The Ghost of Christopher Wallace Jay Electronica (Ft. Diddy)

[Intro: Diddy]
Unh-hunh
Yeh, like that
Uh-hunh. Like that
Feel good to you. So good to you
Yeah, it feel good to you. So good to you
Don’t fight the feelin’
Yeah, black is back
Get a sun-tan bitch; take that

[Verse 1: Jay Electronica]
The game ain't been the same since B.I.G died
And Wu swarmed on New York from out that beehive
Don’t talk to me 'bout MC’s got skill
Don’t talk to me 'bout who's the king of the hill
Don’t talk to me 'bout who's the best alive
Or who's in your top 5, cause he’s not ill
Real recognize real, stick to your deal
Try to make a cool mill off the single
With that ringtone appeal in 3 years, you’ll be nil
Nil by mouth, my appeal down South
Is like the Nation of Islam when Ali knocked Liston out
Universal change from what appeared is just about
All aboard, It’s the last train, soul train
A bottle of ciroc could turn a private jet to soulplane
Put your seats back, your tray down and feet up
Cause we about to heat up