Exhibit C song by Jay Electronica from Primary Album Victory. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, Boom Bap music. The Record company is Decon Records, The Dogon Society & Mass Appeal. Released on December 22, 2009.
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Exhibit C Meaning
| [[Produced by Just Blaze] [Intro: Just Blaze] Hey! It’s coming Ladies and gentlemen; this time around The revolution will not be televised, woo! As we proceed!, To give you what you need! ’09, brother!, Get live, brother! Ladies and gentlemen of the court In the hearing against The State of Hip-Hop vs. Jay Electronica I present: Exhibit C [Verse 1: Jay Electronica & Just Blaze] When I was sleepin’ on the train Sleepin’ on Meserole Ave out in the rain Without even a single slice of pizza to my name Too proud to beg for change, mastering the pain When New York niggas was calling southern rappers lame But then jacking our slang (Oh!) I used to get dizzy spells, hear a little ring The voice of an angel telling me my name Telling me that one day I’ma be a great mane Transforming with the Megatron Don, spittin’ out flames (Oh!) Eating wack rappers alive, shittin’ out chains (Woo!) I ain’t believe it then; nigga, I was homeless (Uh huh) Fightin’, shootin’ dice, smokin’ weed on the corners Trying to find the meaning of life in a Corona ‘Til the Five Percenters rolled up on a nigga and informed him: “You either build or destroy, where you come from?” “The Magnolia projects in the 3rd Ward slum” “Hmm, it’s quite amazing that you rhyme how you do And that you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru” (Ooh!) Question Fourteen, Muslim Lesson Two: Dip-dive-uh, civilize a eighty-five-uh I make the devil hit his knees and say the “Our Father” Abracadabra, you rocking with the true and living Shout out to Lights Out, Joseph I, Chewy Bivens Shout out to Baltimore, Baton Rouge, my crew in Richmond While y’all debated who the truth was like Jews and Christians I was on Cecil B., Broad Street, Master North Philly, South Philly, 23rd, Tasker Six Mile, Seven Mile, Hartwell, Gratiot (Oh!) Where niggas really would pack a U-Haul truck up Put the high beams on, drive up on the curb At a barbecue and hop up out the back like, “What’s up?” (Buh!) Kill a nigga, rob a nigga, take a nigga, bust up That’s why when you talk the tough talk, I never feel you You sound real good and you play the part well But the energy you givin’ off is so unfamiliar I don’t feel ya (We need somethin’ realer! Ooh!) , [Verse 2: Jay Electronica & Just Blaze] Nas hit me up on the phone, said “What you waitin’ on?” Tip hit me up with a tweet, said, “What you waitin’ on?” Diddy send a text every hour on the dot saying “When you gon’ drop that verse? Nigga, you taking long” So now I’m back spittin’ that heat, could pass a polygraph That Reverend Run rockin’ Adidas out on Hollis Ave That FOI, Marcus Garvey, Nikky Tesla I shock you like an eel, electric feel, Jay Electra Oh my God! Keep going! [Verse 3: Jay Electronica & Just Blaze] They call me Jay Electronica—fuck that Call me Jay Elec-Hanukkah, Jay Elec-Yarmulke Jay Elect-Ramadan, Muhammad as-salaam-alaikum RasoulAllah Subhanahu wa ta’ala through your monitor (Ooh!) My Uzi still weigh a ton; check the barometer I’m hotter than the motherfucking sun; check the thermometer I’m bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man My mama told me, “Never throw a stone and hide your hand” I got a lot of family, you got a lot of fans That’s why the people got my back like the Verizon man I play the back and fade to black, and then devise a plan Out in London, smoking, vibing while I ride the tram Giving out that raw food to lions disguised as lambs And—by the time they get they seats hot And deploy all they henchmen to come at me from the treetops I’m chillin’ out at Tweetstock, building by the millions My light is brilliant , [Outro: Just Blaze] Woooo! I rest my case ’09, Act 3 First chapter of the end The last chapter of a new beginning If it’s so The things we do without even trying… Be better than a lot of y’all records, don’t get mad Morning after, world premiere Me! For real, though? I ain’t even gon’ say nothing Matter of fact; I ain’t saying— I don’t even know why I’m sayin’ this Jay, you should get Puff to do this over We moving out, onto the next record And, um, I’ma let this just ride Ride, ride, ride Hahaha] |
FAQ
- Who produced the lyrics for Exhibit C?
This lirics prodiucer by Just Blaze.
- Who wrote the song Exhibit C
Exhibit C song lyrics is written by Just Blaze & Jay Electronica
