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Jay Electronica Revisit
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Special Thanks to Sikh Knowledge
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Selena Dhillon
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====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
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