Jay-Z
Better known as Jay-Z, is an American rapper and is the current president and CEO of Roc-A-Fella Records and the former president and CEO of Def Jam.
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For nine six, the only mc wit a flu / Yeah I rhyme sick I be what you tryin to do / Made a fortune off Peru, expedite, china white heron / Nigga please like short sleeves I bear arms.
Goodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush / Your blood boils, you in a spot, knowin' cops could rush / you in the drop, you so easy to touch / No two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much / And trust, is a word you seldom hear from us / Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up / And a drought could define a man when the well dries up / You learn the worth of water / Without work you thirst 'til you die, yup!
Hand gettin the mic. Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia. I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure. Lock my body, can't trap my mind; easily, explains why we adapt to crime. I'd rather die enormous than live dormant, that's how we on it.
Thank God for Cool Herc/ Without this shit I probably would’ve got murked/ Shout outs to Grandmaster Flash and the cash/ And even Jazz bum ass..
Hov' is back, life stories told through rap / Niggas actin' like I sold you crack / Like I told you sell drugs - No! / Hov' did that so hopefully you won't have to go through that
Six oohie, jewels drippin, big toolie / I ball for real, y'all niggas is Sam Bowie / And with the third pick - I made the earth sick / M.J., him Jay, fade away perfect"
Death don't discriminate, it eliminate all. [it is from the sittin sideways remix with him and lupe]
Jay Hov about to change my name to Jay Peso/but in a meantime called me William H though/ on a platium yamaha got the engine gunnin / throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach.
I'm not a biter, I'm a writer for myself and others / I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only biggin' up my brother / Biggin' up my borough, I'm big enough to do it / I'm that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish / So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out / It's hard to yell when the bar-rell's in your mouth
No one in the corner got a bop like this/ 'don't wear skinny jeans coz my knots so thick/ No one in the coner got pockets like this/ so I rock ROC jeans coz my pockets so thick...
This ain't no tall order, this nothing to me / Difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week.
With the same sword they knight you, they gon' good night you with/Shit, that's only half if they like you/That ain't even the half what they might do/Don't believe me, ask Michael/See Martin, see Malcolm/See Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome/See Jesus, see Judas/See Caesar, see Brutus, see success is like suicide/Suicide, this is whos inside/If you succeed, prepare/to be crucified/Media meddles, niggaz sue you, you settle/Every step you take, they/remind you you're ghetto/So it's tough being Bobby Brown/To be Bobby then, you have to be/Bobby now/And the question is, "Is to have had and lost/Better than not having at all?"
I never lost sense of who I was — not for a day, not before I had a record deal, and certainly not after. I believe that's why I'm sitting right here with you today. It didn't change it one bit.
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