[Jay Electronica] One two, one two uh, yeah I’m sailing on a cloud, they trailing below my shrink told me it’s a feeling they’ll never know I pack up all my sins and I wear ‘em to the show and let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go
I’m sailing on a cloud, they trailing below my shrink told me it’s a feeling they’ll never know I pack up all my sins and every L that I blow and let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go
In the land before time, a land before altar boys Synagogues and shrines, man was in his prime look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme the method is sublime you get blessed with every line I’m in touch with every shrine from Japan to Oaxaca Your melonated, carbon-dated, phantom of the Chakras Me and Puff, we was chilling in Miami He said “N-gga f-ck the underground, you need to win a Grammy for your mama and your family, they need to see you shined up you built a mighty high ladder, let me see you climb up Nigga, what you scared of? terrorize these artificial rap n-ggas and spread love pollinate the ear buds like you supposed to, spit it for the culture pay no attention to the critics and the vultures they rather have a shot of Belvy just to spite you they cast the judgments ’cause they feel they got the right to” F-ck ‘em, I let the dice roll like my father did I gotta shine, it’s in my blood, I’m a Harlem kid I treat my babies right, treat my ladies ladylike Hit ‘em with a remix, then make sure that they play me twice I thought you said it’s the return of the black kings Luxurious homes, fur coats and fat chains
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z] In this manila envelope, the results of my insanity Quack said I crossed the line between real life and fantasy cant it be the same, went on covers with Warren Buffett was ducking the undercovers, was warring with mothaf-ckers went from warring to Warren, undercovers to covers if you believe in that sort of love, your screws need adjusting in the World of no justice and black ladies on the back of buses I’m the Immaculate Conception of rappers slash hustlers my God, it’s so hard to conceive but it all falls perfect, I’m like autumn is to trees Uh, the doc interrupted he scribbled a prescription for some Prozac he said “take that for your mustard” boy, you must be off your rocker if you think you’ll make it off the strip before they pop ya, n-gga you gotta be psychotic or mixing something potent with your vodka It takes a lot to shock us but you being so prosperous is preposterous how could this nappy headed boy from out the project Be the apple of America’s obsession? you totally disconnected with reality, don’t believe in dreams since when did black men become kings?
[The-Dream] You have no idea the means to what I say and you have no idea of how I got this way
Now, fear my dreams and by the time you wake I’ll look down from the clouds see, I’m on my way