Jay Electronica - Love Czars II lyrics
[Jay Electronica - Love Czars II lyrics]
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 Ferett 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
That never say never whatever nigga rhetoric
Panoramic close-captioned, Fade to black
Lights cameras action Michael Jackson crying
Tears, sniffin' lines
Paramount declared it the movie of all times
The wolves stood in line twelve
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 hissy fit
And blew down the towers that's power
The IM-F, Federal Reserve
Can't stop my Myspace from spreadin' the word
No record deal just hard ass rhymes
Turned poverty and heartache to
Nickels and dimes
I'm on fire like the pentagon
Hexes on the hecklers
Another rapper to me is a
Deathwish on the necklace
My shotgun go click-clack blast
I'm on a forty day fast, No cheese no grass
Linked up with Fiq and Taz and talk math
Now I`m free at last nigga free at last
The L's coming, listen up
I'm tryna tell you something
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 Ferett 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
That never say never whatever nigga rhetoric
Panoramic close-captioned, Fade to black
Lights cameras action Michael Jackson crying
Tears, sniffin' lines
Paramount declared it the movie of all times
The wolves stood in line twelve
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 hissy fit
And blew down the towers that's power
The IM-F, Federal Reserve
Can't stop my Myspace from spreadin' the word
No record deal just hard ass rhymes
Turned poverty and heartache to
Nickels and dimes
I'm on fire like the pentagon
Hexes on the hecklers
Another rapper to me is a
Deathwish on the necklace
My shotgun go click-clack blast
I'm on a forty day fast, No cheese no grass
Linked up with Fiq and Taz and talk math
Now I`m free at last nigga free at last
The L's coming, listen up
I'm tryna tell you something