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Con: Jay-Z
[Intro - Missy Elliott] {*w/ echoes*} Hey yo
Hov.. tell em Hip-Hop better wake up
[Jay-Z] Yeah! Turn the muh'fucking music up!
Breezy! Yeah! Turn the muh'fucking music up!
[Verse 1 - Missy Elliott] Motherfuckers better
wake up Stop selling crack to the blacks Hope ya
brought a spare for ya flat Cain has sent me
talking real facts Down the hill like Jill and
Jack Got speak what yo weak mind lacks Ya heard
that? I'm creative to the fullest "Whachu
talking bout Willis?" Cause you talk it
never kill it I hear but don't feel it Thou
ain't realest, ya just sweet meat in the village
Yeah I'm a Don Diva Don Niva Y'all not seen her,
heater squeezed into a wife beater Yep I'm a top
leader, I got the Martin Luther King fever I'm a
feed ya whacha teacha' need to preach ya It's
time to get serious, black people all areas Who
gon carry us? It ain't time to bury us Cause
music be our first love, say 'I Do' let's cherish
it
[Chorus - Missy Elliott] If you don't got a gun
(it's all right) It you makin legal money (it's
all right) If you got to keep your clothes on
(it's all right) You ain't got a cellular phone
(it's all right) And your wheels don't spin (it's
all right) And you gotta wear them jeans again
(it's all right) Yeah, if you tried oh well (it's
all right) Emcees stop the beef, let's sell (it's
all right)
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[Verse 2 - Missy Elliott] Hip-Hop better wake
up, the bed to make ups Some of y'all be faker
than the dragon make up Got issues to take up,
before we break up Like Electra let go, Missy
need a baker I love Jacob, but jewelry won't fix
my place up Gotta stay up, studio nights to cake
up Now check my flavor, rich folks is now my
neighbors I got cable, now check out how I made
my paper Hip-Hop don't stop, be my Lifesaver
Like Kobe and Shaq if they left Lakers I'm like
an elevator DJ on the crossfader Black people
wake up I'll see your ass later
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Jay-Z] + (Missy) I need rims that
don't listen and a booming system First piece of
change I see, I'm gon get one 7:45 - no lights to
drive I ain't even got a home, I guess I'll live
in my ride Fuck it!... ("rewind" -
*echoes*) "I can hear myself, but I can't
feel myself I'm wanna feel myself like
Tweet" 7:45 - no lights to drive I ain't
even got a home, I guess I'll live in my ride
Fuck it, couple karats in the ear won't hurt Need
a nice chain, laying on this thousand dollar shirt
Ivizu Jeans cover the rectum, my kick game just
like David Beckham Anybody in my way, I wet them
I'ma be this way till the cops come catch 'em
Till detectives sketch em On the sidewalk wit
chalk, New York's infections Till I got taught a
lesson Couple niggas gone, couple went
Corrections, Hillary got ten Till I got fifteen,
nigga even my kin Got five years bringin nineteen
in But just think I used to think like them Now
they gotta live through the pictures that I send
them in the pen Hope you don't start ya life
where I end... WAKE UP!
[*"Wake Up" - repeated to chorus*]
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