Trolley Stop - Jay Electronica

In a little while from now

If I’m not feeling any less down

I promise myself to pack my bags and visit a nearby town

And climb into the top

Or grab the microphone and rock

And all the party people in the place to be will say

Damn that boy can rock!

Now everybody in the place

Clap your hands

And everybody in the space

Clap your hands

To all the people in the party

Clap your hands

Come on rock your body

Clap your hands

Now everybody feel good

Clap your hands

And let me be understood

Clap your hands

We came to get down

Clap your hands

And to the funky fresh sound

Clap your hands

Uh puerto rico!

Jump on it

And everybody on the east coast!

Jump on it

And to my people on the west side!

Jump on it

And if you in that midwest ha!

Jump on it

Now what you hear is not a test, I’m just a rapping to the beat

I got a crease in my dickies and a fresh white tee with diadoras on my feet

I hope you understand that my one and only plan

Is to make you feel good, make you clap your hands

And once the feeling hits your body then you act and dance and come on!

I spit that uptown body rock raddy ha

And will a nigga ever shut me down probably not

Cause ever since I was a young lad I crushed mcs

Kicking ass taking names at the trolley stop

And everybody know

I got a lot a flow

I’m from that Mag to that Melph to that Calliope

I’m well known in the spots where you barely go

And on the designated spot rocking every show

Now take it to the dirty south now

And jump on it

And I’ll pay for it

If I want it