PRhyme, Jay Electronica - To Me, To You lyrics
[PRhyme, Jay Electronica - To Me, To You lyrics]
Niggas be askin' me like
"Man you took all that time
Off i understand you had
To get your mind right or whatever you was
Doin' but I'm just curious to know how you
How you gonna approach
The next shit?" Say it's the
Same way I always do, not givin' a fuck
Million dollar maker, not a faker
Try to call me over the hill
It's probably because you saw me chillin'
Beside a pile of paper
Life's a Picasso painting, psych, my
Life's more like an obstacle, ain't it?
Like it's somethin' in front of the drop
And I gotta ride around it
On my way to make me
Another child support payment
From humble beginnings
Though we live lavishly now
And what we couldn't afford to get
We would have it somehow
Stayin' at grandma's
Huddled in front of the open oven
Rubbin' our hands together like
Baby with cameras around
Manic depressed, drawn to my tool
Genetically predisposed to be a
Mechanic or less
I handle my failures way better
Than I ever handled success
And I let you boys be the loudest
Holdin' my fo' fo' from '94
On my retro kick before I
Let you let go clips
I'll let Michael Jordan be my stylist
I'll rock one of them baggy
Ass Tracy McGrady suit's
I've been poppin' since I was 5
That was in '82 believe that
A nigga been knockin' more lady's boots
Than Kanye critiquin' at Steve Madden
I'm just a LOX fan with childish thinkin'
The last time I got pulled
Over for drunk drivin'
I took the breathalyzer out the cop's
Hand and tried to drink it
That's what I do for my community
Your boo told me what she wanna do to me
Before she dropped on two knees and
Then blew me like an opportunity
To me, it's what I see
To you, it's what you do pRhyme!
Ha ha ha ha
If I could make niggas as real as me
Ha ha ha ha, I'd ask
"How come niggas ain't real as me?"
To me, it's what I see
To you, it's what you do pRhyme!
Ha ha ha ha
If I could make niggas as real as me
Ha ha ha ha, I'd ask
"How come niggas ain't real as me?"
Multiply, multiply
That's what the real niggas do
Multiply, multiply that's on a real nigga
Your favorite rapper's up in LIV
While I'm on controlled substances
Search around my crib for a fuck to give
But I couldn't find it
My notebook should be made of a wooden binder
Cause that's what my albums be sellin'
But I don't give a fuck
About nothin' but good vagina
Long as these niggas call me GOAT
If I don't get through to you the call failed
Cause I was probably on that
Wolf of Wall Street boat, i'm a hard sell
Maybe too lyrical for 'em
The Lord gave me a choice to either
Be king or give all Hell
I chose the latter like a fireman
Climbin' up to a charred rail
In front of Miley
Steerin' a giant wreckin' ball
Miss me with your mollies
And your Tyrese wisdom
I don't connect with y'all and these antics
Today you give your life to the game
Tomorrow you be posin' in pictures
Lookin' like Steve Francis
You ain't turnin' up
You're bein' backhanded like Pete Sampras
About that, i missed my uncle's funeral to
Go to South by Southwest
You ain't gotta appreciate it
But you better respect the fact
That I'm a rapper and nothin' wack
Done came out my mouth yet
You're welcome!
To me, it's what I see
To you, it's what you do prhyme!
Ha ha ha ha
If I could make niggas as real as me
Ha ha ha ha, I'd ask
"how come niggas ain't real as me?"
To me, it's what I see
To you, it's what you do prhyme!
Ha ha ha ha
If I could make niggas as real as me
Ha ha ha ha, I'd ask
"how come niggas ain't real as me?"
Me and Pharaoh is like Dorothy and
Toto on the brick road
Crossin' at the crissroads
The valleys and the alleys where the
Gods switch to bitch mode i came through
The Harley pipe was loud like a lion
The title on the marquee said
"Child out of Zion"
Contemplatin' on another plane
Hoverin' down lover's lane
Won a great debate against the
State about the mother plane
He called me by that other name
I called him by his other name
The lightnin' struck the internet like a
Screen door in a hurricane
Jay Electricity, baptizin' in Felicity
Where he been the past three
Years? It's just a mystery
If it ain't come from one of my peers
It ain't a diss to me
I'm a thousand leagues under the sea
Niggas can't get to me
The F in my middle name with
The period stands for "Victory"
I came from the bottoms of Hell with Jezebels
Sniffin' blow with her friends in
The dens of iniquity
When I was young, I was confused
I thought God was a mystery
But everything I knew since the
Time I began to grew
Was taught to me by the wickedest men
Who twist the histories
Who pulled out the cuffs of deception and
And hitched their wrist to we
Now all praises due to Allah
We seein' crystally
The Pyramids are there to bear
Witness to the gods
So when the angels heard me
Spit, they bit their lip, this shit is hard
Utterly unstoppable
In high school I was voted most popular
By the unpopular, phantom of the chakras
To me, it's what I see
To you, it's what you do pRhyme!
Ha ha ha ha
If I could make niggas as real as me
Ha ha ha ha, I'd ask
"how come niggas ain't real as me?"
To me, it's what I see
To you, it's what you do pRhyme!
