[Verse 1: Jay Electronica]
Heavens to Murgatroyd
Who drop a bomb and roll out like Metroid?
The Jedi master without a droid
Lounging in the void
You'll be talking shit when my ships deployed
From Freret Street to Connecticut
Niggas got they money on slim to spit the realest shit he ever spit
That cream vanilla folder in the limo with the president
Don't ever say never, whatever nigga rhetoric
Panoramic – uh, closed captioned – uh
Fade to black – lights, cameras, action
Michael Jackson crying tears, sniffin' linеs
Paramount declared it the moviе of all times
The wolves stood in line 12 days to see blood
The ghost of Malcolm X came straight with the judge
Six million YouTube views in six hours
The devil threw a hissyfit and blew down the towers
That's power
The IMF Federal Reserve can't stop my MySpace from spreading the word
No record deal, just hard ass rhymes
Turned poverty and heartache into nickels and dimes
I'm fire like the Pentagon, hexes on the hecklers
Another rapper to me is a deathwish on a necklace
My shotgun go click-click-blast
I'm on a 40 day fast - no cheese, no grass
Linked up with 'Fiq and Taz and talk math
And now I'm free at last, nigga free at last
Heavens to Murgatroyd
Who drop a bomb and roll out like Metroid?
The Jedi master without a droid
Lounging in the void
You'll be talking shit when my ships deployed
From Freret Street to Connecticut
Niggas got they money on slim to spit the realest shit he ever spit
That cream vanilla folder in the limo with the president
Don't ever say never, whatever nigga rhetoric
Panoramic – uh, closed captioned – uh
Fade to black – lights, cameras, action
Michael Jackson crying tears, sniffin' linеs
Paramount declared it the moviе of all times
The wolves stood in line 12 days to see blood
The ghost of Malcolm X came straight with the judge
Six million YouTube views in six hours
The devil threw a hissyfit and blew down the towers
That's power
The IMF Federal Reserve can't stop my MySpace from spreading the word
No record deal, just hard ass rhymes
Turned poverty and heartache into nickels and dimes
I'm fire like the Pentagon, hexes on the hecklers
Another rapper to me is a deathwish on a necklace
My shotgun go click-click-blast
I'm on a 40 day fast - no cheese, no grass
Linked up with 'Fiq and Taz and talk math
And now I'm free at last, nigga free at last
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