Lyrics:
The first time the phone rings to my ear, I'm elusive, man
California saw me really fuckin' faded, man
Eye to eye in a passion dance
Secret boy
Uh, say what?
Uh, say what?
Uh, say what?
1-2, 1-2
I be that man they call Timbaland
On these funky beats do you hear him?
Uh-huh, Uh-huh
times flies by
Shu shu shu
Still here killing that's some twilight light light
Shu
You da man now nigga
You da man now nigga
You da man now nigga
You da
song
(That's foolish man, what's he got now
7 million albums? Ha!)
They said I wasn't from the streets
When I was working behind the scenes
Shit
that's how it stay,
Her songs still better than anything out there the the hotter power play
Remember, how they accused her saying she did an album
[Remedy]
Mic check, I walk around the Shao'
Wit the jet black nine by my waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best white
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up fuck nigga you know you a hater….
Don’t be tryin’ to act like you’re my kin folk
By the look up in yo
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up fuck nigga you know you a hater….
Don’t be tryin’ to act like you’re my kin folk
By the look up in yo
the exception, huh?
Didn't I give ya everything? Didn't I
Didn't I give ya everything? Didn't I
I tried my best just to be a man? Didn't I
I really didn't wanna
a real man
A black man interested in art
Speaking from the heart and playin’ my part
And all this illuminati talk
Like my first hit single wasn't ‘Jesus
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus 2X: Run]
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop
Now wanna make ya go live,
it up
I'm back to numb
The past is strung
In every single fuckin rap I've sung
I've had enough
Got my heart broken by a bitch
I wrote an album about it
Hold on lemme start with the extras
They know who it is when they hear the verse and see I'm applying the pressure
Man these suckas know they ain't
to the Graduation albums Kanye made by himself
Man I'm the next one
Ain't no competition with me I'm the best son
You could think that you're superior that's your
don't forget the women too
Droppin' all this knowledge like I'm coughing out my wisdom tooth
Bounda make a profit from my albums, man I swear
Have my mama
And I began writing probably the most joy filled song on this album
Which was sunset by the beach
And I just started feeling so good
I was radiating
non-talent motherfuckers are stealing my spotlight in a dumb way
This is no game, this ain't JB, this a straight shoot
I knew by the end of this album, I
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Half a year later
Still ain't heard an album greater (yo)
The natives want me out of the office
Back on the pavement
a record of some type"
I said, "man, the hype behind run-d.m.c. and cool j
What the fuck makes you think they're gonna give us a play?"
We did a few shows
of shit was never given to me
That shits a fallacy told by the enemy
Trying to get ahead of me
They dead to me, everybody dead to me
Everybody know that
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
the man
This is for the children of Iraq, lost in the sand
This is for the illest emcees that'll never be known
And this is for all the soliders that'll
on stuart 3
We got lift off
Imma hand it off to the Harry man Shaw
Been a minute since I rapped
But, I'm no longer trapped
All our foes are now clapped
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