Forty

[intro: Blu & Chris Clarke] Dun-duh-duh-duh dun-dun! Ahem, hi My name is John and I just turned forty Happy birthday, dear John (Woo!) Happy birthday to you (Woo!) Wow, look at my brother, yo Everybody raise a glass for my brother Yo Blu, man, look at you, man We been watchin’ you for a long time, man You done came a long way, baby, you worldwide And you still keeping it one-hundred with e’rybody Which is what’s most important Still gettin fresh, still rhymin’ crazy Yeah, uhh (Come on man) [Verse 1: Blu] You remember me, the O.G. B-L, no E Mister retail salesman, sellin’ shoes after school Have the stool with the backpack, rockin' to the beat Could it be twenty-five years? Cheers to the feat After shows, folks cheer on they feet Think we over four hundred features and over twenty albums deep Five hundred thousand monthly means, eight more billion I gotta reach Countin sheep, sleep, counting me out I’ve counted countless defeats that I eventually beat Vent in the beat so unique, you think I invented speech From Venice Beach, spitting heater after heater like nine millimeters In your speakers through the summer, fall, winter, and spring Enter the ring and already declared the winner when it reigns Winners enter the next season with rings It’s a difference between sixteen Multiplied ten times and divided by one more than three [Interlude: Blu & Mickey Factz] Uh, yeah (It's Mickey) I’m forty, my G (Chyeah, uh, look) [Verse 2: Mickey Factz] 80s baby, born in the era where the terror Made errors of the beggars and the peasants Heaven wasn’t present, heard Kane after seven Kick a message on a song called "Ain’t No Half Steppin" Brethren, I crept in kinda like a leopard on venison Unaware he bout to be breakfast Maturity absorbed in the purity of thoughts that I festered Now I’m past forty, Glenn Rice with the effort Forty-one, epic with a bunch of lyrics XXL cover, please check my aesthetics Now I’m back to give a lesson, ghostwriter penning records Full of ethics, I’m poetic, purely academic More calisthenics for genetics, writing every relic for the skeptics Even if they might be feeling septic Blu, I’m the glue for the adolescents leading to the legends I pray forty more’ll get added to my essence, Factz [Outro: Chris Clarke] Happy birthday nigga Yeah, you know what I mean? Yo, the four is much more Everybody once again raise yo glass to my nigga Blu! Aiyyo ladies, make some noise for this nigga, hah! Yo, yo, yo, all my super MCs, salute! Yo, yo, come on, bro, we gon stroll through your catalog Classics upon classics, man That’s what the fuck we talkin bout, that big Blu Shout out to everybody fuckin with it You know what I’m sayin? Yeah, bruh Alright now, yo, yo, yo, alright, DJ, you ready? Yo, let’s get this party started