Jay Electronica, JAY-Z - Road to Perdition lyrics
[Jay Electronica, JAY-Z - Road to Perdition lyrics]
I got these niggas, Breezy!
Don't worry about it
"And they say if we'll only avoid
Any direct confrontation with the enemy
He'll forget his evil ways and learn to
Love us all who oppose them
Are indicted as warmongers they
Say we offer simple answers
To complex problems well
Perhaps there is a simple answer not
An easy answer but simple"
I got that black on black skin tone
Actual-fact syndrome
That's why I dropped the jewel on every
Verse you heard me shit on
(Let that bitch breathe)
Okay, it's a Slumdog opera
The tale of a king whose
Name wasn't on the roster
My road to glory was Road To Perdition
And "Act I I: The Turn" is
Just the memoirs with no omissions
We came a mighty long way
From standing near the stove
In the cold, the greatest story ever told
The realest niggas see the pain
In my story boards
The true believers say, "Wallahi
I support the boy"
My life feel like a highlight reel
This is lightning striking
Feel how the Zeitgeist feel
Get a slight chill
I got these niggas, Breezy!
Don't worry about it
My swag is on 121 jiggawatts
10 trillion kilowatts
Hardcore Thriller pop, Michael Jackson
Nigga rock google me, baby
Understand where I'm coming from
My destiny's to hit a grand
Slam when my number come
All hail the lyrical, Grand Wizard Imperial
Nigga signed the dotted line with Hov
That's a miracle
And I ain't leave the thugs alone
The humble and the meek will surely
Inherit the mud we on
And shoot up every club we clone
(Let that bitch breathe)
The flow is too atomic
The poetry's too Qur'an-ic
The young prophet Muhammad
And I could drop a verse
To change the whole vibration
The whole Roc Nation, the whole Live Nation
So pour libation
Beware, but prepare for the polarization
It's the globalization
Warn all the clergymen and notify Satan
I been waiting, this the notarization
I been patient
I got these niggas, Breezy!
Don't worry about it
A thousand kisses to the haters
'cause they made me greater
A thousand wishes from a million
Slaves could raise a savior
A thousand visit's to these dickheads
At these major labels
From Big Daddy Kane to Big
Daddy Cain and Abel
You pay a cost to be a boss, nigga
I paid the wager (Let that bitch breathe)
Mastered both sides of the force and
Plus I made my sabre
Yes sir, I'm a soldier of love
Drowning all my sorrows and woes in the club
My white boys say, "that shit
You spit last year, bro
Was like a real fine Merlot
And a cashmere throw"
Some black chicks say he ugly
White women they love me
My Asians and my mamis don't
Put nothing above me i call it as it happen
The art of quality rapping
One autobiographical chapter could start
Up the rapture and even though I walk in
The narrow valley of death
All I see is green pastures
Bitches screaming from the rafters
I got these niggas, Breezy!
Don't worry about it let that bitch breathe
Don't worry about it
"And they say if we'll only avoid
Any direct confrontation with the enemy
He'll forget his evil ways and learn to
Love us all who oppose them
Are indicted as warmongers they
Say we offer simple answers
To complex problems well
Perhaps there is a simple answer not
An easy answer but simple"
I got that black on black skin tone
Actual-fact syndrome
That's why I dropped the jewel on every
Verse you heard me shit on
(Let that bitch breathe)
Okay, it's a Slumdog opera
The tale of a king whose
Name wasn't on the roster
My road to glory was Road To Perdition
And "Act I I: The Turn" is
Just the memoirs with no omissions
We came a mighty long way
From standing near the stove
In the cold, the greatest story ever told
The realest niggas see the pain
In my story boards
The true believers say, "Wallahi
I support the boy"
My life feel like a highlight reel
This is lightning striking
Feel how the Zeitgeist feel
Get a slight chill
I got these niggas, Breezy!
Don't worry about it
My swag is on 121 jiggawatts
10 trillion kilowatts
Hardcore Thriller pop, Michael Jackson
Nigga rock google me, baby
Understand where I'm coming from
My destiny's to hit a grand
Slam when my number come
All hail the lyrical, Grand Wizard Imperial
Nigga signed the dotted line with Hov
That's a miracle
And I ain't leave the thugs alone
The humble and the meek will surely
Inherit the mud we on
And shoot up every club we clone
(Let that bitch breathe)
The flow is too atomic
The poetry's too Qur'an-ic
The young prophet Muhammad
And I could drop a verse
To change the whole vibration
The whole Roc Nation, the whole Live Nation
So pour libation
Beware, but prepare for the polarization
It's the globalization
Warn all the clergymen and notify Satan
I been waiting, this the notarization
I been patient
I got these niggas, Breezy!
Don't worry about it
A thousand kisses to the haters
'cause they made me greater
A thousand wishes from a million
Slaves could raise a savior
A thousand visit's to these dickheads
At these major labels
From Big Daddy Kane to Big
Daddy Cain and Abel
You pay a cost to be a boss, nigga
I paid the wager (Let that bitch breathe)
Mastered both sides of the force and
Plus I made my sabre
Yes sir, I'm a soldier of love
Drowning all my sorrows and woes in the club
My white boys say, "that shit
You spit last year, bro
Was like a real fine Merlot
And a cashmere throw"
Some black chicks say he ugly
White women they love me
My Asians and my mamis don't
Put nothing above me i call it as it happen
The art of quality rapping
One autobiographical chapter could start
Up the rapture and even though I walk in
The narrow valley of death
All I see is green pastures
Bitches screaming from the rafters
I got these niggas, Breezy!
Don't worry about it let that bitch breathe