favorite jay-z song where he just blacks out

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disclaimer these are not perfect rhymes

[Verse 1: Jay Z]
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 Tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shyt
This is a unusual musical I conducting
You lookin at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up
For three years, they had me peein' out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred
I'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina Aguiler-y
But catch me down the Westside, drivin like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Screamin out the sunroof "death to y'all"
You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you startin to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin bout Feds
nikka, them body-snatchers, nikka you heard what I said
 
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"Squeeze 1st"

"See when I'm low in digits, I push blow in a blizzard
I'm a player for real, I post and pivot
Coke distribute be where the ghosts visit
Where the demons live, shyt my scene is vivid
Squeamish kids, y'all get the fukk outta this verse
It's about to get so obscene in a minute
I seen and live it, I did some things I admit it
Wasn't proud of it, but I was a child fukk it
Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt
Couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin' my pelvis
shyt it was either that or be livin' wit' Elvis
nikkas is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X
Wanted to tell God that I don't deserve this
Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve less
My life was nervous, you haven't heard stress
'Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin' her drama
Told her I ain't promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day
And before she could say Jay
I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentality
Men gotta do men things for men salary
Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery
Damn B.I.G. woulda been proud of me"

:damn:
 
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SteakAndKoolaid said:
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black album to me.

[Verse 1: Jay Z]
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along

hov wayne eminem nas and pac are the kings of imperfect rhymes.
 
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X]
Y'all motherfukkers 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 dikk-lickin, and too many nikkaz on a mission
Doin your best Jay-Z rendition
Too many rough motherfukkers, I got my suspicions
that you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nikka, listen
Too many bytches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe
I'ma call you a hoe, too many bytches are shady
Too many ladies give these nikkaz too many chances
Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is
Too many bytches 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 nikkaz ride mine
so I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the fukk
That's 22 too's for y'all motherfukkers out there, yaknahmean?
Shall I continue? Check it out, what?
 
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u are always correct said:
black album to me.

[Verse 1: Jay Z]
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
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My fav track from black album and one of his best overall
 
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One of my personal top 10 Hov verses.

In this manila envelope, the results of my insanity
Quack said I crossed the line between real life and fantasy
Can it be the same one on covers with Warren Buffett
Was ducking the undercovers, was warring with motherfukkers?
Went from warring to Warren, undercovers to covers
If you believe in that sort of luck your screws need adjusting
In the world of no justice and black ladies on the back of buses
I'm the immaculate conception of rappers-slash-hustlers
My God, it's so hard to conceive, but it all falls perfect
I'm like autumn is to trees, the doc interrupted
He scribbled a prescription for some Prozac
He said, "take that for your mustard
Boy, you must be off your rocker if you think
You'll make it off the strip before they 'Pac ya
nikka, you gotta be psychotic, or
Mixing something potent with your vodka
It takes a lot to shock us
But you being so prosperous is preposterous
How could this nappy headed boy from out the projects
Be the apple of America's obsession?
You totally disconnected with reality
Don't believe in dreams
Since when did black men become kings?"
 
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