Jay-z - 2002 Funk Flex Freestyle lyrics

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Jay-z - 2002 Funk Flex Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm so far ahead of my time I'm 'bout to start another life Look behind you; I'm 'bout to pa** you twice Back to The Future, gotta slow up for the present; I'm fast n***as can't get past my past How you propose a deal with the perfect present? When I unwrap The Gift & The Curse in one session? Ain't no living person can test him Only two resting in Heaven can be mentioned in the same breath as him 7 straight summers; critics might not admit it But nobody in rap did it quite like I did it; If you did, I done it before You get it, I had it; I got mad at it, I don't want it no more And that comes from everything, from flippin' that raw Flippin' who*es, flippin' vocal cords Don't get it twisted, get it right Did it different, did it better, did it nice Did the impossible, and then I did it twice Young! [Verse 2] Young H.O., fresh from Italy Trip financed by my best ability Same one helped me in extra realty For my mom, for my nephews, a bunch of lil' me's Flip flop by Versace, hip-hop got me here Music made me a millionaire, yeah Multi for what's inside of here Inside my heart -- besides that, I'm smart Prepare poems with a pa**ion, at the same time cash in Took the best of both worlds minus the madness Though controversy follows me everywhere I dock Everything I hear I block Out like the jealous clouds do the sun Then I sit back and recline since my shine has shone And then sure nuff bust out something foreign with the doors up Maybe the lilac Porsche The lavender Retriever I only bring my homies back purple reefer I only smoke in Ibiza In Capri, somewhere foreign that you need your visa Yup, Hovi's home; but it's like I never left, I had the global phone Yup, yeah I stayed in touch I heard y'all back home complaining -- y'all complain too much So hateful -- bunch of dudes I put on out there acting so ungrateful But daddy's home, and he brought the forty autie-matie chrome For all the chatty-chatty y'all been doing [Verse 3] While y'all was running your mouth complaining about Summer Jam I was in flip-flops in the South of France See how it flip-flops with the number one station for hip-hop and r&b? You thought Summer Jam was starring you? It was starring me Even in my absence, my presence is felt That gotta tell you I'm the king, dog, if nothing else I'm on another continent, you still ain't content I'm in the Mediterranean, you still ain't vent Explain to me why I want to be you again You on the radio crying, I'm learning to swim