Jay-z - "Grammy Family" Freestyle lyrics

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Jay-z - "Grammy Family" Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Jay-Z & (Funkmaster Flex)] I been crushing the building since Izod socks I'm so independent, sh..I might buy Koch I might not stop Places to cop, seventy-six floors, you can call me the Doc Say when, say when (When!) [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire Everybody took shots, hit my body up, I'm tired Build me up, break me down to build me up again They like: "Hov, we need you back so we can k** your a** again" Hov got flow though he's no Big and Pac, but he's close How I'm 'posed to win, they got me fightin' ghosts Same sword they knight you they gon' good night you with Sh.., Thats' only half if they like you That ain't even the half what they might do Don't believe me, ask Michael See Martin, see Malcolm You see Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome See Jesus, see Judas; see Caesar, see Brutus See success is like suicide Suicide, it's a suicide If you succeed, prepare to be crucified Media meddles, n***as sue you, you settle Every step you take, they remind you you ghetto So it's tough bein' Bobby Brown To be Bobby then, you gotta be Bobby now Now the question is, is to have had and lost Better than not having at [all] [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Everybody wanna be the King then shots ring You layin' on your balcony with holes in your dream Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by screams Everybody get your hand off my jeans Everybody look at you strange, say you changed Uhh! Like you work that hard to stay the same Uhh! Game stays the same, the name changes So its best for those to not overdose on being famous Most kings get driven so insane That they try to hit the same vein that Kurt Cobain did No dangers, so shameless Invited to the inner sanctum of your chambers Low chain 'em as the enemies approach So raise your draw bridge and drown them in the moat And the Spirit I'm evoking **Mumbles** Hold on [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Everybody screaming they want the old Hov But the new improved Hov hit like Albert Pujols Everybody wanna hear me talk that money like Phil Rizzuto But my mind is on Pluto Bills that I do fold, I now invest on Trying to find some loopholes in the IRS As where I used to have a few hoes I am just Concentrating on making a new Hov through s** I've awakened just in time to school those putos Trying to follow in my shoes with j**els froze Better adhere to this text 'fore you go Broke, spending more than you've accrued on silly baguettes I know silly begets silly you'll learn on your own At least my conscience is clear, I'm no longer steering you wrong Ain't nothing wrong with baguettes after you get a home Take care of your home, you can go back and **Ugh!** [Verse 4: Jay-Z] I'm getting courted by the bosses The Edgars And Doug Morris-es-es Jimmy I's and Lyors-es -- it's Gotta be more than the choruses They respecting my mind now Just a matter of time now Operation: Takeover Corporate Makeover offices-es-es then takeover all of it Please may these words be recorded To serve as testimony that I saw it all before it Came to fruition, sort of a premonition Uncontrollable hustler's ambition Alias Superstition, like Stevie The writing's on the wall like my lady, right baby? Saw it all before, some of y'all thought I was crazy, maybe Like a fox, I'm cagey, ah-ah The more successful, the more stressful The more and more I transform to Gordon Gekko In the race to a billion got my face to the ceiling Got my knees on the floor please Lord forgive him Has he lost his religion, is the greed gon' get him? He's having heaven on earth, will his wings still fit him? I got the Forbes on my living room floor And I'm still talking to the poor, n***a I want more TIME's most influential, was impressive 'Specially since I wasn't in the artist section Had me with the builders and the titans Had me right with Rupert Murdoch Billionaire boys and some dudes you never heard of Word up on Madison Ave is I'm a cash cow Word down on Wall Street, homie, you get the cash out IPO Hov, no need for reverse merger The boy money talk no need to converse further The baby blue Maybach like I own Gerber Boardroom I'm lifting ya skirt up