Jay Electronica Revisit http://www.thepoetproject.com http://www.facebook.com/humblethepoet Special Thanks to Sikh Knowledge http://www.bomr.ca Selena Dhillon http://selenadhillon.com/ ====LYRICS==== (Humble) Flood the city like the levees broke Spoke heavy till my tongues a sweaty soak We ready folks You already know That a petty flow is steady dough Rising crust, chains, fame, lames make it rain like confetti Throw a show in the snow, aint concerning with the weather though Lyrics rubbing beats causing friction for whatever's spoke Bringing that heat to the street We be whatever folks Whatever you be smoking or toking, we be that that better Dope Whatever you be snorting or sniffing, we be that that better Coke In your nose, the movement grows with every single letter wrote Solidify this period with ink added from feather pokes Spreading that cheddar to the people who be steady broke Reverse racist, whipping a Caucasians up with leather ropes I be that getter go-getter with th wetter flow And your girl she be loving me like I already met her folks So we be creeping out in secret like its dagger-cloaks Stop bragging yo Your swag's a joke You're lacking flow Go gag and choke We Stays Woke!!!! (Selena + Sikh) I'm a pull out for my People (Sikh) they say my name with mad undertones, like 'Sick' or 'Seek' they aint aspirate the K, like my mamma taught me like they aspirated back in the Indus valley aint nothing Latin about me nor row-man (roman) about this lad like Full mast on the 'Amistad' always marginal like my left hand - writes so when i take mines, i gotta be in my right mind right? and since i came up, crossing over in my 'Kevin Johnsons' staring at a crescent-moon in the sky like Malcolm spotting food for my thought in the sky like a falcon now, my boy Narcy's makin bacon he's STILL saying "Waddup, Salem A'lakem" it's just the ironies of life like how Sikh's Waffles are a 9 and a half but Sikh's eco-gaters are meter-half gully creepers how do I live with the least affect? like a panty sound boi when my sounds in full effect? and the BTU's off my pecks, be scorching you like the writtens' off Humble's desk or the searing truth, that your home in the west was built on 7 little vertibrae in African necks...young necks...(ahem) Colombian necks it's enough to make a n** go atheist, but how a n** feel lucky like providence when jobs don't turn up the next morning with the rent and food doesn't materialize like Star Trek I suck my teeth at the real, and stare up at the sky, it's like Why? (Selena) And I'm a pull out for my people ====== http://www.thepoetproject.com
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