Feat. Adam Bomb [Intro/Chorus: Jay-Z samples scratched by Lil Jaz] Hold up, this ain't a #1 record Wrong, this ain't politically correct This might offend my political connects Stop your blood claat cryin The kid the don, everybody dyin Hold up, this ain't a #1 record (The music y'all makin gon' make it a great depression) [Adam Bomb] Aiyyo, said farewell to my little bit of hope Now all I need's a chair and a little bit of rope Left a note, at the end of it I wrote "Does the world really need another sentimental quote?" Nope - so with my last autograph Kiss my a** on behalf of the innocent or broke Slide into a slope, headed all downhill Feelin so down filled I could sh** a winter coat Then I awoke like a zombie out the grave With a voice sayin out of e'rybody you were saved Time to drink the water where you bathed, stop drownin In your sorrows take that flow and make tsunamis out a wave
And stay Gandhi level brave, insight of Darwin Soul of Sam Cooke, mind of Carlin You the pilot on that first cla** flight to stardom Too ill to come in second, too real for a #1 record [Chorus] [D-Sisive] The planet spins, I stand still frozen A mannequin, they said Jeff lost his head again I crash land and hit the ground runnin with a torch Gone, not a single sound muttered From the mouths of the has-beens, once-upon-a-timers The ones who scribbled autographs on my rhyme book The ones I wanted to grow up to be And now this whole country can't fu*k with me No, I played the game and lost every penny That I tossed in the pocket of the dream sellers Now I'm broke in the wallet, but don't get me started On my legacy - dawg I'm already a legend And I'm far from the finish line I'm 14 minutes and 59 seconds from a 15 Decisive, jump from the heavens A Canadian idol, minus a #1 record [Chorus]