Have you ever heard the tale of
The noblest of gentlemen who rose up from squalor?
Tall, dark, and decked out in customary regalia
Smellin' like paraphernalia
Have you ever heard the tale of
The noblest of gentlemen who rose up from squalor?
Tall, dark, and decked out in customary regalia
Smellin' like paraphernalia
Hailin' from the home of Mahalia
His uptown smile was gold like a Frankie Beverly day
His favorite song from Prince was not "Raspberry Beret"
It was "Sometimes It Snows In April"
He was brought up by the faithful
In the cage of every unclean bird, ungrateful and hateful
The legend of the clandestine reverend from the Bricks
With the master's grip to pull the sleeping giant out the ditch
And I ain't even have to wiggle my nose like Bewitched
I just up-shift to six, convert the V4 to a broomstick
Though I tarry through the valley of death, my Lord give me pasture
If you want to be a master in life, you must submit to a master
I was born to lock horns with the Devil at the brink of the hereafter
Me, the socket, the plug, and universal adapter
The prodigal son who went from his own vomit
To the top of the mountain with five pillars and a sonnet
The autobiography read Quranic
Spread love like Kermit the Frog, that permeate the fog
I'm at war like the Dukes of Hazard against the Bosses of the Hogs
Gip-Gip-Giggity, Alchemist put the icing on the soliloquy
Let it be forever known that I niced up to pen something considerably
Jay Electollah Flomeini mainly is support mainly
The fatwa he issued on al-Shayṭān was delivered plainly
It's the day of Qiyāmah
To the believers, I bring you tidings of joy
But if you want beef, I'll filet mignon ya
You could catch me bummy as fuck or decked out in designer
On I-10 West to the desert, on a Diavel like a recliner
Listen to everything from a lecture
From the honorable minister Louis Farrakhan
To Serge Gainsbourg or Madonna or a podcast on piranhas
What a time we livin' in, just like the scripture says
Earthquakes, fires, and plagues, the resurrection of the dead
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
I'm a miracle born with imperial features
I'm a page turner, sage burner, Santeria
Chongón, December baby, my Orishas
Saint Hov, story takes place in ancient Egypt
They'll cut off the nose to spite their face, they'll steal ya Jesus
I can't tell Hattie White that blue-eyed version is make believe stuff
She throw me out the house, say, "Ye deliver us from this heathen"
I say that to Ms. Tina, she'll sneeze at sun, her photic reflex
They both had straighten combs, little did they know
I hold the heat next
Neither two, can be used to fix our defects
P.S. we born perfect, fuck all the B.S
Everybody wanna be us for real, we just gotta see us
Insha'Allah
[Outro: The-Dream]
I tried to turn a page, over a zillion times
你听说过的故事
绅士谁从肮脏起来的高贵？
身材高大，皮肤黝黑，习惯王权挂满了
Smellin就像用具
海林从Mahalia的家
他住宅区的笑容是金像富康羊羊一天
他从王子最喜欢的歌曲是不是“莓贝雷帽”
这是“有时下雪四月”
他完全是靠忠实
在每一个污秽的鸟的笼子，忘恩负义，可恨
从砖秘密可敬的传说
随着主人的握拉沉睡的巨人出沟
我是不是甚至扭动我的鼻子像迷惑
我刚刚升档到六，转换V4到扫帚
虽然我通过死亡之谷住下，我的上帝给我的牧场
如果你想在生活中的高手，你必须向主
我出生与魔鬼喇叭锁在此后的边缘
我，插座，插头和通用适配器
浪子谁从他自己的呕吐物去
到山顶有五大支柱和一首十四行诗
该自传读古兰经
分享你的爱像青蛙柯密特，即透过迷雾
我在喜欢危险的战争公爵对猪的老板
GIP-GIP-Giggity，炼金术士把结冰的独白
让它永远知道我niced高达笔相当的东西
周杰伦Electollah Flomeini主要是支持主要
他对Al-Shayṭān颁布教令是明明白白交付
这是Qiyāmah的一天
为了信徒，我给你带来福音的喜悦
但是，如果你要牛肉，我会菲力牛排雅
你可以追我bummy作为他妈的或设计师挂满了
在I-10西到沙漠，在Diavel像躺椅
听一切从演讲
从高尚的大臣路易斯Farrakhan
要赛日·甘斯布或麦当娜或食人鱼播客
我们在活着的话，一时间就像圣经上说：
地震，火灾，和瘟疫，死人复活
[诗2：Jay-Z的]
天生我材必有用Imperial有奇迹
我是一个页面车工，鼠尾草刻录机，萨泰里阿
Chongón，月的宝宝，我的Orishas
圣霍夫，故事发生在古埃及
他们将鼻子切断，尽管他们面前，他们会偷雅耶稣
我不能告诉海蒂了白色蓝眼睛的版本是虚构的东西
她把我赶出家门，说，“你们从这个异教徒拯救我们”
我说，蒂娜女士，她会在太阳打喷嚏，她的光的反射
他们都有整饬梳子，他们不知道
我持有的热量未来
无论是二，可以用来解决我们的缺陷
附：我们生而完美，他妈的所有B.S
每个人都希望成为我们真正的，我们只是得看我们
英沙真主
[结尾：该-梦]
我试图翻开新的一页，在无数次