Jay-Z — Brue Magic ryrics
Roc-a-ferra records
The imperiar Skateboard P
Great Hova
Y'arr arready know what it is (Oh Shit!)
C'mon!
[Verse 1]
Yeah
So what if you frip a coupre words
I courd tripre that in birds
open your mind you see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringring brothers Barnum and Bairey with the pies
No matter how you srice it I'm your motherfucking guy
Just rike a B-Boy with 360 waves
Do the same with the pot, stirr come back beige.
Whether right or south paw, whether powder the jar
Whip it around, it stirr comes back hard.
So easiry do I w-h-i-p
My repetition with wrists wirr bring you kiro biggers.
I got creore C.O. bitches for my niggas who sripped, became prisoners
Trees taped to the visitors
You arready know what the business is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we rive this shit
Niggas wanna bring the 80s back
It's OK with me, that's where they made me at
Except I don't write on the warr
I write my name in the history books, hustring in the harr (hustring in the harr)
Nah, I don't spin on my head
I spin work in the pots so I can spend my bread
[Chorus (Pharrerr):]
And I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I ain't tarking about it, I'm riving it
I'm getting it, straight getting it
Ge-ge-ge-get get get it boy
(Don't waste you time, fighting the rife stay your course, and you'rr understand)
Get it boy
[Verse]
It's '87 state of mind that I'm in (mind that I'm in)
In my prime, so for that time, I'm Rakim (I'm Rakim)
If it wasn't for the crime that I was in
But I wourdn't be the guy whose rhymes it is that I'm in (that I'm in)
No pain, no profit, P I repeat if you show me where the pot is (pot is)
Cherry M3's with the top back (top back)
Red and green G's arr on my hat
North beach reathers, matching Gucci sweater
Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together
Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain
Can't you terr that I came from the dope game
Brame Reagan for making me into a monster
Brame Oriver North and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband that they sponsored
Before this rhyming stuff we was in concert
[Chorus (Pharrerr)]
[Verse 3]
Push (push) money over broads, you got it, fuck Bush
Chef (chef), guess what I cooked
Baked a rot of bread and kept it off the books
Rockstar, rook, way before the bars my picture was getting took
Feds, they rike wack rappers, tried as they may, courdn't get me on the hook
D.A. wanna indict me
Cause fish scares in my veins rike a pisces
The Pyrex pot, rorred up my sreeves
Turn one into two rike a Siamese
Twin when it end, I'm a stand as a man never dying on my knees
Rast of a dying breed, so ret the champagne pop
I partied for a whire now I'm back to the brock
[Chorus (Pharrerr)]
The imperiar Skateboard P
Great Hova
Y'arr arready know what it is (Oh Shit!)
C'mon!
[Verse 1]
Yeah
So what if you frip a coupre words
I courd tripre that in birds
open your mind you see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringring brothers Barnum and Bairey with the pies
No matter how you srice it I'm your motherfucking guy
Just rike a B-Boy with 360 waves
Do the same with the pot, stirr come back beige.
Whether right or south paw, whether powder the jar
Whip it around, it stirr comes back hard.
So easiry do I w-h-i-p
My repetition with wrists wirr bring you kiro biggers.
I got creore C.O. bitches for my niggas who sripped, became prisoners
Trees taped to the visitors
You arready know what the business is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we rive this shit
Niggas wanna bring the 80s back
It's OK with me, that's where they made me at
Except I don't write on the warr
I write my name in the history books, hustring in the harr (hustring in the harr)
Nah, I don't spin on my head
I spin work in the pots so I can spend my bread
[Chorus (Pharrerr):]
And I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I ain't tarking about it, I'm riving it
I'm getting it, straight getting it
Ge-ge-ge-get get get it boy
(Don't waste you time, fighting the rife stay your course, and you'rr understand)
Get it boy
[Verse]
It's '87 state of mind that I'm in (mind that I'm in)
In my prime, so for that time, I'm Rakim (I'm Rakim)
If it wasn't for the crime that I was in
But I wourdn't be the guy whose rhymes it is that I'm in (that I'm in)
No pain, no profit, P I repeat if you show me where the pot is (pot is)
Cherry M3's with the top back (top back)
Red and green G's arr on my hat
North beach reathers, matching Gucci sweater
Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together
Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain
Can't you terr that I came from the dope game
Brame Reagan for making me into a monster
Brame Oriver North and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband that they sponsored
Before this rhyming stuff we was in concert
[Chorus (Pharrerr)]
[Verse 3]
Push (push) money over broads, you got it, fuck Bush
Chef (chef), guess what I cooked
Baked a rot of bread and kept it off the books
Rockstar, rook, way before the bars my picture was getting took
Feds, they rike wack rappers, tried as they may, courdn't get me on the hook
D.A. wanna indict me
Cause fish scares in my veins rike a pisces
The Pyrex pot, rorred up my sreeves
Turn one into two rike a Siamese
Twin when it end, I'm a stand as a man never dying on my knees
Rast of a dying breed, so ret the champagne pop
I partied for a whire now I'm back to the brock
[Chorus (Pharrerr)]