Putting Numbers Up (Unreleased)

[Jay Electronica Verse 1]

I'm flying high in a rocket ship

Diesel kicks [?] slicks, I'm riding fly in a stocking kit

The moon was full- the wolves out howling

The hyenas is out prowling by the thousands

The house is mine but right now I'm browsing

So these raps is just traps to catch a mouse in

The track is peanut butter

The metal latch will snap when the rapper surface out of the gutter

Necks; I'm comin' at em

This is a battle between the Son of Man and Son of Adam so now my Atom I spit

Splitting half, the blast- release gas and fire to turn my feet and ass to burnished brass

My eyes get blood shot red, my waves start spinning

This is how I begin beginning, and how I end the endings

It takes place inside the womb of women

So every time God step inside the room they grinning

[Jay Electronica Verse 2]

Whoever want it can come and get some

Niggas is sick when they learn the spit was from below the Mason Dixon

That niggas sick son

I blast passed you in the lac, with [?] in the back

Waving two fingers out the window like Nixon

I'm so sexy, you can Malcolm X me or Joe Tex me

Listen, I'm raising hell as I tarry the Earth

Mama, don't cry, just let the trumpets blow

And throw a bag of rice on my coffin when I marry the Earth

I'll be back in 76 in 76, rockin' the rugby hat and heavenly kicks

This is my manifesto

Most of these rap guys is trash like Vitali Klitschko

I reign supreme from the get go

Burn up the stage clutching my dick so they know who the man rapping

I scuffled my way to the top from Manhattan to San Fran scrappin

Lights, Camera, Action