[Jay-Z]
Yeah, I know you just ripped the packaging off your CD
If you like me you readin the credits right now
If you in your car, I don`t care if it`s winter
I want you to put all your windows down
Zone out, buckle up, let`s go
Hello it`s Hova; that`s right young`un the wait is over
The new millineum is upon us, the album is here
Before we get into the shit, let`s get a few things clear
Rappers with no relation:
there`s Seven Degrees of Seperation and I`m Kevin Bacon
This is the murderer`s version
Jigga the shit, even when he rhyme in third person
Hova the God, I should be rappin with turban
Haters can`t disturb him, waiters can`t serve him
Mike Jordan of rap - outside J workin
Now watch how quickly I drop 50
I don`t like playin, niggaz can`t stick me
Niggaz can not jam me, niggaz can`t get me
Slimmy at the Rucka wanna leave and spend with me
I consistantly take em out the park like Ken Griffey
Do you believe? It`s Hova the God
[Pain In Da Ass]
Makes you think about the people in your life
Then I think about BIG; what`d he say if he was here
He`d say, Jay, what`s it about? What`s life about?
If you don`t go through as a man`s a man
He`d say, Suck it up, take the fall, do the time
that`s what makes you who you are, makes you what you are
How many years you been around this thing of ours?
Commision, 125 years
What`s it about?
It`s about rules, parameters
You take the beatin for the friend you don`t lay down
you don`t betray who you are, what you are
You gotta remember guys like Taj, Chill, Ran, Emory
They don`t roar, they don`t rap
You know why? That`s the rules, you don`t break them
You was born to be somethin I wasn`t even supposed to be.. humble
Okaay so you humble me now, what you got?
You got a war, you got global war
You got a worldwide crime syndicate now
There`s no rules, there`s no parameters, there`s no feelings
There`s no feelings for this game
So.. five ten years from now
You`re gonna wish there was American Commision
Five ten years from now...
They`re gonna miss Jay-Z
Oahhhkayyyyy, I`m reloaded!!!!!
