People Talkin'

[Intro: Sample, Jay-Z] Its like finding feathers on a housecat Lemme take yall somewhere else right now It's like searching for a needle in a haystack Lemme get y'all to zone out wit' me, man (Its a'ight, don't be scared) Take y'all niggas left and center (zone out wit') Bullshit [Hook: Sample] I hear the people talk (I hear y'all) Whistling when you walk (Y'all hear me) Your kind is hard to find Darling, I'm glad you're mine I hear the people talk (I hear y'all) Whistling when you walk (Y'all hear me) Your kind is hard to find Darling, I'm glad you're mine [Over Chorus: Jay-Z] Y'all niggas should twist up sumthin Real real real tight right here Zone out wit' ya boy If you don't smoke, grab you something to drink Mix it up right If you don't smoke or drink Man, just light up an incense, fuck it Close ya eyes Vibe wit' a nigga I want y'all to really hear me [Verse: Jay-Z & Sample] I speak through music, I reach you dudes We can get deeper in the dirt than cleat shoes I refuse to lose I peep you creeps three months in advance I see right through ya, judas The man that I am and damn you don't know The harder you go at me the harder I flow Let's do this I'm just a mirror reflectin' your image The minute you switch up your face I pick up the pace There's nothin' to it Pull hammers from my waist We can clap at this amateur pace If that's what's crackin' Or we can play this on "All Madden" (Step it up, nigga) Can you even fathom not havin' a fear in the world I'm cool in my afterlife If I'm readin' these chapters right Please what have you, I breeze through Matthews Bleed if I have to, you cowards die a thousand deaths Fake fucks face-down on your housing steps Are y'all even gettin' this message? I ain't bein' aggressive But if you testin' my life then, shit, I gotta answer Gotta cut off the cancer, young'n, pull your pants up You gettin' too big for ya britches You fuckin' wit' a dude that did it wit' digits Breathing's a privilege Don't you know when you're defeated? Won't you though? Throw in the towel I'm better with vowels I'm a man of principles; damn-near invincible In my own mind now that my soul's aligned I didn't know before now my role's defined: Take hold and control what's mine Come and get me! Come and take my life, you comin' wit me Come and try to take me for granted I'll take you off this planet Dammit, man this is a gift from God, this ain't happenstance And your arms are too short to box Plus we knuckle up unorthodox You can't take me off my grind, get off my cock Whatchu thought? It's the Roc I hear the— I hear the— I hear the— Back in the mix of the scuffle Since '86 I was sick with the hustle (Woo!) Get a couple of chicks to touch you (Woo!) Feather-weight fucker dont ever hate on the brothers (Uh) Hah, just playin' with you niggas, I'ma stop now I ain't gotta sell another record in my life The Blueprint 2, baby! (Mm-hmm) See y'all in November (Oh shit!) [Hook: Sample] I hear the people talk (C'mon) Yes sir and when you walk (C'mon) Your kind is hard to find Darling, I'm—