Jay Z verse on Meek Mill's Championships #WhatsFree Kanye ?
Jay and Rick went in.
i need to sit down and decipher Jay's verse for a min.....
In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved
Three-fifth's of a man I believe's the phrase
I'm 50% of D'usse and it's debt free (Yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B (Uh)
Roc Nation, half of that, that's my piece
Hunnid percent of Tidal to bust it up with my G's
Since most of my niggas won't ever work together
You run a cheque up but they never give you leverage
No red hat, don't Michael and Prince me and Ye
They separate you when you got Michael and Prince's DNA, uh
I ain't one of these house niggas you bought
My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
My spou- (C'mon man)
My route better of course
We started without food in our mouth
They gave us pork and pig intestines
Shit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave
You came back, reinvested and gentrified it
Took nigga's sense of pride
Now how that's free?
And the people stole their soul and hit niggas with 360's
I ain't got a billion streams, got a billion dollars
Inflating numbers like we 'posed to be happy about this
We was praisin' Billboard but we were young
Now I look at Billboard like 'Is you dumb?'
To this day, Grandma 'fraid of what I might say
They gon' have to kill me Grandmama, I'm not they slave (Ha-ha-ha)
Check out the bizarre rappin' style used by me the HOV
Look at my hair free, care free
Niggas ain't near free
Enjoy your chains, whats your employer name with the hair piece?
I survived the hood, can't no Shaytan rob me
My accountant's so good I'm practically livin' tax free
Factory, that's me
Sold drugs, got away scot-free
That's a CC, E-copy
Guilt free, still me
And they expect me to not feel a way to this day
You would say y’all kill me
Sucker free, no shuckin me
I don't jive turkey
Say “Happy Thanksgiving"
Shit sound like murder to me
Smoke free
All of y'all calling out toll free
Labels rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me
Sugar free, seasoned but I'm salt free
Lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for free
I promise World War three
Send an order through a hands free, kill you in 24 hours or shorter you can't ignore the hand speed
On god, it's off the head this improv
But it's no comedy
Sign I fail, hell naw (Ha-ha)
i need to sit down and decipher Jay's verse for a min.....
In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved
Three-fifth's of a man I believe's the phrase
I'm 50% of D'usse and it's debt free (Yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B (Uh)
Roc Nation, half of that, that's my piece
Hunnid percent of Tidal to bust it up with my G's
Since most of my niggas won't ever work together
You run a cheque up but they never give you leverage
No red hat, don't Michael and Prince me and Ye
They separate you when you got Michael and Prince's DNA, uh
I ain't one of these house niggas you bought
My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
My spou- (C'mon man)
My route better of course
We started without food in our mouth
They gave us pork and pig intestines
Shit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave
You came back, reinvested and gentrified it
Took nigga's sense of pride
Now how that's free?
And the people stole their soul and hit niggas with 360's
I ain't got a billion streams, got a billion dollars
Inflating numbers like we 'posed to be happy about this
We was praisin' Billboard but we were young
Now I look at Billboard like 'Is you dumb?'
To this day, Grandma 'fraid of what I might say
They gon' have to kill me Grandmama, I'm not they slave (Ha-ha-ha)
Check out the bizarre rappin' style used by me the HOV
Look at my hair free, care free
Niggas ain't near free
Enjoy your chains, whats your employer name with the hair piece?
I survived the hood, can't no Shaytan rob me
My accountant's so good I'm practically livin' tax free
Factory, that's me
Sold drugs, got away scot-free
That's a CC, E-copy
Guilt free, still me
And they expect me to not feel a way to this day
You would say y’all kill me
Sucker free, no shuckin me
I don't jive turkey
Say “Happy Thanksgiving"
Shit sound like murder to me
Smoke free
All of y'all calling out toll free
Labels rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me
Sugar free, seasoned but I'm salt free
Lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for free
I promise World War three
Send an order through a hands free, kill you in 24 hours or shorter you can't ignore the hand speed
On god, it's off the head this improv
But it's no comedy
Sign I fail, hell naw (Ha-ha)
he could've just said this and then let the instrumental play
"Labels rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me"
"Labels rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me"
Prince and Micheal did have a lil rivalry. I shall not call it beef, but it wasn't all good between them.
What do you mean? There is still doubts about the state of the their friendship.
Michael and Prince never had problems with each other.
Michael and Prince never had problems with each other.
“......don't Michael and Prince me and Ye.....”
If there anymore doubts about the state of their friendship.
good shit!
And they STILL don't hear you Hov.
I find it VERY interesting that an ENTIRE generation of current music fans AND artists claim that lyrics are no longer important
keep talking about beats and waves...
yet they dissect (incorrectly most of the time)
the most lyrical artists in the history of the genre of music that they PROFIT OFF OF
but REFUSE to acknowledge the HISTORY of.
Lyrics are a mood at this point.
as a producer...
do you think that makes it MORE difficult to craft music that will survive and thrive in this climate?
Was that before or after Mike tried to make get Prince to embarrass himself at the James Brown concert? Or was it after Prince tried to run over MJ that same night? That's all according to Quincy Jones who was there.
https://www.bet.com/music/2018/01/30/prince-michael-jackson-voodoo.html
i am not surprised. Look at the music that people think are hot these days. Not one great quotable to be found. Unless you are Cole or Kendrick, or one of the other rappers that don't get any radio play, you wont get any great lyrics. Most of these rappers are catchy and can flow over a hot beat, but if you actually listen to what they are saying, it's not hot. I'm not gonna name names, but some rappers/groups that people think are all time greats, can't hold a candle to some of the best lyricists of all time. Yeah, they sell, but that doesn't mean you are more talented. Half these rappers out are 2-dimensional. They can only talk about money (i.e. cars, clothes, etc) and women. Some are incapable of telling a story or possessing the gift of having the listener actually think about their lyrics (i.e. BIG, Jay, Pac, Ghost). Back in the day, when people rewinded a song it was to catch something that was said. Now a days, no on cares. Just corny punchlines and beats, that's all we get now.
agreed
but I think it is a SPECIAL class to be able to be lyrical and still entertaining and "pop"
that is NOT an easy feat hell in ANY genre of music.
Was Rick Ross not dissing him in this song? Album still is weak in my opinion.
Anybody got a version with Meek NOT on it?