Versuri 01. Hova Song (Intro)

Yeah, I know you just ripped the packaging off your CD 
If you like me, you readin' the credits right now 
If you in your car, I don't care if it's winter 
I want you to put all your windows down 
 
Zone out, buckle up, let's go 
Hello it's Hova, that's right young'un, the wait is over 
The new millennium is upon us, the album is here 
Before we get into the shit, let's get a few things clear 
 
Rappers with no relation 
There's 'Seven Degrees of Separation' and I'm Kevin Bacon 
This is the murderer's version 
Jigga the shit, even when he rhyme in third person 
 
Hova the God, I should be rappin' with the turban 
Haters can't disturb him, waiters can't serve him 
Mike Jordan of rap, outside J workin' 
Now watch how quickly I drop 50 
 
I don't like playin', niggaz can't stick me 
Niggaz cannot jam me, niggaz can't get me 
Slimmy at the Rucka wanna leave and spend with me 
I consistently take 'em out the park like Ken Griffey 
 
Do you believe? It's Hova the God 
Makes you think about the people in your life 
Then I think about BIG, what'd he say if he was here 
He'd say, "Jay, what's it about? What's life about? 
 
If you don't go through as a man's a man" 
He'd say, "Suck it up, take the fall, do the time 
That's what makes you who you are, makes you what you are" 
How many years you been around this thing of ours? 
 
Commission, 125 years 
What's it about? 
It's about rules, parameters 
You take the beatin' for the friend you don't lay down 
 
You don't betray who you are, what you are 
You gotta remember guys like Taj, Chill, Ran, Emory 
They don't roar, they don't rap 
You know why? That's the rules, you don't break them 
 
You was born to be somethin', I wasn't even supposed to be humble 
Okay, so you humble me now, what you got? 
You got a war, you got global war 
You got a worldwide crime syndicate now 
 
There's no rules, there's no parameters, there's no feelings 
There's no feelings for this game 
So five, ten years from now 
You're gonna wish there was an American Commission 
 
Five ten years from now 
They're gonna miss Jay-Z 
Okay, I'm reloaded