Intro/A Million and One Questions/Rhyme No More

Christopher Edward Martin, Shawn Carter

Somebody's pulling me closer to the ground
I ain't panicked, I been here before
Seems like only yesterday when I got up on that stage
In front of that crowd
And showed them who was who, and what was what
Man look at these suckers
I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustler
It just so happens that I know how to rap
Okay, I'm reloaded

Uh-huh, I did it again niggas
Fucked up, right? I know
I know what y'all niggas asking yourself
Is he gon' ever fall off?
No

A lot of speculation
On the monies I've made, honeys I've slayed
How is he for real? Is that nigga really paid?
Hustlers I've met or, dealt with direct
Is it true he stayed in beef and slept with a TEC?
What's the position you hold?
Can you really match a triple platinum artist buck by buck
By only a single goin' gold?
Roc-A-Fella should fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O?
For the millionth time askin' me
Questions like Wendy Williams, harassing me
Then get upset when I catch feelings
Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that minute you leave
While I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinning on my sleeve
Uh, nice watch, do you really have a spot?
Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what block?
What you doing in L.A., with Filipinos and ese's
Latinos and Chevy's, down by Pico with Frederico
I answer all your questions but then y'all got to go
Now the question I ask you is how bad you wanna know?
Blaow

Roc-A-Fella y'all, uh
Know my style

Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more
'Til I'm no more, 'cause I'm so raw
My flow expose holes that they find in yours
Wasn't for me, niggas still be dying for whores
But I hate when a nigga sit back, admiring yours
Young blood you better get that, we frying because
Niggas don't want to be confined to riding the iron horse
And don't listen to the rappers yo, they dying to floss
I used to be O.T., applying the force
Shoot up the whole block, then the iron I toss
Come back with the clique playing Diana Ross
I'm the boss and this is how it's gon' be
Burnt the turnpike, wild miles on the V
I got mouths to feed 'til they put flowers on me
And kiss my cold cheek, chicks crying like I was Cochise
Tombstone read 'He was holdin' no leaks'
Started from the crack game and then so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the OG
On MTV, telling em how I sold D
And used to back work up out of apartment 4-B
Me and my homie, started out co-d's
Picked the mailbox lock 'cause I ain't have no key
Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz made 'Sophie'
Then I went low key, but now I'm back it's on
Motherfuckers

Jigga, uh-huh, yeah
Roc-A-Fella y'all, uh
Uhh, feel this

Curiosités sur la chanson Intro/A Million and One Questions/Rhyme No More de Jay-Z

Quand la chanson “Intro/A Million and One Questions/Rhyme No More” a-t-elle été lancée par Jay-Z?
La chanson Intro/A Million and One Questions/Rhyme No More a été lancée en 1997, sur l’album “In My Lifetime, Vol. 1”.
Qui a composé la chanson “Intro/A Million and One Questions/Rhyme No More” de Jay-Z?
La chanson “Intro/A Million and One Questions/Rhyme No More” de Jay-Z a été composée par Christopher Edward Martin, Shawn Carter.

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