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Jay-Z

Tim Westwood Freestyle (2000)

 

Tim Westwood Freestyle (2000)


Uh, yeah
You mess around with known assassins, known for blasting
Known for carrying plastic pistols, chrome-attached
And known for grossing the most
Known for balling the hardest, holding our own in our post
Known for soaking ya folks, sending hoes to ya coast
I'm down for whatever

Jigga man, ya heard
Jay Z, ya heard
Hova, ya heard
Roc-A-Fella, ya heard
Sigel-Sigel, ya heard

Now everybody wanna rhyme like Hov
Cause I rhyme like I be rhyming in the Rov'
Climbing in them hoes
My minds like the diamonds, I'll blind you at them shows
I don't shine, I glow
I remind you of that dough
Don't I? Kill niggas won't I?
My persona, hustler turned rapper, smell a crack aroma
Send shots like toma! In any language
Leave niggas in a coma when I'm banging that Fifth
Get chicks lit off Coronas and bamboo spliffs
And get the camcorder to camcord their hand movements
And for what? Ya'll acting like ya'll better than Hov
Ya'll cats should open up on the Letterman show
Cats is funny
All I do is get money and ya'll shit sound funny to me
Everybody's talking like they're better than Hov
But that shit's real funny to me

Jigga man, ya heard

Yo, yo
D.A. act like he had a starving for Jay
If they lock me in a cage, yo party away
I'm still hot, I'm still S.Dot ya'll
Still got millions buried in the sock drawer
Still holding my own on the corner nigga
What can't kill me can only make me stronger, nigga
And when I get back home
Get your ass up out the throne
Everything's back to the way shit was
I'm a stay hot no matter what my shit does
I could drop a straight dud, I'm 'a stay up
Niggas trying to break my will
You know that ain't my steel
I'm Destiny's Child, my fate's been sealed
You're dealing with a higher power
Do 'em like Dwight Eisenhower
My life can move a thousand miles an hour
Reflect me folks
As my world turns like the wheels on a bicycle spoke
It's much deeper than a soap, it's a constant drama series
All they see is money, they want me to blind the jury
All this bullshit can make the mind weary
But my theory is the sun shines clearly
The sun shall shine clearly

You know what I do?
Flow sicker on every record, watch shine
Glock nine nigga, heavy necklace
Watch mine, I'm about to make niggas very jealous
Ice in every letter
Untouchable, can't fuck with dude
Duck spit, arm shake, who wan' gon' play
With this CEO of the Coke on Broadway
Never heard so many joints from one man
I make chickens bounce, I make the gun jam
Flow's like sniffing a hundred grams
Of cocaine raw, rip ya whole brain off
Make it real easy to lift ya chain off
BK style, see Jay? How?
We don't play fair, we play foul
Go ahead, stand there, we spray crowds

Jigga, huh
Jigga, what
Jigga, what
Jigga-Jigga, huh
Jigga, what
Jigga, what
Jigga-Jigga, huh
Jigga, huh
Jigga, what
Jigga-Jigga, huh
Jigga, what

I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga, putting up Will Smith numbers
Got money for 6s and Hummers, chickens among us
We just trying not to let this bullshit become us
Flow like none other, I'm the meanest, toughest, done dotta to gun-butcher

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