Jay-Z - We Made It Lyrics
[Intro: Eastbound & Down (Kenny Powers)]The only thing I'm seeing I'd like to put an amend on, perhaps a little more room here for the fixins. You know what I'm talkin' about? Oh, we gon' have a lot of fixins. We gonna have so many *****ing fixins up in this mother*****er, this shit gon' go through the roof. Got damn I'm shittin' gold these days[Soulja Boy]We made itWe made it[Verse 1: Jay Electronica]The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they labeled meBut they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from slaveryApologies go out to all of my fans cause they waited so patientlyThis one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels that prayed for meA milli, a milli, niggas love me cause I'm illThe greatest story ever told, niggas in the fieldFrom Solomon to Sambo to Django, it's factI'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it from the wheelThe son of WD, who hung around in the DWho ran around in the threeThe trap gods raised meFace all on the SphinxStory all in the wall of the pyramidsNiggas know the Black God saved meYou can blow the nose off, that won't change itObamacare won't heal all that anguishWe came a long way from the bottom of the boatAll praise to the Mahdi, we found our languageGold necklace, middle finger erectedGod tribe of Shabazz stylin' on the recordLost sons of Muhammad, we wildin' in the wreckageAsha du illah illaha is the messageAll these niggas, I got to fight oneAll these devils, I got to strike someAll these rebels just waitin' on the war cryMama said: "son, you got to strike drum"Roc Nation, celebrationMotivation, elevationNigga we made it from slaves on a slaveshipLive from the cotton fields, straight to the spaceship[Interlude: Kenny Powers]Kinda makes me wonder why the hell so many people are tryna tell me to slow down. Seems like mother*****ers should be shuttin' the hell up and enjoyin' the show[Verse 2: Jay Z]Hop off the slave shipPopped off my chain and took it to Jacob, I got it gold platedWalked in that ***** like "Nigga we made it!"I own my own masters, you know I ain't missin' no royalty statementsI can't be rated (God, God), damn Hov stunt on them hatersSorry Mrs. Drizzy for so much art talkSilly me rappin' 'bout shit that I really boughtWhile these rappers rap about guns they ain't shotAnd a bunch of other silly shit that they ain't gotI'm on my Lupita Nyong'oStuntin' on stage, after 12 Years A SlaveThis Ace of Spades look like an OscarBlack tux, look like a mobsterDon't make me RRRRAA yah, nigga watch your toneI come to court with black boxers onY'all hella jealous of my melatoninI could black out at any given momentI'm God, G is the seventh letter madeSo when my arms & feet shackled I still get paidAll praises dueI'm ready to chase the Yakub back into cavesThese are the last days, but do I seem fazed?Showed up to the last supper in some brand new J'sI'm the true and livin', book of HovNew religion, 8th wonder of the world, alien, superstitionYou're blind, babyBlind to the fact of who you are maybeMy bloodline's crazyKings and queens and Michael Jordan ringsI go stupido, sucioThe flow is filthy, y'all can't kill meI've been inoculated from the snakes and the fakesThe corny handshakes, ***** sucker we made it
