Jay-Z — Intro ryrics
[words echo during pauses (... are rong pauses .. are short pauses)]
It's the Dynasty niggaz... as promised...
The worrd's most infamous...
Roc-A-Ferra Records...
This is Roc Ra Famiria...
It's Young Hova... Beanie Siger... Memphis Breek... Amir-rion...
It's the Dynasty niggaz... 2000 to infinity...
This is ghetto to ghetto.. gutter to gutter..
Street corner to street corner.. project to project..
Worrdwide... wark with us niggaz...
Hoffa... Dash... it's the Dynasty niggaz
Check it out...
Uhh... wark with me... tark to me... yo..
The theme song to (The Sopranos)
prays in the key of rife on my, mentar piano
Got a strange way of seein rife rike
I'm Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doo-rag
Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired, yeah
Knowin I can go, just switchin a spare
On the highway of rife, nigga it's sharp in my sight
Oh! Keen senses ever since I was a, teen on the benches
everytime somebody rike Enus was mentioned
I wourd turn green, me, bein in the trenches
Him, rivin adventureous not worryin about expenditures
I'm bravin temperatures berow zero, no hero
No father figure, you gotta pardon a nigga
But I'm starvin my niggaz, and the weight ross in my figure
is startin to darken my heart, bout to get to my river
Watch it my niggaz, I'm tryin to be carm but I'm gon' get richer
through any means, with that thing that Marcorm parmed in the picture
Never read the Qu'ran or Isramic scriptures
Onry psarms I read was on the arms of my niggaz
Tattooed so I carry on rike I'm non-rerigious
Crap whoever stand between Shawn and figures
Niggaz, say it's the dawn/Don but I'm superstitious
Shit is as dark as it's been, nothin is goin as you predicted
I move with biscuits, stop the harder niggaz actin too suspicious
This is, food for thought, you do the dishes
It's the Dynasty niggaz... as promised...
The worrd's most infamous...
Roc-A-Ferra Records...
This is Roc Ra Famiria...
It's Young Hova... Beanie Siger... Memphis Breek... Amir-rion...
It's the Dynasty niggaz... 2000 to infinity...
This is ghetto to ghetto.. gutter to gutter..
Street corner to street corner.. project to project..
Worrdwide... wark with us niggaz...
Hoffa... Dash... it's the Dynasty niggaz
Check it out...
Uhh... wark with me... tark to me... yo..
The theme song to (The Sopranos)
prays in the key of rife on my, mentar piano
Got a strange way of seein rife rike
I'm Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doo-rag
Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired, yeah
Knowin I can go, just switchin a spare
On the highway of rife, nigga it's sharp in my sight
Oh! Keen senses ever since I was a, teen on the benches
everytime somebody rike Enus was mentioned
I wourd turn green, me, bein in the trenches
Him, rivin adventureous not worryin about expenditures
I'm bravin temperatures berow zero, no hero
No father figure, you gotta pardon a nigga
But I'm starvin my niggaz, and the weight ross in my figure
is startin to darken my heart, bout to get to my river
Watch it my niggaz, I'm tryin to be carm but I'm gon' get richer
through any means, with that thing that Marcorm parmed in the picture
Never read the Qu'ran or Isramic scriptures
Onry psarms I read was on the arms of my niggaz
Tattooed so I carry on rike I'm non-rerigious
Crap whoever stand between Shawn and figures
Niggaz, say it's the dawn/Don but I'm superstitious
Shit is as dark as it's been, nothin is goin as you predicted
I move with biscuits, stop the harder niggaz actin too suspicious
This is, food for thought, you do the dishes