Jay Electronica - Road To Perdition Lyrics
[Intro: Jay Z]I got these niggas, Breezy!Don't worry about it[Intro: Ronald Reagan]"And they say if we'll only avoid any direct confrontation with the enemy, he'll forget his evil ways and learn to love us. All who oppose them are indicted as warmongers. They say we offer simple answers to complex problems. Well, perhaps there is a simple answer - not an easy answer - but simple"[Verse 1]I got that black on black skin tone, actual-fact syndromeThat's why I dropped the jewel on every verse you heard me shit onOkay, it's a Slumdog operaThe tale of a king whose name wasn't on the rosterMy road to glory was Road To PerditionAnd Act II: The Turn is just the memoirs with no omissionsWe came a mighty long way from standing near the stoveIn the cold, the greatest story ever toldThe realest niggas see the pain in my story boardsThe true believers say, "Wallahi, I support the boy"My life feel like a highlight reelThis is lightning striking, feel how the Zeitgeist feelGet a slight chill[Bridge: Jay Z]I got these niggas, Breezy!Don't worry about it[Verse 2]My swag is on 1.21 gigawatts, 10 trillion kilowattsHardcore Thriller pop, Michael Jackson, nigga rockGoogle me, baby, understand where I'm coming fromMy destiny's to hit a grand slam when my number comeAll hail the lyrical, Grand Wizard ImperialNigga signed the dotted line with Hov, that's a miracleAnd I ain't leave the thugs aloneThe humble and the meek will surely inherit the mud we onAnd shoot up every club we cloneThe flow is too atomicThe poetry's too Qu'ran-ic, the young prophet MuhammadAnd I could drop a verse to change the whole vibrationThe whole Roc Nation, the whole Live NationSo pour libationBeware, but prepare for the polarization, it's the globalizationWarn all the clergymen and notify SatanI been waiting, this the notarization, I been patient[Bridge: Jay Z][Verse 3]A thousand kisses to the haters cause they made me greaterA thousand wishes from a million slaves could raise a savoirA thousand visits to these dickheads at these major labelsFrom Big Daddy Kane to Big Daddy Cain and AbelYou pay a cost to be a boss, nigga, I paid the wagerMastered both sides of the force and plus I made my sabreYes sir, I'm a soldier of loveDrowning all my sorrows and woes in the clubMy white boys say, "That shit you spit last year, broWas like a real fine Merlot and a cashmere throw"Some black chicks say he ugly, white women they love meMy Asians and my mamis don't put nothing above meI call it as it happen, the art of quality rappingOne autobiographical chapter could start up the raptureAnd even though I walk in the narrow valley of deathAll I see is green pastures, *****es screaming from the rafters
