Jay Electronica - Call of Duty: Mw3 lyrics
[Jay Electronica - Call of Duty: Mw3 lyrics]
Words were written to be a call
And a spur to the faithful
Servants of Truth and Justice:
Arm yourselves, and be ye men of valor
And be in readiness for the conflict
For it is better for us to perish in battle
Than to look upon the outrage of
Our nation and our altar
As the Will of God" - Winston Churchill
Uh, huh, you know the story where real
See real we recognize
When you see the steel flash, you petrifies
Steve Jobs seen death after just retiring
Takes vision to build, God bless the dead
That's Mac, that's Pac, that's Pun
That's BIG
Shit, niggas know the +Sunshine Eternal+
Son shine eternal
I burn slow like Disco Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with yayo, uh
I went from MySpace to the
Top of the food chain
The sperm hit the eggs like a missile
Then nine months later
The celebratory news came
"Exhibit C" gave the whole
World a mood change
Electronic, niggas call my album "Detox"
'cause they know I'm finna
Bring the next "Chronic"
Roc Nation, Cole World, it's a wrap, nigga
Put your diamonds in the sky, take that
Nigga
Yeah, put your diamonds in the sky
Wave 'em side to side
Get juxed when you shine
As time go by, we live by an eye for an eye
I'll die for you, your drama is mine
Put your diamonds in the sky
Wave 'em side to side
Get robbed ‘fore you shine
As time go by, we live by an eye for an eye
I'll die for you, your beef is mines
Uh, huh, to whom it may concern
If it's hate, wait yo' turn, dig a crate
Make a urn
Please God, tell Flex drop a bomb on me
Tell the Minister to tattoo the Qur'an on me
Before the men in black try to
Pin a crime on me
And Rupert Murdoch and his goons
Get to lyin on me the Lord is my shepherd
So tell the royal family to order my records
And spread 'em cross Europe
In a organized method
We could heal the planet
With a organized effort
The Jews and the Christians and
The Muslims and the Buddhists
And the Sikhs and Scientologists is
All of my brethren play this on the radio
You never heard another nigga say
This on the radio
We made it out the ghett-io
Brunch with the Rothschilds
Dinner with the Carters
Jay Elect stop the press, criticalest artist
What the fuck'?!
I done sat around for
Years daydreamin of this
Me and Jay biz, green gettin twist
Kids goin to school, we still on the bench
Early morning yawnin, no sleep, just this
Hardcore rhymin like a diamond when I spit
Come hell or high water
We gon' make it out the bricks
I done graduated gladiator school
What's next? From the bottom
Only one way to go to the tip
Of the top, with these nonstop flows I invent
Bars so hard, shit hurt when it hit
My bars like prison bars
I'm trapped in the pens
Of this wildstyle Hip-Hop'
The fuckin strongest
Rappers on the earth, it's a curse and a gift
Black cloud follow my life
How worse could it get?
Respect, power, and money
In that exact order
I got it all, nigga, I'll break ya lil' neck