[Jay-Z]
Gimme that beat fool, it’s a full time jack move
Don’t worry skano ill give it back soon
Just having a little fun, was sup my nigga?
S dot collection
Black album coming soon
Just gonna vent a little bit
Have a little fun with it
Yes
Ain't nobody dumpin' on Hov
You ain’t in sanitation or sanitarium
What are you crazy Jay-Z’ll bury em
I'll get you drug out the club they have to carry em
Go head, bug out, I'll raid, niggas scurry
Worry I'm not the Mike Jordan of the mic recording
It's Hovi baby you Kobe, maybe Tracy McGrady
Matter fact you a Harold Miner, J.R. Rider
Washed up on marijuana
Even worse, you a Pervis Ellis
You worthless fella
You ain't no athlete, you Shawn Bradley
And I ain’t talkin' to nobody in particular
My flow's just vehicular homicide when I’m kickin' up DUST!
Anybody in my path Is a car crash waiting to happen, nigga what?
I got my foot on the throat
On the pulse of this rap game and I ain’t letting up, YUP!
Yeah, who’s the nicest life or lifeless on these mic devices?
And I don't write this I just mic this
I will it to happen
One take Hov I’m real at this rapping
My new name is just the facts
While the rest of y'all just adjust the facts
Put words together, just to match
I say what I feel y’all adjust to that
I do the opposite of y’all so I just attract
The realer audience usually unjustly black
Know my flow and the shit they go through just match
Like the sound of my voice and a choice Just track
I just tackle the subject the flack of the public
Nothing, I know real niggas happen to love it
If you don’t like it then look in the mirror
Most likely you ain’t live it so you don’t get it
You ain’t did it so you can't vision it
The picture I’m painting ain't vivid
The language I’m spitting is so foreign to ya
See what starving'll do to ya
Growin up hard in a little apartment'll do to ya
I’m just talkin’ to ya
Gimme that beat fool, it’s a full time jack move
Don’t worry skano ill give it back soon
Just having a little fun, was sup my nigga?
S dot collection
Black album coming soon
Just gonna vent a little bit
Have a little fun with it
Yes
Ain't nobody dumpin' on Hov
You ain’t in sanitation or sanitarium
What are you crazy Jay-Z’ll bury em
I'll get you drug out the club they have to carry em
Go head, bug out, I'll raid, niggas scurry
Worry I'm not the Mike Jordan of the mic recording
It's Hovi baby you Kobe, maybe Tracy McGrady
Matter fact you a Harold Miner, J.R. Rider
Washed up on marijuana
Even worse, you a Pervis Ellis
You worthless fella
You ain't no athlete, you Shawn Bradley
And I ain’t talkin' to nobody in particular
My flow's just vehicular homicide when I’m kickin' up DUST!
Anybody in my path Is a car crash waiting to happen, nigga what?
I got my foot on the throat
On the pulse of this rap game and I ain’t letting up, YUP!
Yeah, who’s the nicest life or lifeless on these mic devices?
And I don't write this I just mic this
I will it to happen
One take Hov I’m real at this rapping
My new name is just the facts
While the rest of y'all just adjust the facts
Put words together, just to match
I say what I feel y’all adjust to that
I do the opposite of y’all so I just attract
The realer audience usually unjustly black
Know my flow and the shit they go through just match
Like the sound of my voice and a choice Just track
I just tackle the subject the flack of the public
Nothing, I know real niggas happen to love it
If you don’t like it then look in the mirror
Most likely you ain’t live it so you don’t get it
You ain’t did it so you can't vision it
The picture I’m painting ain't vivid
The language I’m spitting is so foreign to ya
See what starving'll do to ya
Growin up hard in a little apartment'll do to ya
I’m just talkin’ to ya
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