Текст песни Jay-Z - MTV Unplugged
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* send corrections to the typist[Sample][Its like finding feathers on a housecat](Jay-Z)Lemme take yall somewhere else right now[Its like searching for a needle in a haystack]Lemme get yall to zone out wit me, man(Its aight, dont be scared)Take yall niggaz left and center(zone out wit)Bullshit[Sample Chorus]2xI hear the people talk(I hear yall)Yes sir and when you walk(Yall hear me)Your kind is hard to find Darling, I`m glad youre mine(Jay-Z talking during chorus)Yall niggaz should twist up sumthin Real real real tight right hereZone out wit ya boyIf you dont smoke, grab you sumthin to drinkMix it up rightIf you dont smoke or drink Man, just light up a inscenseFuck itClose ya eyes... vibe wit meI want yall to really hear me[Verse]I speak through music, I reach you dudesWe can get deeper in the dirt than cleat shoesI refuse to loseI peep you creeps three months in advanceI SEE RIGHT THROUGH YA, JUDAS!The man that I am and damn you dont knowThe harder you go at me the harder I flowLets do thisI`m just a mirror reflectin your imageThe minute you switch up your face I pick up the paceThere`s nothin to itPull hammers from my waist We can clap at this amateur pace If that`s what`s crackin Or we can play this on All MaddenCan you even fathom not havin a fear in the worldI`m cool in my afterlife If I`m readin these chapters rightPlease what have you, I breeze through MatthewsBleed if I have you, you cowards die a thousand deathsFate fucks face-down on your house`s stepsAre yall even gettin this message? I aint bein aggressiveBut if you testin my life then, shit I gotta answerGotta cut off the cancer, young`n, pull your pants upYou gettin too big for ya britchesYou fuckin wit a dude that did it wit digitsBreathing`s a privilegeDont you know... when youre defeated? Wont you throw? Throw in the towel I`m better with vowelsI`m a man of principles; damn-near invincibleIn my own mind now that my soul`s alignedI didnt know before now my role`s defined:Take hold and control what`s mine COME AND GIT MEEEEEEECome and take my life, you comin wit meCome and try to take me for granted I`ll take you off this planetDammit, man this is the gift from GodThis aint have to stand `Til your arms are too short to boxPlus we knuckle up unorthodoxYou can`t take me off my grind GET OFF MY COCKWhatchu thought? It`s da ROC[Sample]repeated 3xI hear the...(Jay-Z)Back in the mix of the scuffleSince `86 I was sick wit the hustle(Wooh!)Git a couple of chicks to touch you(Wooh!)Feather-weight fucker dont ever hate on the brothers(talking)Heh-hehThought I was playin but you niggaz`ll stop nowI aint gotta sell another record in my lifeTHE BLUEPRINT 2, BABY!!(Mm-hmm)SEE YALL IN NOVEMBER (Oh shit)