Текст песни Jay-Z - Moment of Clarity
Jay-Z - Moment of Clarity слова песни
Woo! Geah, geah (Young), geahUhh, turn the music up, turn the lights downI`m in my zone[Chorus]Thank God for grantin me this moment of clarityThis moment of honesty - the world`ll feel my truthsAll through my +Hard Knock Lifetime+, +A Gift and a Curse+I gave you +Volume+ after +Volume+ of my workSo you can feel my truthsI built the +Dynasty+ by bein one of the realist niggaz outWay beyond the +Reasonable Doubt+ - y`all can`t fill my shoesFrom my +Blueprint+ beginnin to that +Black Album+ endinListen close you`ll hear what I`m aboutNigga, feel my truths[Verse One]Pop died, didn`t cry, didn`t know him that wellBetween him doin heroin and me doin crack salesWith that in the eggshell, standin at the tabernacleRather the church, pretendin to be hurt, wouldn`t workSo a smirk was all on my faceLike damn, that man`s face is just like my faceSo pop, I forgive you for all the shit that I lived throughIt wasn`t all your fault, homey you got caughtInto the same game I fought, that Uncle Ray lostMy big brothers and so many others I sawI`m just glad we got to see each otherTalk and re-meet each otherSave a place in heaven `til the next time we meet forever![Chorus][Verse Two]Music business hate me cause the industry ain`t make meHustlers and boosters embrace me and the music I be makinI dumbed down for my audience to double my dollarsThey criticized me for it yet they all yell "HOLLA!"If skills sold, truth be told, I`d probably belyrically, Talib KweliTruthfully I wanna rhyme like Common SenseBut I did five mill` - I ain`t been rhymin like Common sinceWhen your cents got that much in commonAnd you been hustlin since, your inceptionFuck perception go with what makes senseSince I know what I`m up againstWe as rappers must decide what`s most impor-tantAnd I can`t help the poor if I`m one of themSo I got rich and gave back, to me that`s the win/winSo next time you see the homey and his rims spinJust know my mind is workin just like them...... rims, that is[Chorus][Verse Three]My homey Sig` was on a tear where no tears should fallCause he was on the block where no squares get offSee in my inner circle all we do is ball`Til we all got triangles on our wallAin`t just rappin for the plat-i-num, y`all recordI recall, cause I really been there beforeFour scores and seven years ago prepared the flowPrepared for war, I should fear no manYou don`t hear me thoughThese words ain`t just `pared to goIn one ear, out the other ear, no! YoMy balls and my word is alls I haveWhatchu gon` do to me nigga, scars or scab?Whatchu gon` box me homey? I can dodge a jabThree shots couldn`t touch me, thank God for datI`m strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my backAnd the whole BK, nigga holla back[Chorus]