Lyrics:

This is a public service announcement

Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records



'Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity

that I present this recording, as a living testiment and recollection

of history in the making during our generation.'



[Jay-Z]

Allow me to re-introduce myself

My name is Hov', OH, H-to-the-O-V

I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z

I guess even back then you can call me

CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'!

Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire

I be the, music biz number one supplier

Flyer/flier than a piece of paper bearin my name

Got the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that's right

Hov', OH - not D.O.C.

But similar to them letters, 'No One Can Do it Better'

I check cheddar like a food inspector

My homey Strict told me, 'Dude finish your breakfast'

So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude

with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace

Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this

I shoot at you actors like movie directors {*laughing*

This ain't a movie dog (oh shit)



'Now before I finish, let me just say

I did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress you

Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I'm GONE!

And I don't care WHAT you think about me - but just remember,

when it hits the fan brother, whether it's next year, ten years,

twenty years from now, you're gonna be able to say

that these brothers lied to you JACK!'



[Jay-Z]

Ving ain't lie

I done came through the block in everything that's fly

I'm like, Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex

I never claimed to have wings on

Nigga I get mine - by any means on whenever there's a drought

Get your umbrellas out because, that's when I brainstorm

You can blame Shawn, but I ain't invent the game

I just rolled the dice, tryin to get some change

And I do it twice, ain't no sense in me

lyin as if, I am a different man

And I could blame my environment but

there ain't no reason why I be buyin expensive chains

Hope you don't think youse as hardy

Only a fews-us niggaz, gettin high within the game

If you do then, how would you explain?

I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins

I got a hustler spirit, nigga period

Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it

Check out my swag' yo, I walk like a ballplayer

No matter where you go, you are what you are player

And you can try to change but that's just as hot player

Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here

Only God can judge me, so I'm gone

Either love me, or leave me alone



* Now, back to our regular scheduled program *

-- 'Le Album Noir' - 'The Black Album' --