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