Jay Electronica - Road To Perdition lyrics

rate me

(Interlude)

I got these niggas, Breezy

Don't worry 'bout it

(Intro)

'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'

(Verse)

I got that black on black skin tone, actual-fact syndrome

That's why I dropped the jewel on every verse ya 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 2, The Turn is just the memoirs wit no omissions

We came a mighty long way from standin' near the stove

In the cold, the greatest story eva 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 lightnin' strikin', feel how the Zeitgeist feel

Get a slight chill

(Interlude)

(Verse 2)

My swag is on 1.21 gigawatts, 10 trillion kilowatts

Hardcore Thriller pop, Michael Jackson, nigga rock

Google me, baby, understand where I'm comin' 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 wit 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, the flow is too atomic

The poetry's too Quranic, 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 fo' the polarization, it's the globalization

Warn all the clergymen and notify Satan

I been waitin', this the notarization, I been patient

(Interlude)

(Verse 3)

A thousand kisses to the haters cuz they made me greater

A thousand wishes from a million slaves could raise a savoir

A thousand visits to these dickheads at these major labels

From Big Daddy Kane to Big Daddy Cain and Abel

Ya pay a cost to be a boss, nigga, I paid the wager

Mastered both sides of the force and plus I made my saber

Yes, sir, I'm a soldier of luv

Drownin' all my sorrows and woes in the club

My white boys say 'that shit ya spit last year, bro'

'Was like a real fine Merlot and a cashmere throw'

Sum' black chicks say he ugly, white women they luv me

My Asians and my mami's don't put nothin' above me

I call it as it happen, the art of quality rappin'

One autobiographical chapter could start up the rapture

And even tho' I walk in the narrow valley of death

All I see is green pastures, bitches screamin' from the rafters