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Jay Electronica - Swagger Jackon's Revenge
+ lyrics
it's the return of the black moors with no fez
it's eerie like that documentary on lisa lopez
pentagrams pyramids conspiracies
with goat heads
knock down the levees
knock down the projects
start another project
build another object
a drive thru touchscreen doctrine for me
to digest
just horses with our blinders on
drivin by the obvious
ridin by the obvious
glidin by the obvious
regadless of who you vote for
if the mind don't grow
and the poverty line don't go
but the dope keep coming
and the tv keep flashing images of a sports car
then you bound for a coke war
the meek get clowned by the coke law
the sheep get drowned in the folklore
then lulled to sleep by tom brokaw
what a pity
the hope of a politicians tongue
never ever trickles down to
the city
so a n***** put a presidents mask on
and run up in the bank with a mac saying
gimme gimme
i ain't glad at him
but i ain't mad at him
look
if anybody ask you who i be
say
a painter with a felt pen who drew ali
i'm like cassius when i blast molasses
out the ass of the masses
from fulton street mall to gratiot
i'm handing out free at last kits
"yo jay where ya staff at?"
"green said you threw it"
yeah
i outgrew it
some blogs said "you blew it"
n**** f*** yo blog
jigga man said you can't knock the hustle
dog
i'm on the same launchin pad that shot
russel off
that's why i stay dougie
it's eerie like that documentary on lisa lopez
pentagrams pyramids conspiracies
with goat heads
knock down the levees
knock down the projects
start another project
build another object
a drive thru touchscreen doctrine for me
to digest
just horses with our blinders on
drivin by the obvious
ridin by the obvious
glidin by the obvious
regadless of who you vote for
if the mind don't grow
and the poverty line don't go
but the dope keep coming
and the tv keep flashing images of a sports car
then you bound for a coke war
the meek get clowned by the coke law
the sheep get drowned in the folklore
then lulled to sleep by tom brokaw
what a pity
the hope of a politicians tongue
never ever trickles down to
the city
so a n***** put a presidents mask on
and run up in the bank with a mac saying
gimme gimme
i ain't glad at him
but i ain't mad at him
look
if anybody ask you who i be
say
a painter with a felt pen who drew ali
i'm like cassius when i blast molasses
out the ass of the masses
from fulton street mall to gratiot
i'm handing out free at last kits
"yo jay where ya staff at?"
"green said you threw it"
yeah
i outgrew it
some blogs said "you blew it"
n**** f*** yo blog
jigga man said you can't knock the hustle
dog
i'm on the same launchin pad that shot
russel off
that's why i stay dougie
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