The Ghost of Christopher Wallace

[Intro: Diddy] Unh-hunh Yeh, like that Uh-hunh. Like that Feel good to you. So good to you Yeah, it feel good to you. So good to you Don’t fight the feelin’ Yeah, black is back Get a sun-tan bitch; take that [Verse 1: Jay Electronica] The game ain't been the same since B.I.G died And Wu swarmed on New York from out that beehive Don’t talk to me 'bout MC’s got skill Don’t talk to me 'bout who's the king of the hill Don’t talk to me 'bout who's the best alive Or who's in your top 5, cause he’s not ill Real recognize real, stick to your deal Try to make a cool mill off the single With that ringtone appeal in 3 years, you’ll be nil Nil by mouth, my appeal down South Is like the Nation of Islam when Ali knocked Liston out Universal change from what appeared is just about All aboard, It’s the last train, soul train A bottle of ciroc could turn a private jet to soulplane Put your seats back, your tray down and feet up Cause we about to heat up [Diddy Ad libs] Fasten your seatbelts. Let’s go Yeh, Like that Feel good to you. Like that So good to you Party people in the place to be As it is plain to see We are The crush grooving The body moving The record breaking and the record taking Yeah. And it goes a lil something like this [Verse 2: Jay Electronica] From Baton Rouge to Jerusalem, wack crews we bruising 'em Crooked mouth, flat footed cops man we losing 'em Let me see some ID, nigga fuck a ID You be getting head from crackheads in the lobby Mr. Officer, please observe my skin tone Please observe the prophecies of hurricane and brimstone The flow’s so Tolstoy, Fyodor Dostoy Half oyster, half shrimp, fully dressed po' boy Lyrically I'm unfuckwitable, unforgettable, one tough miracle Competition's none, I leave 'em dumbstruck, critical That's some luck, pitiful, better luck next time We young, black, and restless, hung, black and reckless My name's on every guest list, bang on every setlist Went to London town, tore it down and threw my necklace Even Twitter said that Jay Elec be on that next shit I should be arrested [Diddy Ad libs]