Threat Remix (Interlude)

[Intro: Just Blaze]

Yo, Dave, Len, hold up right quick

Aiyyo, this is Just Blaze!

And right about now, I'm about to put y'all onto something

Introduce y'all to somebody – my man Madlib from the West Coast

Some of y'all know, some of y'all won't

All that's about to change in a minute

Wolf, whatup!

Quas, whatup!

YNQ, whatup!

Madlib – drop the beat, here we go!

[Verse 1: JAY-Z]

I put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya

Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue?

I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song

I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along

Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out

The technique from the two TECs, and I don't need two lips

To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit

This is a unusual musical, I conduct it

You lookin' at the Black Warren Buffett

So all critics can duck sick

I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it

Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up

For three years, they had me peein' out of a cup

Now they 'bout to free me up, what you think I'm gon' be?

What – rehabilitated? Man, I still feel hatred

I'm young, Black, and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but

You'll never have me like Christina Aguiler'y

But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry

Or the FDR, in the seat of my car

Screamin' out the sunroof, "Death to y'all"

You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars

I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head

The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread

I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout Feds

Nigga, them body-snatchers, nigga, you heard what I said

[Chorus: JAY-Z]

I'll make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'

Put your smarts on the side of your garment

Nigga, stop fuckin' with me

R.–I.–P.