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Yeah we back, uhuh

Jay Electronica baby

Rap son of man

[Verse 1: Jay Electronica]

I worked too hard to get it

Whether its 16 bars

Or ayah and surahs and spit it

Delivering more goals like Riddick

Spit the acidic acidic through your fitted

This unorthodoxy, got me

Knocking wack rappers outta the box like Rocky

This flow's approximately half mile by half mile

Hovering over your wack sytles

Phenomenal astronomical

I discovered this style a long time ago

These corny emcees God, we running em

They picking and rolling we hard warning em

Through the shirt behind the back bop the last beat

Damn, my man’s awfully nasty

Put pressure on they backs like Bush

And when is time to stack chips, we push

Let's get it crackin