Jay Electronica - We Made It Ft Jay-Z (Freestyle) - Lyrics Lyrics - [Intro: Eastbound & Down (Kenny Powers)] The only thing I'm seeing I'd like to put an amend on, perhaps a little more room here for the fixins. You know what I'm talkin' about? Oh, we gon' have a lot of fixins. We gonna have so many fucking fixins up in this motherfucker, this shit gon' go through the roof. Got damn I'm shittin' gold these days [Soulja Boy] We made it We made it [Verse 1: Jay Electronica] The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they labeled me But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from slavery Apologies go out to all of my fans cause they waited so patiently This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels that prayed for me A milli, a milli, niggas love me cause I'm ill The greatest story ever told, niggas in the field From Solomon to Sambo to Django, it's fact I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it from the wheel The son of WD, who hung around in the D Who ran around in the three The trap gods raised me Face all on the Sphinx Story all in the wall of the pyramids Niggas know the Black God saved me You can blow the nose off, that won't change it Obamacare won't heal all that anguish We came a long way from the bottom of the boat All praise to the Mahdi, we found our language Gold necklace, middle finger erected God tribe of Shabazz stylin' on the record Lost sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage Asha du illah illaha is the message All these niggas, I got to fight one All these devils, I got to strike some All these rebels just waitin' on the war cry Mama said "Son, you got to strike drum" Roc Nation, celebration Motivation, elevation Nigga we made it from slaves on a slaveship Live from the cotton fields, straight to the spaceship [Interlude: Kenny Powers] Kinda makes me wonder why the hell so many people are tryna tell me to slow down. Seems like motherfuckers should be shuttin' the hell up and enjoyin' the show [Verse 2: Jay Z] Hop off the slave ship Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold plated Walked in that bitch like "Nigga we made it!" I own my own masters, you know I ain't missin' no royalty statements I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on them haters Sorry Mrs Drizzy for so much art talk Silly me rappin' 'bout shit that I really bought Why these rappers rap about guns they ain't shot? And a bunch of other silly shit that they ain't got I'm on my Lupita Nyong'o Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave This Ace of Spades look like an Oscar Black tux, look like a mobster Don't make me RRRRAA yah, nigga watch your tone I come to court with black boxers on Y'all hella jealous of my melatonin I could black out at any given moment I'm God, G is the seventh letter made So when my arms & feet shackled I still get paid All praises due I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into caves These are the last days, but do I seem fazed? Showed up to the last supper in some brand new J's I'm the true and livin', book of Hov New religion, 8th wonder of the world, alien, superstition You're blind, baby Blind to the fact of who you are maybe My bloodline's crazy Kings and queens and Michael Jordan rings I go stupido, sucio The flow is filthy, y'all can't kill me I've been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes The corny handshakes, cock sucker we made it Copyright information - This song does not belong to me in any type of way, all rights to this music recording are not mine an no copyright infringement intended.

• published: 23 Mar 2014
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