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letra de jay z’s “we made it freestyle” - howard rambsy ii

[produced by purpdogg]

[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 f-cking fixins up in this motherf-cker, this sh-t gon’ go through the roof. got d-mn i’m sh-ttin’ gold these days

[soulja boy]
we made it
we made it

[verse 1: jay electronica]
the devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they labeled me
but they can’t relate to our struggle, my n-gga, we came up from slavery
apologies go out to all of my fans cause they waited so patiently
this one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels that prayed for me
a milli, a milli, n-ggas love me cause i’m ill
the greatest story ever told, n-ggas in the field
from solomon to sambo to django, it’s fact
i’m the farrakhan of rap and i get it from the wheel
the son of wd, who hung around in the d
who ran around in the three
the trap gods raised me
face all on the sphinx
story all in the wall of the pyramids
n-ggas know the black god saved me
you can blow the nose off, that won’t change it
obamacare won’t heal all that anguish
we came a long way from the bottom of the boat
all praise to the mahdi, we found our language
gold necklace, middle finger erected
god tribe of shabazz stylin’ on the record
lost sons of muhammad, we wildin’ in the wreckage
asha du illah illaha is the message
all these n-ggas, i got to fight one
all these devils, i got to strike some
all these rebels just waitin’ on the war cry
mama said: “son, you got to strike drum”
roc nation, celebration
motivation, elevation
n-gga we made it from slaves on a slaveship
live from the cotton fields, straight to the sp-ceship

[interlude: kenny powers]
kinda makes me wonder why the h-ll so many people are tryna tell me to slow down. seems like motherf-ckers should be shuttin’ the h-ll up and enjoyin’ the show

[verse 2: jay z]
hop off the slave ship
popped off my chain and took it to jacob, i got it gold plated
walked in that b-tch like “n-gga we made it!”
i own my own masters, you know i ain’t missin’ no royalty statements
i can’t be rated (god, god), d-mn hov stunt on them haters
sorry mr. drizzy for so much art talk
silly me rappin’ ’bout sh-t that i really bought
while these rappers rap about guns they ain’t shot
and a bunch of other silly sh-t that they ain’t got
i’m on my lupita nyong’o
stuntin’ on stage, got the 12 years a slave
this ace of spades look like an oscar
black tux, look like a mobster
don’t make me rrrraa yah, n-gga watch your tone
i come to court with black boxers on
y’all h-lla jealous of my melatonin
i could black out at any given moment
i’m god, g is the seventh letter made
so when my arms & feet shackled i still get paid
all praises due
i’m ready to chase the yakub back into caves
these are the last days, but do i seem fazed?
showed up to the last supper in some brand new j’s
i’m the true and livin’, book of hov
new religion, 8th wonder of the world, alien, superst-tion
you’re blind, baby
blind to the fact of who you are maybe
my bloodline’s crazy
kings and queens and michael jordan rings
i go stupido, sucio
the flow is filthy, y’all can’t k!ll me
i’ve been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
the corny handshakes, c-ck sucker we made it

- howard rambsy ii

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