Jay Electronica - So What You Saying lyrics

Jay electrolysis probin the globe
Like a geologist puttin all of you pussies
On display like gynocologists
Listen, I'm on a mission
Most of you niggas just spittin'
The wise comprehend the diction
Hypnotized with the rhythm
Lyrical circumcision toss the schmuck
In the fire yeah your mans and them is nice
But they ain't fuckin with 'siah
I'm a higher power devour all you idolaters
You satan worshippers
Nation perverters thirstin' for dollars
Jay coldplay putting the clock
On your chess game
I'm a varsity letterman, you a fresh mayne
Every line of every verse of
Every song is a quotable
Catch me in Mexico meditating
With Quetzalcoatl fuckers
I'm rainin fire on you lame suckers


My tongue is the burner the barrel the
Biscuit don't make me buck it spratt
I'm outta that Mac I came into rap
Carrying the south on my back
And I'm ready to scriddap
It ain't where you from son
It's where you live at
I never kiss another niggas bum
To get me did dap i used to sip the coke and
Rum blowin dime sid dacks
But now I'm wagin war with
Wicked men in high places so what you sayin

Every page of my poetry's like
A rhyme from the clip
The mic is always in my holster
Right on top of my hip niggas get flipped
When the hollowtip spit at they melons
You niggas is Missy misdemeanor my
Niggas is felons holla
Me and Big Dame Lord of
The Rings the Twins Towers
Knockin other motherfuckers out the
Ring like Apollo Creed
You wanna get bleed the blood run up
And get done up until sunup
Down south they call me white
Man cause I hang MC's get em open with ease
Then pick em off like fleas nigga please
You ain't go no wins in mi casa que pasa
My flow'll fuckin swole ya bumba rasta
Loch ness monster
It's like RAAAAAA when I strike ya
Suplexin niggas like Rowdy Rod Piper
John Allen Muhammad snipe ya
It's a cost to be the boss
And I paid the price ah nobodies nicer
I'm cold as the north pole nobodies icer
Shout outs to Mr porter, D Twizzy
And Obie Tricer
Shady, you can catch me in the
D now baby it's all gravy
Still reppin UPT what is you sayin'

Ali, Saddiq we 'bout to spit fire
On these motherfuckers for
One thousand two hundred and sixty days

I'm trapped in the game like
Pacmayne chasin' the ghost
Drownin with water in my throat
Got leaks in the boat squeezin the toast
It's not a op-tion I got Pac on
Makaveli the Don
Bumpin' that "Me And My Glock" song, zonin'
Like Robert Dinero with Ronin
Struck 'em up with the omen
From adolescents to grown men
Walk a mile in my shoes
It proves you a soldier
I paid a lot of dues to prove to Jehovah
That I can carry the cross, the castle
The crown everywhere I roam is home
Life's my battleground
Sallhuddin Abdul Fard Muhammad
The come up at by night
Ridin' Elijah the comet (uh)
I caved chest in the brave chessman
Masterin' one twenty lessons is my profession
So get to steppin'
Or catch lead like Zeppelin
These rap cats look real but they really not
Like wrestlin' check the solar commander
I'm light years off of the scanner
Satillite dishes and cameras a
Bad mamma jamma the most thorough examiner
My microphone is seven thousand nine hundred
And twenty six miles in diameter
The Son of Man son of Teman from Mount Puran
Master the air in the land from here to Iran
Jay Electronica revolve the world
Them Philly cats say I like that
Bol he raw but he thorough what you sayin'