Lyrics:
Intro:
Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean?
It's gone be butter, nahmean?
Uh, swerve on em, uh yeah
Crack the Mo, here we go
I'm in
just wait
I took an L at top I was grinding nonstop
Couldn't tell me nothin I was crème of the crop
Surpassed Jay-Z didn't need a queen B
Made seven B's
(Intro)
Do you think it is by accident that everytime
a black leader appears on the horizon
with any kind of cleverness, or charisma he's cut
a fact)
Mater of fact
Chaka on the strap back hat shit is magical(RIP)
Fanatic of the finer
We tryna get higher
When we sit by the fire it just make it
Marcy
Tattooin' "Jay Z" on her breast
She love the way them gold D's
Spin on that six trey
Got a thing for Dre and love NWA
That's gangsta like a Snoop
gangsta. Hands up!
Copy that, Full of felling and giving and thinking and kicking
Like a motherfucker rockstar
My Rhymes is crazy I can switch it to amazing
the spot with some old school shit" - Rah Digga on Talib Kweli's "Down For The Count"
"I'm so old school"- Jay-Z off of "Jigga That Nigga"
"I'm old school
a long sentence
You ask me how I feel about that, maybe you got the wrong witness
I heard Jay Z's cool with Obama
Obama must be cool with me then I guess
parts with his parts out, and
Then he just laid his shit down
And it was great by then went to
'Ye house, played it for him, he
Was like, 'cool' wayne
And I ride swervin down the westside highway
Get high like a G4 on the runway
I can't land it man with gun in hand
A hundred grand in escrow tryna
And flex your creative muscles
Sounding like Jay Z doesn't even phase me
If you sound like Nas just stop it
Coz he already amazed me
Now you pleasing
playa
Beware, of the lyric content
Cause shit is my scent
And it's highly evident
These cats got me bent, they must be crazy
I rock like Jay-Z
And these
Lighting in my hands asked me not to strike them down
Way too hot earth core inside my crown
Lava when I'm spitting cause the flow be smoothing rocks
since a baby
I'm still trying to kick it like Jay Z
I'm still my daughter's favourite rapper
I'm still graffing, still yelling free haxah
It's been
three we gone!
You ain't crazy, don't you play me, don't you know its Jay-Z
When internet ask you who's the best, why wont you say me?
Don't you
even know
I ain't hand over enough a whole thing since '94 (damn!)
We ain't trippin' we'll swap it out (swap it out)
If its still in the rap we'll
off like Jay Z
Shoot shit like Kobe
Niggas sneak dissin', don't know me
Then come around and try to bro me
Won't never tell you what I think
Always
Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name
Smoke on it, shit, choke on it
Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga
Hot mother fucker down to the skit
figures
Police drive by, I was click clacking triggers
Jay De Lucas put me with the fam to grow
I was a boss amongst white boys rocking the flow
I had
[Intro: Knoc-Turn' al]
Ahhh!
It's a good day in LA, yes it is (yes it is)
Motherfuckers can just wake up and relax
And smoke a fat blunt or some shit
While Jay-Z was rapping fast promoting his bricks
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
It's your boy Lil B
A'yo Just Blaze come holla at me bro
It's your boy Lil B Red Flame Mixtape
This the intro
If you didn't get Blue Flame go
Get
Nas and Jay-Z
Eminem, Mase, Biggie Smalls and me
Now if you was my girlfriend
You don't need no guyfriend
He could get his head bust
Nigga ain't my
deals so I'm a pa
Twenty G's on the chain and I'm still worth a couple blocks
It started in that temp, flippin' mids by them O-Z's
On the hill wit
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