Verse 2: Jay Electronica & Westside Gunn
If Allah shine, Kutter gon' shine, it's mathematical (Ah)
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 (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Spittin' actual facts soon as the originator was black
From Buffalo to Tupelo we tryna break from the trap (Ah)
You should read theology of time as your days blow by
It'll be like Yoda with Luke in the Dagobah
The truth is comin' 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 writin' for ghosts? B****, I might be (Ah)
It's just me, the Machine, Westside, Hermes for Hitler (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)
Jay-dolf Spitler, burnin' niggas live with the scripture
Like Gang Starr and Freddie Foxxx told you, it's the militia
I spit it for that Mac, 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 (Ah)

Star Wars bars, calling himself Hitler, Gucci Mane reference

now THIS is real rap

This reminds me, we getting a new Jay album