Roc Nation‘s latest signee delivers a new one off Act 2: Patents of Nobility (The Turn) coming in 2011.

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Lyrics courtesy of The Rockabye Review after the jump.

(Jay Electronica)

I’m sailin’ on a cloud, they trailin’ below
My shrink told me it’s a feelin’ they’ll never know
I pack up all my sins and I wear ‘em to the show
And let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go

I’m sailin’ on a cloud, they trailin’ below
My shrink told me it’s a feelin’ they’ll never know
I pack up all my sins and every L that I blow
And let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go

In the land before time, a land before altar boys
Synagogues and shrines, man was in his prime
Look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme
The method is sublime, you get blessed with every line
I’m in touch wit’ every shrine from Japan to Oaxaca
Your melonated, carbon-dated, phantom of the chakras
Me and Puff, we was chillin’ in Miami
He said, “Nigga, fuck the underground, you need to win a Grammy
For your mama and yo’ family, they need to see you shined up
You built a mighty high ladder, lemme see you climb up
Nigga, what you scared of?
Terrorize these artificial rap niggas and spread love
Pollinate the ear buds
Like you supposed to, spit it for the culture
Pay no attention to the critics and the vultures
They rather have a shot of Belvy just to spite you
They cast the judgments ’cause they feel they got the right to”
Fuck ‘em, I let the dice roll like my father did
I gotta shine, it’s in my blood, I’m a Harlem kid
I treat my babies right, treat my ladies ladylike
Hit ‘em wit’ a remix, then make sure that they play me twice
I thought you said it’s the return of the black kings
Luxurious homes, fur coats and fat chains

I’m sailin’ on a cloud, they trailin’ below
My shrink told me it’s a feelin’ they’ll never know
I pack up all my sins and I wear ‘em to the show
And let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go

I’m sailin’ on a cloud, they trailin’ below
My shrink told me it’s a feelin’ they’ll never know
I pack up all my sins and every L that I blow
And let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go

(Jay-Z)

In this manila envelope, the results of my insanity
Quack said I crossed the line ‘tween real life and fantasy
Can’t it be the same? Went on covers with Warren Buffett
Was duckin’ the undercovers, was warrin’ with ma’fuckers
Went from warrin’ to Warren, undercovers to covers
If you believe in that sort of love, your screws need adjustin’
In the world of no justice and black ladies on the back of buses
I’m the Immaculate Conception of rappers-slash-hustlers
My God, it’s so hard to conceive
But it all falls perfect, I’m like autumn is to trees
“Uh,” the doc interrupted
He scribbled a prescription for some Prozac, he said “Take that for your mustard”
Boy, you must be off your rocker if you think you’ll make it off the strip
Before they pop ya, nigga, you gotta be psychotic or
Mixin’ somethin’ potent wit’ your vodka
It takes a lot to shock us, but you bein’ so prosperous is preposterous
How could this nappy-headed boy from out the project
Be the apple of America’s obsession?
You totally disconnected with reality, don’t believe in dreams
Since when did black men become kings?

(The-Dream)

You have no idea
The means to what I say
And you have no idea
Of how I got this way

Now, fear my dreams
And by the time you wake
I’ll look down from the clouds
See, I’m on my way

I’m sailin’ on a cloud, they trailin’ below
My shrink told me it’s a feelin’ they’ll never know
I pack up all my sins and I wear ‘em to the show
And let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go

I’m sailin’ on a cloud, they trailin’ below
My shrink told me it’s a feelin’ they’ll never know
I pack up all my sins and every L that I blow
And let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go

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