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{*people clapping*}
Yo whassup everybody this is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday`s
We here tonight to have a good time
("Yo! Start the show! Start the show!")
Wait a minute; I see my man over there Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil` tape of yours, and it`s fat
Why don`t you come up here and kick a lil` freestyle
Put that champagne down, and kick a lil` freestyle for me tonight
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X*
Y`all motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let`s do it again
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X*
Well I`m gone... check this out
Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a mission
Doin your best Jay-Z rendition
Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions
that you`re just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen
Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe
I`ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady
Too many ladies give these niggaz too many chances
Too many brothers wannabe lovers don`t know what romance is
Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances
No question; Jay-Z got too many answers
I been around this block, too many times
Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too
To all my brothers it ain`t too late to come together
Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever
I don`t follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride mine
so I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck
That`s 22 too`s for y`all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean?
Shall I continue? Check it out, what?
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X*
Well I`m gone... yo, yo, yo
Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya
Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up
Too many faggot niggaz, clockin my spendin
Exercisin you`re, gay like minds like Richard Simmons
If you could catch Jay right, on the late night
without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight, right
I dip, speak quicker than you ever seen
adminster pain, next the minister`s screamin your name
At your wake as I peak in, look in your casket
feelin sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin"
You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty
Mines thinkin longevity until I`m seventy
Livin heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what?
Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gon` tell me?
("Oooooooooooh!")
Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat track (aight)
Now this is comin on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety-six
(no doubt no doubt) well, it is definitely the bomb
But you know I do wanna say somethin to you, I know
you`ve been havin a lot of problems with the law
But I know you innocent, and I`m behind you 100%
Mad Wednesday`s, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang Dash
Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back anytime
(Hah, thanks a lot)
Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute
Ace, turn that music down
I smell some reefer, now you see?
That`s why, our people don`t have anything
Because we don`t know how to go in places and act properly
("Hey shut the fuck up!")
Wait a minute wait a minute who told me shut the eff up?
Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of here
I`m not gonna continue this show, until you throw him out
Get him out right now, then I`ma continue my speech
Thank you, he`s out of here now, now like I was sayin
We gotta build our own business, we gotta get our own
record companies goin like Roc-A-Fella Records...
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