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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
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 were calling southern rappers lame But then jacking our slang I used to get dizzy spells, and hear a little ring The voice of a angel telling me my name Telling me that one day I'mma be a great mane Transforming with the Megatron Don spittin out flames Eatin' wack rappers alive, shittin' out chains I ain't believe it then, nigga I was homeless Fightin', shootin dice, smokin weed on the corners Tryna find the meaning of life in a corona Till the 5 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 Its quite amazing that you rhyme how you do And how you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru Question 14, Muslim Lesson 2, dip diver, civilize a 85er I make the devil hit his knees and say the "Our Father" Abracadabra! You rockin with the true and living Shot 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, 6 mile, 7 mile, Hartwell, Gratiot 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 out the back like what's up Kill a nigga, rob a nigga, take a nigga, bust up That's why when you talk the tough talk I never feel ya You sound real good and you play the part well But the energy you givin off is so unfamiliar I don't feel ya 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 sayin When you gon drop that verse nigga you taking long So now I'm back spittin that he could pass a polygraph That Reverend Run rockin Adidas out on Hollis Ave That FOI, Marcus Garvey, Niki Tesla I shock you like an eel, electric feel, Jay Electra They call me Jay Electronica Fuck that Call me Jay ElecHannukah Jay ElecYarmulke Jay ElectRamadaan Muhammad Asalaamica RasoulAllah Subhanahu wa ta'ala through your monitor My uzi still weighs a ton, check the barometer I'm hotter than the muthafuckin' sun, check the thermometer I'm bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man My momma 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, vibin' while I ride the tram Givin' 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
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