Lyrics:
Who brings the flavor?
That's me, that's me
Who brings the flavor? That's me i got it
Oh no, it's a scandal
I drop upon the mic like an anvil
that
Pop the running back
Make a stand
Make 'em give it back
Put this game ice
I'm just kickin' it
Are you rappin' or you livin' it
Ima just mortal man
Brooklyn! [Repeat: x4]
Brooklyn!
We go hard! [Repeat: x2]
[Chorus: Santogold]
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard! [Repeat: x8]
[Jay-Z]
This
Yes, yes, yep
Welcome to the Jay-Z extravaganza
I'd like to introduce my band right now
Just Blaze and the Blazettes, hehe
Right now I want you
(AAOOOWWWW!) it's so rock and roll
Jay skateboarder
I be the king of the Roc
There is none higher
Fuck 'Jay-Z' - y'all should call me sire
I won't
Yeah, what the fuck! Jay-Z, Marcy, Brooklyn
Representin' the, what, what
Roc-A-Fella y'all, for life
Stretch Armstrong bring the noise, haha
under your feet
Think it's a game when it ain't
I'm lettin' you talk, but bitch, I'll knock yo lips off
And get ready for your kinfolk
Your little
Things is rearranged something's changed
I say who done fucked it up?
Who? Hot Karl gonna switch it back up
Something's changed, let's go toe for toe
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
and paid homage (Lord)
To the monk who visited Rothschilds like Thelonious did Pannonica
It's Jay Elec-entendre-nica comin' through your monitor
Back
time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Yeah, fresh
God)
and all the rap rumors and innuendos
I bring it to you live
lift up ya windows
Let tha public peek in, see your dirty laundry
ya'll dont want me
[Jay-Z]
I thought this was America people!
Uhh, yeah, guilty until proven innocent huh?
That's how we workin huh? Okay
Before me there was
back
Bring the marty to your face wit' no place to run back
I'm from the slums that created the bass that thump back
This ain't a game clown, play ya
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
and march by
Like a flint how fast we let sparks fly
Let it rain let it bang in a cycle like a F5 I bring the pain
For all you skirts still talking tough
You
Calling me Hov, they thinking I'm JAY-Z
Look at yo' drip, I think it's fugazi
I got a stick, I think it's a blick
Rocking the Raf, this is not Rick
Your
I let my lips hang, feeling like Jay Z
Rolling slims in my cave where it's
Been a minute but I'm back
Globe trotting I'm Santa with the pack
Presence
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z)
[Freeway]
Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga
It's that real shit...
[female singer, repeated throughout
a touch
Change my location to awesome, you should address me as such
Swear this game, you have to know it like the back of your hand
Destined to be like
try me
Hit 'em with the gauge
Won't stop till a nigga rest in the grave
Like Jay Z and Em, I'm a renegade
Sunnah Boys, we them boys
If you want drama
gotta come and
Make that pick up
Dog, I hit your block in a pick-up
Jay Rock I'm me, a lion, a man, a
I do it by myself
With a hook and an uppercut
Doctor
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