[Intro/Chorus: Jay-Z samples scratched by Lil Jaz] Hold up, this ain't a #1 record Wrong, this ain't politically correct This might offend my political connects Stop your blood claat cryin The kid the don, everybody dyin Hold up, this ain't a #1 record (The music y'all makin gon' make it a great depression)
[Adam Bomb] Aiyyo, said farewell to my little bit of hope Now all I need's a chair and a little bit of rope Left a note, at the end of it I wrote "Does the world really need another sentimental quote?" Nope - so with my last autograph Kiss my ass on behalf of the innocent or broke Slide into a slope, headed all downhill Feelin so down filled I could shit a winter coat Then I awoke like a zombie out the grave with a voice sayin out of e'rybody you were saved Time to drink the water where you bathed, stop drownin in your sorrows take that flow and make tsunamis out a wave And stay Gandhi level brave, insight of Darwin Soul of Sam Cooke, mind of Carlin You the pilot on that first class flight to stardom Too ill to come in second, too real for a #1 record
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[D-Sisive] The planet spins, I stand still frozen A mannequin, they said Jeff lost his head again I crash land and hit the ground runnin with a torch Gone, not a single sound muttered from the mouths of the has-beens, once-upon-a-timers The ones who scribbled autographs on my rhyme book The ones I wanted to grow up to be And now this whole country can't FUCK with me No, I played the game and lost every penny that I tossed in the pocket of the dream sellers Now I'm broke in the wallet, but don't get me started on my legacy - dawg I'm already a legend And I'm far from the finish line I'm 14 minutes and 59 seconds from a 15 Decisive, jump from the heavens A Canadian idol, minus a #1 record
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