Jay Electronica — 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