Westside Gunn, Jay Electronica - Free Kutter (feat. Jay Electronica)

Brr Brr Ayo Ayo, controller of the exits The ark keeps stormin' got a Mac on both sides My shot keep pouring Hold your head up all time 'cause time keep going The flyest nigga of all time, and y'all know it If God shy, we all shy, life's euphoric Bust a brick out the bag of raw, I can stove it Saint Joseph with red tops in front of Rose's Had a four and the jit, turnt the nine and called it culture Pot pioneers had to suplex the soda They raided the duplex, they missed us by a quota Let the Mac off out the Trackhawk, doing doughnuts Cold shoulder, let the niggas all know You better know us, yeah You better know us, yeah You better know us, four pound on your forehead Your mind off your shoulders We the greatest, beef like eating greens Kill 'em on the wake up They popped the cells, Lord, love your neighbor Put you out your misery The only box I'ma be in is six deep Been in school too long, I wanna deal a key (I wanna deal a key) I wanna feed all the fam, I want my mans to eat (I want my mans to eat) I got some niggas that I miss but we ain't never speak My nigga praying for parole (Uh huh), let my nigga free (Uh huh) Let my nigga free If Allah shine, Kutter gon' shine, it's mathematical Peace God, keep your head up on your sabbatical Jay Elect, Griselda, done finally entered the chat With that "skrrt, do-do-do-do" all over the tracks Spitting actual facts soon as the originator was Black From Buffalo to Tupelo we tryna break from the trap You should read theology of time as your days blow by It'll be like Yoda with Luke in the Dagobah The truth is coming like Butcher, nigga, that's word to Jigga I pray you skate through your bid like eights, see how I figure? The flow is icy icy, nary a one as nicey It's the goat herder, you writing for ghosts? Bitch, I might be It's just me, the machine, Westside, Hermes for Hitler, Jay-dolf Spitler Burning niggas live with the scripture Like Gang Starr and Freddie Fox told you, it's the militia I spit it for that Mac, that mouth, that Calliope and that fisher You should hang this thousand word verse in your cell like a picture Remember Kutter, you a god, no demi, no Ashton Kutcher My god, my god, without Bruce Almighty or Bruce Willis, we die hard Allah sent you here to be king like Flygod