Jay Electronica - Exhibit C lyrics

Hey! It's coming
Ladies and gentlemen this time around
The revolution will not be televised, woo!
As we proceed!, To give you what you need!
'09, brother!, Get live, brother!
Ladies and gentlemen of the court
In the hearing against The State
Of Hip-Hop vs jay Electronica
I present: Exhibit C

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 (Oh)
I used to get dizzy spells
Hear a little ring
The voice of an angel telling me my name
Telling me that one day I'ma be a great mane
Transforming with the Megatron Don
Spittin' out flames (Oh)
Eating wack rappers alive
Shittin' out chains (Woo)
I ain't believe it then nigga, I was homeless
(Uh, huh) fightin', shootin' dice
Smokin' weed on the corners
Trying to find the meaning of
Life in a Corona
'Til the Five Percenters rolled up on
A nigga and informed him:
"You either build or destroy
Where you come from?"
"The Magnolia projects in the 3rd Ward slum"
"Hmm, it's quite amazing that you
Rhyme how you do
And that you shine like you grew
Up in a shrine in Peru" (O oh)
Question Fourteen, Muslim Lesson Two:
Dip-dive uh, civilize a eighty-five uh
I make the devil hit his knees
And say the "Our Father"
Abracadabra, you rocking with the
True 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 truth
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 (Oh)
Where niggas really would pack
A U-Haul truck up
Put the high beams on, drive up on the curb
At a barbecue and hop up out the back like
"What's up?" (Buh)
Kill a nigga, rob a nigga, take a nigga
Bust up
That's why when you talk the tough talk
I never feel you you sound real good and you
Play the part well but the energy you givin'
Off is so unfamiliar I don't feel ya
(We need somethin' realer! Ooh)

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 saying
"When you gon' drop that verse? Nigga
You taking long"
So now I'm back spittin' that heat
Could pass a polygraph
That Reverend Run rockin' Adidas
Out on Hollis Ave
That FOI, Marcus Garvey, Nikky Tesla
I shock you like an eel, electric feel
Jay Electra oh my God! Keep going!

They call me Jay Electronica fuck that
Call me Jay Elec-Hanukkah, Jay Elec-Yarmulke
Jay Elect-Ramadan, Muhammad as-salaam-alaikum
RasoulAllah Subhanahu wa ta'ala
Through your monitor (O oh)
My Uzi still weigh a ton check the barometer
I'm hotter than the motherfucking
Sun check the thermometer
I'm bringing ancient mathematics back
To modern man my mama told me
"Never throw a 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, smoking
Vibing 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 to come
At me from the treetops
I'm chillin' out at Tweetstock
Building by the millions

My light is brilliant woooo!
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 do without even trying
Be better than a lot of y'all records
Don't get mad morning after, world premiere
Me! For real, though?
I ain't even gon' say nothing
Matter of fact I ain’t saying
I don't even know why I'm sayin’ this
Jay, you should get Puff to do this over
We moving out, onto the next record
And, um, I'ma let this just ride
Ride, ride, ride hahaha