[Intro: Jay‐Z]
Young (I need some more music)
7, you a genius for real, nigga, huh
Woo, yep
Okay
Ty, where we at?
Skip this one
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Rumor has it, The Blueprint classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden
So September 11th marks the era forever
Of a revolutionary Jay Guevara
Now it's a whole museum of Hov MC'ers
Everybody dupin' the flow—you see 'em
Everybody loopin' up soul
It's like they tryna make The Blueprint 2 before Hov
Shout out to Just Bleezy and Kanyeezy
See how we adjust to the game so еasy?
Chicks belly dancin', glancin' every chancе they get
Like, "Shit, he's so handsome"
Still in demand in the longest run standing
Kidnapped rap–seven years, no ransom
Can't one nigga get it back, no rap
Young Hov's going to Canton, I'm a legend
[Chorus: Kanye West, Jay-Z]
I'm so tired of ya, tired of the
All the rumors, I don't know who lied to ya
We on fire
I'm so tired of ya, tired of the
All the rumors, I don't know who lied to ya
We on fire (Yes)
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
For those that think Hov fingers' bling-blingin'
Either haven't heard the album, or they don't know English
They only know what the single is
And single that out to be the meaning of what he's about
And being I'm about my business, not mingling much
Running my mouth, that shit kept lingering
But no, dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinkling
The album with to keep the registers ringing
In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Gyeah, you jingling, baby
See, I go right back and I bring 'em in, baby
Business mind of a Ross Perot but never lost my soul
Crossed the line, I bought pop across the row
Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good
Slangin them O's like a real O.G. should
"Oh, he's good"
"No, he would never sell out, he's so hood"
[Chorus: Kanye West]
I'm so tired of ya, tired of the
All the rumors, I don't know who lied to ya
We on fire (Yeah, uh, yeah)
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Magazines call him a (Rock star), girls call him (Cock star)
Billboard (Pop star), neighborhood (Block star)
Chi-Town go-gettin' pimps (We mobsters)
Gingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!"
Yeah, that's how I feel (Uh-huh)
To be down, you must appeal
To the crew, we're rated R–
–O-C, OG Bobby Johnson, son
Ask me, "Ray-Ray, is that yo' car?"
"I seen MTV, I know who you are"
"You did 'Takeover', do you got beef with Nas?"
I did take over the game, brought back the soul
Got tracks to go, got plaques that's Gold
Platinum to go, yeah, that's the flow
All I know, I gots to blow
And I don't play pause, I'm from Chicago
[Chorus: Kanye West]
I'm so tired of ya, tired of the
All the rumors, I don't know who lied to ya
We on fire
I'm so tired of ya, tired of the
All the rumors, I don't know who lied to ya
We on fire
