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JAY-Z lyrics - The Blueprint 3

Off That

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Welcome to the Future, Blue Print 3 Ay count me in Find me a nice soft place to land I'm so high Find me a place to land, Yeah right there, I'm so tomorrow, The Audemars are yesterday, Which means your on time delay, So even if I slow it doooown, My sound is fast forward, hold up I'm just a runway show But I wear this on my plane in my runway clothes, Cashmere sweats they come out next year But these my last year sweats, And my hoe so sick, your new chick cant f-ck with my old b-tch, And you know this sh-t, I'm professional, they know this is, I just may let you borrow this, This the blueprint n-gga follow this, This what what tomorrow is, Welcome to tomorrow b–tch, [Drake - Chorus] Whatever you about to discover we off that You about to tell her you love her we off that, Always wanna fight in the club and we off that, But you can’t bring the future back, Ya'll steady chasing the fame we off that, Oversized clothes and chains we off that, N-gga still making it rain and we off that, Cos you can’t bring the future back, Tell n-ggas top get off me, Cris we off that, Timbs we off that, Rims we off that, [Jay-Z] Yeah We off that is you still on that, If you still making money cos we still on that, This ain’t black versus white my n-gga we off that, Please tell Bill O Reilly to fall back, Tell Rush Limbaugh to get off my balls, Its 2010 not 1864 , Ah yeh we come so far, So I drive around town hard top and its off Ah and my tribeca loft with my high brow art And my high yellow broad Ah and my dark skin sis and my best white mate Say whats up to to chris, Ah, hows that for a mix, Got a black president, Got green presidents, Blueprints in my white ipod, Black diamonds in my Jesus piece, My God, Ah we aint tripping off that, Its a benetton ad, n-gga been up off that [Chorus] [Jay-Z] I dont give a fidduuck, abiddout the widday, You used to move, what you used to do, And I dont give a fidduuck abiddout the b-tches That you used to screw What your future do, And we don’t really care what you used to say, Unless that affects your future pay, Im on the practice field running two a day, So I don’t drop the ball when its threw my way, So I don’t a fidduck abiddout the sh-t that You probably did, Who you probably is, The only time I deal in past tense Is i’m past rims, And i’m past tints, If you driving it I drove it, You got it cos I sold it, You copped it and I bought it back, And we don’t give a fidduck n-gga we off that. [Chorus]

A Couple Ideas

Agans Craig
The downstairs girls have alot to say about the uptown boys that always get their way There's a loner on the corner and a stoner on the border A schizo who's two faces eyes show lots of empty spaces Next to a workingman, who does intend to make a stand in front of his dead end.. If anyone has got the nerve to try him.. The local columnist writes his word he's flying the flag of all he calls absurd and the body politic, of the town, is working thru a panic to elect a clown.. And the never ever boy endeavours on a clever ploy his motive like a locomotive, he'll go till there's nothing else for to live the tracks he's on end.. and he has got to walk.. It's just an idea that i'm tryin to say.. There's more than black and white that make up gray.. Nothin' won't move that's not in my way.. Can't you hear that train, cause it's comin' It's a loud one.. This morning i poked myself in the eye it wasn't the only reason i had to cry.. Someone i know is quite misleading, she doesn't go where she's leading Her present's no longer her past, she's still always first class.. Others i know, are all too clear in making it well known that they've got nothing to fear Except their boss, because, he can fire them.. The unqualified beggars' lifes gone up in smoke now he finds it hard, to take a joke.. To the burning of fires and a squeeling of tires a cutting of wires in a circle of liars The law stretches far, to reach it's mark and there's nowhere you can hide when it's after dark and you're paranoid, you can never be alone.. It's just an idea that i'm tryin' to say there's more than black and white that make up gray There's nothin' won't move that's not in my way can't you hear that train, cause it's comin', it's a loud one.. A poet's been down, but now he's on the rise on forbidden thoughts he will theorize On a paradise lost, an exaggerated cost A well shined gloss, and a summer frost Flying like rockets thru writings in red are the ghosts of great spirits, both alive and dead Standing on the corner where the bricks are piled high and the first floor windows touch the sky.. and looking up, there is nothing left to say..

N.Y. State Of Mind

NAS "Illmatic"
[Intro: Nas] Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word) (Word, it's time nigga) Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin) Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap Where fake niggaz don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now [Verse One: Nas] Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician, inflictin composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bulletholes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up, told brothers, 'Back up,' the Mac spit Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be (So whatchu sayin) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked So hold your stash until the coke price drop I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind ['New York state of mine' --> Rakim (repeat 4X)] [Verse Two: Nas] Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, holdin Tecs Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewein up the blocks to sell rocks, winnin gunfights with mega cops But just a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressin Thinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm livin where the nights is jet black The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back and lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain and be prosperous, though we live dangerous cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics and the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dice I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind ['New York state of mind' --> Rakim (repeat 4X)] ['Nasty Nas' --> cut and scratched 8X]

Requiem For The Masses

THE ASSOCIATION "Insight Out"
Requiem Aeternum Requiem Aeternum Momma momma forget your pies Have faith they won't get cold And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky Your flag is flying full at half-mast For the matadors who turned their backs to please the crowd And all fell before the bull Red was the color of his blood flowing thin Pallid white was the color of his lifeless skin Blue was the color of the morning sky from the ground where he died It was the last thing that was seen by him Kyrie Eleison Momma momma forget your pies Have faith they won't get cold And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky Your flag is flying full at half-mast For the matadors who turned their backs to please the crowd And all fell before the bull Black and white were the figures that recorded him Black and white was the newsprint he was mentioned in Black and white was the question that so bothered him He never asked he was taught not to ask But was on his lips as they buried him Rex Tremendae Majestatis Requiem aeternum Requiem aeternum

Requiem For The Masses

Association
Requiem Adernaum Requiem Adernaum Momma momma forget your pies Have faith they won't get cold And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky Your flag is flying full at half-mast For the matadors who turned their backs to please the crowd And all fell before the bull Red was the color of his blood flowing thin Pallid white was the color of his lifeless skin Blue was the color of the morning sky from the ground where he died It was the last thing that was seen by him Kyrie Eliason Momma momma forget your pies Have faith they won't get cold And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky Your flag is flying full at half-mast For the matadors who turned their backs to please the crowd And all fell before the bull Black and white were the figures that recorded him Black and white was the newsprint he was mentioned in Black and white was the question that so bothered him He never asked he was taught not to ask But was on his lips as they buried him Tremendae Majestas Requiem adernaum Requiem adernaum

I Am The Black Wizards

Emperor
Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine. For the black hills consist of black souls, souls that already died one thousand deaths. Behind the stone walls of centuries they breed their black art. Boiling their spells in cauldrons of black gold. Far up in the mountains, where the rain fall not far, yet the sun cannot reach. The wizards, my servants, summon the souls of macrocosm. No age will escape my wrath. I travel through time and I return to the future. I gather wisdom now lost. I visit again the eternally ancient caves, before a mighty Emperor thereupon came. Watching the mortals discovering my chronicles, guarded by the old demons, even unknown to me. Once destroyed to feast upon the screaming souls that were destroyed in my future. How many wizards that serve me with evil. I know not. My empires have no limits. From the never ending mountains black, to the bottom lakes. I am the ruler and there are in the hills in their stone homes of grief. Because I am the spirit of their existence. I am them.

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