My World
Jay Electronica Lyrics


Whose world is this? (Uh, the world is yours, the world is yours)

Sample: "Oh, you can't get out backwards... gotta go forwards to go back..."
Sample: "Hey the room is getting smaller!" "No it's not, he's getting bigger!"

They threw rose pedals at the feet of the Christ when I entered the center
Mofucker' I'm cold as the Winter
My waves were spinnin' like blades on Pirellis
The Christian Dior shades was drivin' them silly
It's Big Willy
I came through with them cats from Philly
Lakers verse Heat floor seats you know the dealy
Either you gon' love the kid or wanna kill me
I'm back at 'em
On fire like cracked atoms
They over the Hill like Wyclef and Praswell
I'm over the hills like U-F-Os at Roswell
You lame I know you guys well
If you can name an emcee that's flamer than me you high as hell
You can't dance with the chancellor
One glance'll have you caught up in a trance with a tarantula
And if they could then they probably would
They come close but it's no cigar welcome to my world

Whose world is this?
(The world is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine it's mine it's mine
Whose world is this?
(The world is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine it's mine it's mine
Whose world is this?...

Your arms too short to box the decender of the Prophets
Aviator shades the stage is a cockpit
Leather Pelle
Lounging at the Sofitel-ay
Sippin' Sam Pelegrino eatin' Ghihardellis
I recline and chill, twinklin' the rag to shine my grill
That's that Third Ward appeal (bitch)
Get at me
Me and my chick is like J-F-K and Jackie
They can't wait to catch me in Dallas top down 'n the Grassy Knoll and clap me
Kidnap my body
And fuck up the autopsy
But I'm nice like Christ you blink twice you hit
I'm chillin' in College Park eatin' salmon and grits
It's the black Caesar
Jesus
He's just, a lyrical monster
Boogie Man outta' the dumpster
Black pharaoh
Jay Bowie spittin' phat arrows
Keep your eye on the sparrow in the fly apparel
You ain't ready for war hide your barrel
Stay in your lane man chance for survival is narrow
Welcome to my world...

Whose world is this?
(The world is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine it's mine it's mine
Whose world is this?
(The world is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine it's mine it's mine
Whose world is this?...

Deep in the jungle bustin'
Nickle sacks of cracks from g-packs for stacks niggas on the humble hustlin'
See that game
That's the one they call survival man they poppin' at five-oh
They lowlife pigs who get it how they live
They daddies in them court houses givin' out bids
Choppin' niggas on blocks and leavin' wickedness,
Man they broidered the land then they smallpoxed the witnesses
Rapin' babies using ladies as they mistresses (whoooo)
Causing chaos and disorder
That's why the glock on hold
The block on swolle
I built this city on rock and roll
Now I'm banging on Rumsfeld and bells ringing
Him and Dick'll be in hell singing
Woe to the hypocrites and infidels screamin' niggas can't handle
The wrath of the son of man black *Pan Immanuel*
Yeah the flow's that scandal.ous I crush any emcee who feel the must
Try me, the smallest flea on the dog won't get by me, if I was you I'd be
Scared to death, hit a nigga up, leave him right there in his mess
This penicillin I'm spillin' leave hair on your chest you feel me
You can't beat me kill me
I'll be back in three days the sky as my garden with my kicks filthy
Told you I was nice like Christ the rap angels throw down ice
I shine like jewelry in light (bling)
I can make a true believer out of curious dyke
She'll be wearin' hijabs singing *"Hum Through de Lair"*
I'll be slinging dice hummin' songs on the ave'
They'll be sayin' "Man
He goin' off the path", (uh)
But that's on the low though
Beatin' cats with no glow
Tryin' to play me like a hoe
But this ain't books and poems or Tic-tac-toe
This planets, moons, quasars and high tech radars
You niggas on the grid while jay man stay gone off the radar... AWOL

Whose world is this?
(The world is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine it's mine it's mine
Whose world is this?
(The world is yours, the world is yours)

To my man Che Guevara
God bless ya' life
God bless ya' life
To my nigga Tumbling Dice
God bless ya' life
God bless ya' life
To my man Dappa Dan
God bless ya' life
God bless ya' life
To my peoples in New Orleans
God bless ya' life
God bless ya' life
And we out... yeah

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Comments from YouTube:

Dante Dillard

Jay has a southern Root's but new York swag with a black mind.of wisdom.

C . smith

@Dante Dillard https://youtu.be/wJNeJsOI7PE
NEW art

C . smith

@EFP https://youtu.be/wJNeJsOI7PE
New

The Red Keep Winterfell

philly

Sean Campbell

Yea, he reminds me of this dope ass rapper named Mac. Who was basically like a southern version of Nas. Dude had lyrics for days tho. Too bad he still locked up

Alexandria Pagan

That's me born in Carolina raised in Jersey back in the south living wow

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Greg C

The best artists ever to.never release an album

1trx2

He finally released a album and it's dope

Marcov Sasa

CASwhow nah bruh you cappin. Jay never been the kind for hype. He been the quiet genius.

CASwhow

@ii_Exxile - It did not overwhelm, certified mid.

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