We Made It Freestyle

[Intro: Eastbound & Down clip] "The only thing I'm seein' I'd like to put an amend on, perhaps a little more room here for the fixin's, you know what I'm talkin' about?" "Oh, we gon' have a lot of fixin's?" "We gonna have so many fuckin' fixin's up in this motherfucker, this shit gon' go through the roof. Oh, goddamn, I'm shittin' gold these days!" [Bridge: Soulja Boy] We made it We made it [Verse 1: Jay Electronica] The devil, the haters, the bloggers The papers, the labels, they labeled me But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga We came up from slavery Apologies go out to all of my fans 'Cause they waited so patiently This one is for all of the lost And forgotten black angels that prayed for me A milli, a milli, niggas love me 'cause I'm ill The greatest story ever told, niggas in the field From Solomon to Sambo to Django, it's fact I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it from the Wheel The son of W.D., who hung around in The D Who ran around in the '3', the trap gods raised me Face all on the Sphinx, story all in the wall of the pyramids Niggas know the Black God saved me You can blow the nose off, that won't change it ObamaCare won't heal all that anguish We came a long way from the bottom of the boat All praise to the Mahdi, we found our language Gold necklace, middle finger erected God tribe of Shabazz stylin' on the record Lost sons of Muhammad, we wildin' in the wreckage "Ashadu alla ilaha illallah" is the message All these niggas, I got to fight one All these devils, I got to strike some All these rebels just waitin' on the war cry Mama said, "Son, you got to strike drum" Roc Nation, celebration, motivation, elevation Nigga, we made it from slaves on a slave ship Live from the cotton fields, straight to the spaceship [Interlude: Kenny Powers, Eastbound & Down clip] "Kinda makes me wonder why the hell so many people are tryna tell me to slow down. Seems like motherfuckers should be shuttin' the hell up and enjoyin' the show" [Verse 2: Jay Z] Hop off the slave ship Popped off my chain and took it to Jacob I got it gold plated Walked in that bitch like, "Nigga, we made it!" I own my own masters You know I ain't missin' no royalty statements I can't be rated (God, God) "Damn, Hov, stunt on them haters" Sorry, Mrs. Drizzy, for so much art talk Silly me, rappin' 'bout shit that I really bought While these rappers rap about guns they ain't shot And a bunch of other silly shit that they ain't got I'm on my Lupita Nyong'o Stuntin' on stage, after 12 Years A Slave This Ace of Spades look like an Oscar Black tux, look like a mobster Don't make me *RRRAH* ya – nigga, watch your tone I come to court with black boxers on Y'all hella jealous of my melatonin I could black out at any given moment I'm God, G is the seventh letter made So when my arms and feet shackled, I still get paid All praises due I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into caves These are the last days, but do I seem fazed? Showed up to The Last Supper in some brand new J's I'm the true and livin' – Book of Hov, new religion 8th wonder of the world, alien, superstition You're blind, baby Blind to the fact of who you are, maybe My bloodline's crazy Kings and queens and Michael Jordan rings I go estúpido, sucio The flow is filthy, y'all can't kill me I've been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes And your corny handshakes – cocksucker, we made it, ahh!