[Chorus: Jay Electronica]
I'm sailin' on a cloud, they trailin' below,
My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll ever know."
I pack up all my sins and I wear 'em to the show,
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go.
I'm sailin' on a cloud, they trailin' below,
My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll ever know."
I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go.
[Verse 1: Jay Electronica]
In the land before time,
A land before altar boys, synagogues and shrines, man was in his prime,
Look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme,
The method is sublime, you get blessed with every line.
I'm in touch with every shrine from Japan to Oaxaca,
The melanated carbon-dated phantom of the chakras.
Me and Puff, we was chillin' in Miami,
He said, "Nigga, fuck the underground, you need to win a Grammy
For your mama and your family, they need to see you shined up,
You built a mighty high ladder, let me see you climb up!
Nigga, what you scared of?
Terrorize these artificial rap niggas and spread love, pollinate they ear buds
Like you supposed to, spit it for the culture!
Pay no attention to the critics and the vultures,
They rather have a shot of Belvy just to spite you,
They castin' judgments 'cause they feel they got the right to.
Fuck 'em! I let the dice roll like The Father did,
I gotta shine, it's in my blood, I'm a Harlem kid,
I treat my babies right, treat my ladies ladylike,
Hit them with a remix to make sure that they play me twice.
I thought you said it's the return of the black kings,
Luxurious homes, fur coats and fat chains."
[Chorus: Jay Electronica]
I'm sailin' on a cloud, they trailin' below,
My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll ever know."
I pack up all my sins and I wear 'em to the show,
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go.
I'm sailin' on a cloud, they trailin' below,
My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll ever know."
I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go.
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
In this manila envelope, the results of my insanity,
Quack said I crossed the line 'tween real life and fantasy.
Can it be the same one on covers with Warren Buffett?
Was duckin' the undercovers, was warrin' with mothafuckas,
Went from warrin' to Warren, undercovers to covers,
If you believe in that sort of luck, your screws need adjustin'.
In the world of no justice and black ladies on the back of buses,
I'm the immaculate conception of rappers-slash-hustlers.
My God, it's so hard to conceive!
But it all falls perfect, I'm like autumn is to trees.
Aw, the doc interrupted,
He scribbled a prescription for some Prozac, he said, "Take that for your mustard.
Boy, you must be off your rocker
If you think you'll make it off the strip before they 'Pac ya.
Nigga, you gotta be psychotic or mixing something potent with your vodka,
It takes a lot to shock us but you being so prosperous is preposterous.
How could this nappy headed boy from out the projects
Be the apple of America's obsession?
You totally disconnected with reality, don't believe in dreams,
Since when did black men become kings?"
[Bridge: The-Dream]
You have no idea, yeah!
The meaning to what I say,
And you have no idea
Of how I got this way.
Now hear my dreams,
And by the time you wake
I'll look down from the clouds,
See I'm on my way.
[Chorus: Jay Electronica]
I'm sailin' on a cloud, they trailin' below,
My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll ever know."
I pack up all my sins and I wear 'em to the show,
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go.
I'm sailin' on a cloud, they trailin' below,
My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll ever know."
I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go.
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