Jay Electronica - Scenario 2004 lyrics
[Jay Electronica - Scenario 2004 lyrics]
Somebody stop me, lord I'm on fire
Sucker emcees better call me sire
I won't stop rocking 'til the moon retire
'Til the prophecy's fulfilled and
The earth catch fire
Nope, I ain't trying to be
Going back into poverty
Working a nine-to-five and be hoping
I hit the lottery
Nope, I came too far to turn back on my
Heels like a windmill and head back home-a
I eat a emcee up like Jeffrey Dahmer
Parlaying up in VIP playing the corner
I'm hot like a sauna
I spit a hot shot off of
The top you're a goner
Somebody call the coroner
These wack emcees is DOA
They label you as a hater
When you see yo' way
But, if you don't give a damn
We don't give a fuck you can catch me in the
Third Ward throwing it up
You might find me in the nine
Where they don't mind dying
Screaming five-o in the back of the line
Everytime that I fall up in the spot I shine
Heel up wheel up bring it back home rewind
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what's the, what's the
What's the scenario
I just wanna keep the peace like a Buddhist
But niggas wanna kiss me on
My cheek like Judas nigga, then lets do this
I leave em left out, left field
Left clueless they feed off of rumors 'til I
Hit em with the trueness they don't hate me
They hate god I ain't make me
I'm just a little nigga on
The mic with a breakbeat
What have y'all lames done for me lately
Nada, I keep on movin' and don't bother
The flow's H-2-O, they drown in the water
Step right up and come down to the slaughter
See me in the Third Ward, 6-4 Impala
Brush off my shoulder and pop my collar
Holla see I don't even walk like a pimp
Talk like a mack all I do is rap
Uh, you other motherfuckers is wack
And that's a actual fact
(that's a actual fact)
Sucker emcees better call me sire
I won't stop rocking 'til the moon retire
'Til the prophecy's fulfilled and
The earth catch fire
Nope, I ain't trying to be
Going back into poverty
Working a nine-to-five and be hoping
I hit the lottery
Nope, I came too far to turn back on my
Heels like a windmill and head back home-a
I eat a emcee up like Jeffrey Dahmer
Parlaying up in VIP playing the corner
I'm hot like a sauna
I spit a hot shot off of
The top you're a goner
Somebody call the coroner
These wack emcees is DOA
They label you as a hater
When you see yo' way
But, if you don't give a damn
We don't give a fuck you can catch me in the
Third Ward throwing it up
You might find me in the nine
Where they don't mind dying
Screaming five-o in the back of the line
Everytime that I fall up in the spot I shine
Heel up wheel up bring it back home rewind
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what's the, what's the
What's the scenario
I just wanna keep the peace like a Buddhist
But niggas wanna kiss me on
My cheek like Judas nigga, then lets do this
I leave em left out, left field
Left clueless they feed off of rumors 'til I
Hit em with the trueness they don't hate me
They hate god I ain't make me
I'm just a little nigga on
The mic with a breakbeat
What have y'all lames done for me lately
Nada, I keep on movin' and don't bother
The flow's H-2-O, they drown in the water
Step right up and come down to the slaughter
See me in the Third Ward, 6-4 Impala
Brush off my shoulder and pop my collar
Holla see I don't even walk like a pimp
Talk like a mack all I do is rap
Uh, you other motherfuckers is wack
And that's a actual fact
(that's a actual fact)