant [Outro - Just Blaze] 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 doing we not even tryin' Be better than a lot of y'all records, don't get mad Morning 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 moving out, onto the next record And um, I'mma let this just ride, ride, ride, ride… haha