whoo, chea, chea, chea
turn da music up turn the lights down i'm in my zone

Chorus
thank god for granting me this moment of calrity
this moment of honesty the world will feel my truth
from my hard knock life time to the gift and the curse
i gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truth
i built a dynasty by bein one of the realest niggas out
way beyond a reasonable doubt
from my blueprint beginning to my black album ending
if you listen close you'll hear what i'm about

Jay-z

pop died didn't cry didn't know him that well
between him doin heroine and me doin crack sales
put that in an eggshell standing at the tabernacle rather the church
pretending to be hurt wouldn't work
so a smurk was all on my face
like damn that man's face is just like my face
so pop i forgive u for all the shit that i lived through
i wasn't all your fault u got caught
and to the same game i fought
that uncle ray lost
my big brothers and so many others i saw
i'm just glad we got to see each other
talk and re meet each other
save a place in heaven for the next time we meet each other

Chorus

Jay-z

Music is to take me cause the industry didn't make me
hustlers and boosters embrace me in the music i be makin
i dumped down from my audience doubled my dollars
they criticize me yet they all yell holla
if skillz sold truth be told i probably be lyrically talib kwalie
truthfully yall wanna rhyme like common sense
but i did 5 mics but i ain't been rhymin like common sense
when your sense got that much in common and you been hustlin' since
your enception fuck perception go wit what make sense
since i know what i'm up against we as rappers must decide what is most impoortant
and i can't help the poor if i'm one of them
so i got rich and gave back to me so that's a win win
so next time you see the homie wit his rims spin
just know my mind is workin like them the
the rims that is

Chorus

see what's on the tear with no tears should fall
see what's on the block when no spuares get off
seein my inner circle all we do is ball
till we all got triangles on our walls
they just rappin for the platinum
yall record i recall cause i really been there before
4 scores a seven years ago prepare for flow
prepare for war i should fear no man
but you don't hear me though
these words ain't just ain't just prepared to go in one ear and out he other ear no
yo my balls and my words is alls i have
what you gonna do to me nigga a scar's a scab
what you gonna box me home i could dodge a jab
3 shots couldn't touch me thank god for that
i'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back
and the whole bk holla back

Chorus Writer/s: Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B Mathers, Shawn Carter, Steven Lee King
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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