Yeah, I know you just ripped the packaging off your CD If you like me, you readin' the credits right now If you in your car, I don't care if it's winter I want you to put all your windows down
Zone out, buckle up, let's go Hello it's Hova, that's right young'un, the wait is over The new millennium is upon us, the album is here Before we get into the shit, let's get a few things clear
Rappers with no relation There's 'Seven Degrees of Separation' and I'm Kevin Bacon This is the murderer's version Jigga the shit, even when he rhyme in third person
Hova the God, I should be rappin' with the turban Haters can't disturb him, waiters can't serve him Mike Jordan of rap, outside J workin' Now watch how quickly I drop 50
I don't like playin', niggaz can't stick me Niggaz cannot jam me, niggaz can't get me Slimmy at the Rucka wanna leave and spend with me I consistently take 'em out the park like Ken Griffey
Do you believe? It's Hova the God Makes you think about the people in your life Then I think about BIG, what'd he say if he was here He'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?
Commission, 125 years What's it about? It's about rules, parameters You take the beatin' for the friend you don't lay down
You don't betray who you are, what you are You gotta remember guys like Taj, Chill, Ran, Emory They don't roar, they don't rap You know why? That's the rules, you don't break them
You was born to be somethin', I wasn't even supposed to be humble Okay, so you humble me now, what you got? You got a war, you got global war You got a worldwide crime syndicate now
There's no rules, there's no parameters, there's no feelings There's no feelings for this game So five, ten years from now You're gonna wish there was an American Commission
Five ten years from now They're gonna miss Jay-Z Okay, I'm reloaded