Jay Electronica “The Curse of Mayweather”

Light a candle, mama, light a candle
Allah sent me to smack fire out a sample
I got nothin’ to lose, might as well take a gamble
I’m on the plantation, guns blazin’ like Django
I know, you heard it all a million times, huh?
The feelin’ gone, now all you hear is rhymes, huh?
George Zimmerman still walkin’ around huh?
And Trayvon still layin’ in the ground huh?
I showed up to the game with no practice like Iverson
Now they want to keep me in exile like Gadaffi son
‘Cuz they told me that the Rothschilds rule the world
So I went over to England like a Black God and got me one
Straight facts, I don’t send no lies
Ask Ty Ty, real black skin don’t fry
They scared of Jay Elec yeah and they know why
Cause I might turn the Roc into the NOI