So What You Sayin'

[Intro][Produced by J Dilla]

[Verse 1]

Jay electrolysis probin the globe like a geologist

Puttin all of you *****es on display like gynocologists

Listen, I'm on a mission, most of you *****s just spittin'

The wise comprehend the diction, hypnotized with the rhythm

Lyrical circumcision; toss the schmuck in the fire

Yeah your mans and them is nice but they ain't ****in with 'siah

I'm a higher power devour all you idolaters

You satan worshippers, nation perverters thirstin' for dollars

Jay coldplay putting the clock on your chess game

I'm a varsity letterman, you a fresh-mayne

Every line of every verse of every song is a quotable

Catch me in Mexico meditating with Quetzalcoatl ****ers

I'm rainin fire on you lame suckers

My tongue is the burner the barrel the biscuit don't make me buck it spratt

I'm outta that Mac I came into rap carrying the south on my back

And I'm ready to scriddap

It ain't where you from son it's where you live at

I never kiss another *****s bum to get me did-dap

I used to sip the coke and rum blowin dime sid-dacks

But now I'm wagin war with wicked men in high places

So what you sayin

[Verse 2]

Every page of my poetry's like a rhyme from the clip

The mic is always in my holster right on top of my hip

*****s get flipped

When the hollowtip spit at they melons

You *****s is Missy misdemeanor my *****s is felons holla

Me and Big Dame Lord of the Rings the Twins Towers

Knockin other ************s out the ring like Apollo Creed

You wanna get bleed the blood run up

And get done up until sunup

Down south they call me white man cause I hang MC's

Get em open with ease

Then pick em off like fleas ***** please

You ain't go no wins in mi casa

Que pasa

My flow'll ****in swole ya bumba rasta

Loch ness monster

It's like RAAAAAA when I strike ya

Suplexin *****s like Rowdy Rod Piper

John Allen Muhammad snipe ya

It's a cost to be the boss and I paid the price-ah

Nobodies nicer

I'm cold as the north pole; nobodies icer

Shout outs to Mr. Porter, D-Twizzy, and Obie Tricer

Shady, you can catch me in the D now baby it's all gravy

Still reppin UPT what is you sayin'

Ali, Saddiq

We 'bout to spit fire on these ************s for one thousand two hundred and sixty days

[Verse 3]

I'm trapped in the game like Pacmayne chasin' the ghost

Drownin with water in my throat got leaks in the boat

Squeezin the toast

It's not a op-tion I got Pac on, Makaveli the Don

Bumpin' that "Me And My Glock" song, zonin'

Like Robert Dinero with Ronin

Struck 'em up with the omen

From adolescents to grown men

Walk a mile in my shoes; it proves you a soldier

I paid a lot of dues to prove to Jehovah

That I can carry the cross, the castle, the crown

Everywhere I roam is home; life's my battleground

Sallhuddin Abdul Fard Muhammad

The come up at by night, ridin' Elijah the comet (uh)

I caved chest in the brave chessman

Masterin' one twenty lessons is my profession

So get to steppin'

Or catch lead like Zeppelin

These rap cats look real but they really not, like wrestlin'

Check the solar commander

I'm light years off of the scanner

Satillite dishes and cameras a bad mamma jamma

The most thorough examiner

My microphone is seven thousand nine-hundred and twenty six miles in diameter

The Son of Man

Son of Teman from Mount Puran

Master the air in the land from here to Iran

Jay Electronica revolve the world

Them Philly cats say I like that bol he raw but he thorough

What you sayin'