[Produced by Just Blaze]

[Intro: Just Blaze & Billy Stewart]

Oh, Lord, hear me

Hey!

Lord, please

Send her to me

It's coming (it's coming, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming)

Lord, please

Send her to me

Ladies and gentlemen; this time around

The revolution will not be televised, woo!

Cross my heart that I love her

As we proceed!, To give you what you need! (love her)

'09, brother!, Get live, brother!

Cross my heart that I love her

Ladies and gentlemen of the court

In the hearing against The State of Hip-Hop vs. Jay Electronica

I present: Exhibit C

[Verse 1: Jay Electronica & Just Blaze]

When I was sleepin' on the train, sleepin' on Meserole Ave out in the rain

Without even a single slice of pizza to my name

Too proud to beg for change, mastering the pain

When New York niggas was calling southern rappers lame but then jacking our slang (Oh!)

I used to get dizzy spells, hear a little ring

The voice of an angel telling me my name

Telling me that one day I'ma be a great mane

Transforming with the Megatron Don, spittin' out flames (Oh!)

Eating wack rappers alive, shittin' out chains (Woo!)

I ain't believe it then; nigga, I was homeless (Uh huh)

Fightin', shootin' dice, smokin' weed on the corners

Trying to find the meaning of life in a Corona

'Til the Five Percenters rolled up on a nigga and informed him:

"You either build or destroy, where you come from?"

"The Magnolia projects in the 3rd Ward slum"

"Hmm, it's quite amazing that you rhyme how you do

And that you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru" (Ooh!)

Question Fourteen, Muslim Lesson Two:

Dip-dive-uh, civilize a eighty-five-uh

I make the Devil hit his knees and say the "Our Father"

Abracadabra, you rocking with the true and living

Shout out to Lights Out, Joseph I, Chewy Bivens

Shout out to Baltimore, Baton Rouge, my crew in Richmond

While y'all debated who the truth was like Jews and Christians

I was on Cecil B., Broad Street, Master

North Philly, South Philly, 23rd, Tasker

Six Mile, Seven Mile, Hartwell, Gratiot (Oh!)

Where niggas really would pack a U-Haul truck up

Put the high beams on, drive up on the curb

At a barbecue and hop up out the back like, "What's up?" (Buh!)

Kill a nigga, rob a nigga, take a nigga, bust up

That's why when you talk the tough talk, I never feel you

You sound real good and you play the part well

But the energy you givin' off is so unfamiliar, I don't feel ya

(We need somethin' realer! Ooh!)

[Verse 2: Jay Electronica & Just Blaze]

Nas hit me up on the phone, said "What you waitin' on?"

Tip hit me up with a tweet, said, "What you waitin' on?"

Diddy send a text every hour on the dot saying

"When you gon' drop that verse? Nigga, you taking long"

So now I'm back spittin' that heat, could pass a polygraph

That Reverend Run rockin' Adidas out on Hollis Ave

That FOI, Marcus Garvey, Nikky Tesla

I shock you like an eel, electric feel, Jay Electra

Oh my God! Keep going!

[Verse 3: Jay Electronica & Just Blaze]

They call me Jay Electronica—fuck that

Call me Jay Elec-Hanukkah, Jay Elec-Yarmulke

Jay Elect-Ramadan, Muhammad as-salaam-alaikum

RasoulAllah Subhanahu wa ta'ala through your monitor (Ooh!)

My Uzi still weigh a ton; check the barometer

I'm hotter than the motherfucking sun; check the thermometer

I'm bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man

My mama told me, "Never throw a stone and hide your hand"

I got a lot of family, you got a lot of fans

That's why the people got my back like the Verizon man

I play the back and fade to black, and then devise a plan

Out in London, smoking, vibing while I ride the tram

Giving out that raw food to lions disguised as lambs

And—by the time they get they seats hot

And deploy all they henchmen to come at me from the treetops

I'm chillin' out at Tweetstock, building by the millions

My light is brilliant

[Outro: Just Blaze & Billy Stewart]

Woooo!

I rest my case

'09, Act 3

First chapter of the end

The last chapter of a new beginning

If it's so

The things we do without even trying...

Be better than a lot of y'all records, don't get mad

Morning after, world premiere

Me!

For real, though? (love her)

I ain't even gon' say nothing

Matter of fact; I ain’t saying—

I don't even know why I'm sayin’ this

Jay, you should get Puff to do this over

We moving out, onto the next record

And, um, I'ma let this just ride

Ride, ride, ride

Hahaha

Love her

Cross my heart that I love her

Love her

Lord, hear me