Jay Electronica - Uzi Weighs A Ton lyrics
[Jay Electronica - Uzi Weighs A Ton lyrics]
I'm Ready 121 Jiggawatts
Jay Electronica lord of the Thunder
When I walk motherfucker, my uzi weighs a ton
When I talk motherfucker my uzi weights a ton
Never will I resign I'm a soldier for life
I'm mastering my circumference
Controlling the mic behold the light
Some niggas die for their ice
See I'll part with the chain
But, I'mma die for the Christ
This time I baptise with fire
Roll with a thousand soldiers like Jeremiah
Call me sire hitman for hire
Show me the money like J McGuire
Build my empire in the midst of the fire
Who do men say that I am
I'm a stumbling stone
I'm never too far from home
Cause the Earth's my throne
I'm the king supreme superb out the third
Ya heard magnolia made me a soldier throwin
Dice on the curb crucified me the first day
I'm rockin ice on the third
Burning circles on hood corners rocking
Mics and them birds
I got my hard hat my work gloves
I'm ready to rock
So beware of this heavy hardware
We steady to drop
When I walk motherfucker, my uzi weighs a ton
When I talk motherfucker my uzi weights a ton
Bring seven emcees, put them in a line
Go get seven other cornballs who
Think they can rhyme
It'll take seven more before I go for mine
That's twelve sucka niggas with a
Gash in they perm
Plus nine other motherfuckers
Drastically burned
It's a horrible lesson indeed
But has to get learned
It's the new world order
We kidnapped rap and took her
South of the border
While cats rock three-sixty waves
White tees, girbauds, and diodoras
Young guns is raised in the
Little shop of horror
When drama get to popping and the
Shit get out of order
The choppers'll chop a hole up in
The door of your explorer
The coppers'll pop a hole up in
The door of your aurora
Watchers, dime dropper to copper
Sing them a story
Niggas is shiesty eh? in the land
Where they trill with it
Stress is a motherfucker, man
Nigga deal with it
When I walk motherfucker, my uzi weighs a ton
When I talk motherfucker my uzi weights a ton
Nas gave me some sweet advice, uh huh
He came like a man with it
Took it and ran with it
I'm a turn the rap game to
The summer of Sam with it
If anybody asks tell em the son of man did it
That's right
You know my name I got the devil on the run
Why? Cause my motherfuckin uzi weighs a ton
And I'm squeezing on you fuckers with
The mic in my hands
That'll be terrorizing rappers from
Detroit to Japan
Jay Electronica lord of the Thunder
When I walk motherfucker, my uzi weighs a ton
When I talk motherfucker my uzi weights a ton
Never will I resign I'm a soldier for life
I'm mastering my circumference
Controlling the mic behold the light
Some niggas die for their ice
See I'll part with the chain
But, I'mma die for the Christ
This time I baptise with fire
Roll with a thousand soldiers like Jeremiah
Call me sire hitman for hire
Show me the money like J McGuire
Build my empire in the midst of the fire
Who do men say that I am
I'm a stumbling stone
I'm never too far from home
Cause the Earth's my throne
I'm the king supreme superb out the third
Ya heard magnolia made me a soldier throwin
Dice on the curb crucified me the first day
I'm rockin ice on the third
Burning circles on hood corners rocking
Mics and them birds
I got my hard hat my work gloves
I'm ready to rock
So beware of this heavy hardware
We steady to drop
When I walk motherfucker, my uzi weighs a ton
When I talk motherfucker my uzi weights a ton
Bring seven emcees, put them in a line
Go get seven other cornballs who
Think they can rhyme
It'll take seven more before I go for mine
That's twelve sucka niggas with a
Gash in they perm
Plus nine other motherfuckers
Drastically burned
It's a horrible lesson indeed
But has to get learned
It's the new world order
We kidnapped rap and took her
South of the border
While cats rock three-sixty waves
White tees, girbauds, and diodoras
Young guns is raised in the
Little shop of horror
When drama get to popping and the
Shit get out of order
The choppers'll chop a hole up in
The door of your explorer
The coppers'll pop a hole up in
The door of your aurora
Watchers, dime dropper to copper
Sing them a story
Niggas is shiesty eh? in the land
Where they trill with it
Stress is a motherfucker, man
Nigga deal with it
When I walk motherfucker, my uzi weighs a ton
When I talk motherfucker my uzi weights a ton
Nas gave me some sweet advice, uh huh
He came like a man with it
Took it and ran with it
I'm a turn the rap game to
The summer of Sam with it
If anybody asks tell em the son of man did it
That's right
You know my name I got the devil on the run
Why? Cause my motherfuckin uzi weighs a ton
And I'm squeezing on you fuckers with
The mic in my hands
That'll be terrorizing rappers from
Detroit to Japan