The Nation

One two, one two, yeah, uh huh, yeah

I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below

My shrink told me, "It's a feeling 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 sailing on a cloud, they trailing below

My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know"

I pack up all my sins in 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 with every shrine from Japan to Oaxaca

The melanated carbon-dated phantom of the chakras

Me and Puff, we was chilling in Miami

He said, "Nigga, fuck the underground, you need to win a Grammy

For your mama and your family, they need to see you shined up

You built a mighty high ladder, let me see you climb up

Nigga, what you scared of?

Terrorize these artificial rap niggas

And spread love, pollinate they earbuds

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 casting judgments 'cause they feel they got the right to

Fuck 'em, I let the dice roll like The 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 them with a remix to 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 sailing on a cloud, they trailing below

My shrink told me, "It's a feeling 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 sailing on a cloud, they trailing below

My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know"

I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow

And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go

In this manila envelope, the results of my insanity

Quack said I crossed the line 'tween real life and fantasy

Can it be the same one on covers with Warren Buffett?

Was ducking the undercovers, was warring with muh'fuckers

Went from warring to Warren, undercovers to covers

If you believe in that sort of luck, your screws need adjusting

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

Aw, 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 'Pac ya

Nigga, you gotta be psychotic or

Mixing something potent with your vodka

It takes a lot to shock us but you being so prosperous is preposterous

How could this nappy-headed boy from out the projects

Be the apple of America's obsession?

You totally disconnected with reality, don't believe in dreams

Since when did black men become kings?"

You have no idea, yeah

The meaning to what I say

And you have no idea

Of how I got this way

Now hear my dreams

And by the time you wake

I'll look down from the clouds

See I'm on my way

I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below

My shrink told me, "It's a feeling 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 sailing on a cloud, they trailing below

My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know"

I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow

And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go