[Intro: Christy Love]
I f**s with Hova
I want you to know
It's something about you
I f**s with Hova
I f**s with Hova
Trackmaster's XO
This remix is for you
Let's go
[Pre-hook:]
Untouchable, unbreakable, unshakeable, (it's Hovi baby)
Can't see the unseeable, reach the unreachable
Do the impossible (it's Hovi baby)
Yes... (Remix) Yes... Yes... Baby (it's Hova)
[Verse 1:]
First I had streets, then I had the charts
First I had they ear, now I have their heart
Rappers came and went, I been here from start
I see them put it together, watch them take it apart
See the rovers roll up with the ribbons
I see them repo, resold, and redriven, so when I reload
Leave holes, The number one positions, when you hot I'm hot
And when your feet cold, mines is sizzling
It's plain to see, n***as can't f** with me
Cuz I'm gonna be that n***a for life
Oh this is not a gimmick
This is God given, this is hard livin'
Mixed with cristal sippin
This is the most consistent (Hov!)
Give me the most hits that you can fit inside a double disc
Homie I'm home on these charts, you n***as visitin'
This Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm about to claim pole position
Holla at ya boy!
[Hook:]
Can't touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable
Shake the unshakeable (it's Hovi baby)
Can't see the unseeable, reach the unreachable
Do the impossible (it's Hovi baby)
Can't move the unmoveable, stop the unstoppable
Top the untoppable (it's Hovi baby)
Yes... (Remix) Yes... Yes... Baby (it's Hovi)
[Verse 2:]
I'm so far ahead of my time
I'm about to start another life
Look behind you, I'm about to pa** you twice
Back to the future, got it slow for the present
I'm fast, dude can't get past my past
How do you propose deal with the perfect present
When I unwrap "The Gift & the Curse" with a different verse
And I'm so far ahead of my time
My grandpop just met my grandmom at a high school prom
And I'm so far ahead of my time
These rhymes is waitin
Till four years later, they on time release
He'll probably take them, cop your four copy
You realise that track needed a autopsy
The more tracks I'm on, the more I catch bodies
If not listen further you're missing a murder
Like NYPD, LAPD, NYDA, OJ's Jury(Yep!)
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Crush linen, what's winning
If it ain't him in the flesh, continue to guess
I'm about to retire my jersey, f** Mitchell and Ness
I'm gonna throw back old school kicks in the Vet
Sixty-nine yeah, same year I was born
Flip the numbers yeah, same year I got on
Ninety-six, yeah, I used to rhyme with the Don
sh** out the big, Brooklyn I got this sh**
Here is something haters can't figure out
Half a milla first week, man they still jigga'd out
See, I even sell CD's in the crowd
The hardest dude out since Reasonable Doubt
Hovi Baby, love me, or blow me baby
f** you you'll pay me to owe me baby
They're in denial
Check the charts, I'm wearing you out
I'm about to drop The Black Album in a year
And I'm out
[Hook]