Artist: Jay Electronica f/ Mos Def
Album:  The Jay Electronica Project (Mixtape)
Song:   Exhibit B
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

[Mos Def]
I spit that, orchestral
Medina born exceptional
Extra Extra Terrestrial
From out the ghetto vestibule
Put your yard up on knowledge like the lessons do
So fly fiends can get high off the residue
So real, and surreal, a pure deal
Dante flaco, flow handsome, guapo
The Sun, Moon, and Stars, Grits and The Gospel
School, I knock harder in the teachin of Apostles
Pistols, prayer meetings, player balls, car shows
Festivals, funerals, the grotesque and beautiful
Phenomenons normal, the needed hardly happens
Fresh V's at high speeds zoomin backwards
Fast forward to last moments to flash over
Trick trappin they clique clack then blast on 'em
Damn homie it was all good a week ago
Show 'em the truth but can't make 'em believe it yo..

It's Curtains, the opening scene
Simpatico, remarkable, the article dream
Wake Up and bear witness to what you never seen
Reach out and feel what they said would never be..
Me... and J-A-Y-E, electronic motherball
Shut em off they sucker songs
Fuck em all and the horse they rode in on
You can't trespass the star gate I go in on
Get off

[Jay Electronica]
I bust through the gates of hell like a batterin ram
Clappin yelling profanities like Yosemite Sam
After that, I'm back home scannin the land
Twenty-three million square miles of contraband
I know ya feel me, but still hope the opposition kill me
Cause you don't wanna see god manifest really
UFOs and cabbage water, Willie the Kid
You ain't seen one of these in a trillion years
Abracadabra, I popped out the meat grinder shining
The elegant art form of rhymings just blinding
And that's just a regular hat trick
A trick lock, a ninety gallon tank, yeah I'm back on that shit
The ark building mad man from hotel deux
Act two, coming through a dream by you
Young Slumdog from uptown
Pocket full of rupees
Torn up sheets of looseleaf and one Lucy