"Grammy Family" Freestyle

[Intro: Jay-Z & (Funkmaster Flex)]

I been crushing the building since Izod socks

So independent, sh..I might buy Koch

I might not stop

Places to cop, seventy-six floors, you can call me the Doc

Say when, say when

(When!)

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire

Everybody took shots, hit my body up, I'm tired

Build me up, break me down to build me up again

They like: "Hov, we need you back so we can kill your ass again"

"Hov got flow though he's no Big and Pac, but he's close"

How I'm 'posed to win? they got me fightin' ghosts

Same sword they knight you they gon' goodnight you with

Sh.., Thats' only half if they like you

That ain't even the half what they might do

Don't believe me, ask Michael

See Martin, see Malcolm

You see Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome

See Jesus, see Judas

See Caesar, see Brutus, see success is like suicide,

Suicide, it's a suicide

If you succeed, prepare to be crucified

Media meddles, niggas sue you, you settle

Every step you take, they remind you you ghetto

So it's tough bein' Bobby Brown

To be Bobby then, you gotta be Bobby now

Now the question is, is to have had and lost

Better than not having at [all]?

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Everybody wanna be the King then shots ring

You layin' on your balcony with holes in your dream

Or you Malcolm X-d out, get distracted by screams

Everybody get your hand off my jeans

Everybody look at you strange, say you changed, uh!

Like you work that hard to stay the same, uh! Game stays the same, the name changes

So its best for those to not overdose on being famous

Most kings get driven so insane

That they try to hit the same vein that Kurt Cobain did

So dangerous, no strangers

Invited to the inner sanctum of your chambers

Load chambers as the enemies approach

So raise your draw bridge and drown them in the moat

And the Spirit I'm evoking

Hold on

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

Everybody screaming they want the old Hov

But the new improved Hov hit like Albert Pujols

Everybody wanna hear me talk that money like Phil Rizzuto

But my mind is on Pluto

Bills that I do fold, I now invest on

Trying to find some loopholes in the IRS

As where I used to have a few hoes, I am just

Concentrating on making a new Hov through sex

I've awakened just in time to school those putos

Trying to follow in my shoes with jewels froze

Better adhere to this text 'fore you go

Broke, spending more than you've accrued on silly baguettes

I know silly begets silly, you'll learn on your own

At least my conscience is clear, I'm no longer steering you wrong

Ain't nothing wrong with baguettes after you get a home

Take care of your home, you can go back and—ugh!

[Verse 4: Jay-Z]

I'm getting courted by the bosses

The Edgars And Doug Morris-es-es

Jimmy I's and Lyors-es -- it's

Gotta be more than the choruses

They respecting my mind now

Just a matter of time now

Operation: Takeover Corporate

Makeover offices-es-es then takeover all of it

Please may these words be recorded

To serve as testimony that I saw it all before it

Came to fruition, sort of a premonition

Uncontrollable hustler's ambition

Alias Superstition, like Stevie

The writing's on the wall like my lady, right baby?

Saw it all before, some of y'all thought I was crazy, maybe

Like a fox, I'm cagey, ah-ah

The more successful, the more stressful

The more and more I transform to Gordon Gekko

In the race to a billion got my face to the ceiling

Got my knees on the floor, please Lord forgive him

Has he lost his religion, is the greed gon' get him?

He's having heaven on earth, will his wings still fit him?

I got the Forbes on my living room floor

And I'm still talking to the poor, nigga I want more

TIME's most influential, was impressive

'Specially since I wasn't in the artist section

Had me with the builders and the titans

Had me right with Rupert Murdoch

Billionaire boys and some dudes you never heard of

Word up on Madison Ave is I'm a cash cow

Word down on Wall Street, homie, you get the cash out

IPO Hov, no need for reverse merger

The boy money talk no need to converse further

The baby blue Maybach like I own Gerber

Boardroom I'm lifting ya skirt up

The corporate takeover, nigga