Sing Jay Stylee Extended Mix

[Jay Z:]
I got these niggas breezy,
Don't worry about it!

[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: Jay Electronica]
I got that black on black skin tone, actual fact syndrome,
That's why I dropped the jewel on every verse you heard me shit on.
Okay, it's a slumdog opera,
The tale of a king whose name wasn't on the roster,
My road to glory was road to perdition,
And Act II: The Turn is just the memoirs with no omissions,
We came a mighty long way from standing near the stove
In the cold; the greatest story ever told,
The realest niggas see the pain in my story boards,
The true believers say, "Wallahi, I support the boy."
My life feel like a highlight reel,
This is lightning strikin', feel how the Zeitgeist feel,
Get a slight chill.

[Jay Z:]
I got these niggas breezy,
Don't worry about it!

[Verse 2: Jay Electronica]
My swag is on 1.21 gigawatts, 10 trillion kilowatts,
Hardcore Thriller pop, Michael Jackson, nigga rock,
Google me, baby, understand where I'm comin' from,
My destiny's to hit a grand slam when my number come.
All hail the lyrical Grand Wizard Imperial,
Nigga signed the dotted line with Hov, that's a miracle,
And I ain't leave the thugs alone,
The humble and the meek will surely inherit the mud we on,
And shoot up every club we clone.
The flow is too atomic,
The poetry's too Qu'ran-ic, the young prophet Muhammad,
And I could drop a verse to change the whole vibration,
The whole Roc Nation, the whole Live Nation,
So pour libation,
Beware, but prepare for the polarization, it's the globalization,
Warn all the clergymen and notify Satan,
I been waitin', this the notarization, I been patient.

[Jay Z:]
I got these niggas breezy,
Don't worry about it!

[Verse 3: Jay Electronica]
A thousand kisses to the haters ‘cause they made me greater,
A thousand wishes from a million slaves could raise a savior,
A thousand visits to these dickheads at these major labels,
From Big Daddy Kane to Big Daddy Cain and Abel,
You pay a cost to be a boss, nigga, I paid the wager,
Mastered both sides of the force and plus, I made my saber,
Yes sir, I'm a soldier of love,
Drownin' all my sorrows and woes in the club,
My white boys say, "That shit you spit last year, bro,
Was like a real fine Merlot and a cashmere throw."
Some black chicks say he ugly, white women, they love me,
My Asians and my mamis don't put nothing above me,
I call it as it happen, the art of quality rappin',
One autobiographical chapter could start up the rapture,
And even though I walk in the narrow valley of death
All I see is green pastures, bitches screamin' from the rafters.