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[Jay-Z]Yeah, I know you just ripped the packaging off your CDIf you like me you readin the credits right nowIf you in your car, I don't care if it's winterI want you to put all your windows downZone out, buckle up, let's goHello it's Hova; that's right young'un the wait is overThe new millineum is upon us, the album is hereBefore we get into the shit, let's get a few things clearRappers with no relation:there's "Seven Degrees of Seperation" and I'm Kevin BaconThis is the murderer's versionJigga the shit, even when he rhyme in third personHova the God, I should be rappin with turbanHaters can't disturb him, waiters can't serve himMike Jordan of rap - outside J workinNow watch how quickly I drop 50I don't like playin, niggaz can't stick meNiggaz can not jam me, niggaz can't get meSlimmy at the Rucka wanna leave and spend with meI consistantly take em out the park like Ken GriffeyDo you believe? It's Hova the God[Pain In Da Ass]Makes you think about the people in your lifeThen I think about BIG; what'd he say if he was hereHe'd say, "Jay, what's it about? What's life about?If you don't go through as a man's a man"He'd say, "Suck it up, take the fall, do the time that's what makes you who you are, makes you what you are"How many years you been around this thing of ours?Commision, 125 yearsWhat's it about?It's about rules, parametersYou take the beatin for the friend you don't lay downyou don't betray who you are, what you areYou gotta remember guys like Taj, Chill, Ran, EmoryThey don't roar, they don't rapYou know why? That's the rules, you don't break themYou was born to be somethin I wasn't even supposed to be.. humbleOkaay so you humble me now, what you got?You got a war, you got global war You got a worldwide crime syndicate nowThere's no rules, there's no parameters, there's no feelingsThere's no feelings for this gameSo.. five ten years from nowYou're gonna wish there was American CommisionFive ten years from now...They're gonna miss Jay-ZOahhhkayyyyy, I'm reloaded!!!!!more