Ha ha ha ha
If I could make niggas as real as me
Ha ha ha ha, I'd ask
"how come niggas ain't real as me?"
"Man you took all that time
Off i understand you had
To get your mind right or whatever you was
Doin' but I'm just curious to know how you
How you gonna approach
The next shit?" Say it's the
Same way I always do, not givin' a fuck
Million dollar maker, not a faker
Try to call me over the hill
It's probably because you saw me chillin'
Beside a pile of paper
Life's a Picasso painting, psych, my
Life's more like an obstacle, ain't it?
Like it's somethin' in front of the drop
And I gotta ride around it
On my way to make me
Another child support payment
From humble beginnings
Though we live lavishly now
And what we couldn't afford to get
We would have it somehow
Stayin' at grandma's
Huddled in front of the open oven
Rubbin' our hands together like
Baby with cameras around
Manic depressed, drawn to my tool
Genetically predisposed to be a
Mechanic or less
I handle my failures way better
Than I ever handled success
And I let you boys be the loudest
Holdin' my fo' fo' from '94
On my retro kick before I
Let you let go clips
I'll let Michael Jordan be my stylist
I'll rock one of them baggy
Ass Tracy McGrady suit's
I've been poppin' since I was 5
That was in '82 believe that
A nigga been knockin' more lady's boots
Than Kanye critiquin' at Steve Madden
I'm just a LOX fan with childish thinkin'
The last time I got pulled
Over for drunk drivin'
I took the breathalyzer out the cop's
Hand and tried to drink it
That's what I do for my community
Your boo told me what she wanna do to me
Before she dropped on two knees and
Then blew me like an opportunity
To me, it's what I see
To you, it's what you do pRhyme!
Ha ha ha ha
If I could make niggas as real as me
Ha ha ha ha, I'd ask
"How come niggas ain't real as me?"
To me, it's what I see
To you, it's what you do pRhyme!
Ha ha ha ha
If I could make niggas as real as me
Ha ha ha ha, I'd ask
"How come niggas ain't real as me?"
Multiply, multiply
That's what the real niggas do
Multiply, multiply that's on a real nigga
Your favorite rapper's up in LIV
While I'm on controlled substances
Search around my crib for a fuck to give
But I couldn't find it
My notebook should be made of a wooden binder
Cause that's what my albums be sellin'
But I don't give a fuck
About nothin' but good vagina
Long as these niggas call me GOAT
If I don't get through to you the call failed
Cause I was probably on that
Wolf of Wall Street boat, i'm a hard sell
Maybe too lyrical for 'em
The Lord gave me a choice to either
Be king or give all Hell
I chose the latter like a fireman
Climbin' up to a charred rail
In front of Miley
Steerin' a giant wreckin' ball
Miss me with your mollies
And your Tyrese wisdom
I don't connect with y'all and these antics
Today you give your life to the game
Tomorrow you be posin' in pictures
Lookin' like Steve Francis
You ain't turnin' up
You're bein' backhanded like Pete Sampras
About that, i missed my uncle's funeral to
Go to South by Southwest
You ain't gotta appreciate it
But you better respect the fact
That I'm a rapper and nothin' wack
Done came out my mouth yet
You're welcome!
To me, it's what I see
To you, it's what you do prhyme!
Ha ha ha ha
If I could make niggas as real as me
Ha ha ha ha, I'd ask
"how come niggas ain't real as me?"
To me, it's what I see
To you, it's what you do prhyme!
Ha ha ha ha
If I could make niggas as real as me
Ha ha ha ha, I'd ask
"how come niggas ain't real as me?"
Me and Pharaoh is like Dorothy and
Toto on the brick road
Crossin' at the crissroads
The valleys and the alleys where the
Gods switch to bitch mode i came through
The Harley pipe was loud like a lion
The title on the marquee said
"Child out of Zion"
Contemplatin' on another plane
Hoverin' down lover's lane
Won a great debate against the
State about the mother plane
He called me by that other name
I called him by his other name
The lightnin' struck the internet like a
Screen door in a hurricane
Jay Electricity, baptizin' in Felicity
Where he been the past three
Years? It's just a mystery
If it ain't come from one of my peers
It ain't a diss to me
I'm a thousand leagues under the sea
Niggas can't get to me
The F in my middle name with
The period stands for "Victory"
I came from the bottoms of Hell with Jezebels
Sniffin' blow with her friends in
The dens of iniquity
When I was young, I was confused
I thought God was a mystery
But everything I knew since the
Time I began to grew
Was taught to me by the wickedest men
Who twist the histories
Who pulled out the cuffs of deception and
And hitched their wrist to we
Now all praises due to Allah
We seein' crystally
The Pyramids are there to bear
Witness to the gods
So when the angels heard me
Spit, they bit their lip, this shit is hard
Utterly unstoppable
In high school I was voted most popular
By the unpopular, phantom of the chakras
To me, it's what I see
To you, it's what you do pRhyme!
Ha ha ha ha
If I could make niggas as real as me
Ha ha ha ha, I'd ask
"how come niggas ain't real as me?"
To me, it's what I see
To you, it's what you do pRhyme!
Ha ha ha ha
If I could make niggas as real as me
Ha ha ha ha, I'd ask
"how come niggas ain't real as me?"