Karaoké Public Service Announcement (Interlude) Jay-Z

This is a public service announcement

Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records

Fellow Americans

It is with the utmost pride and sincerity that I present this recording

As a living testament and recollection of history

Ahem in the making during our generation

Huh

Allow me to reintroduce myself

My name is Hov

H to the O-V

I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z

I guess even back then you can call me

CEO of the R-O-C, Hov

Fresh out the fryin' pan into the fire

I be the music biz number one supplier

Flier than a piece of paper bearin' my name

Got the hottest chick in the game wearin' my chain

That's right Hov

Not DOC

But similar to them letters

No One Can Do it Better

I check cheddar like a food inspector

My homey Strict told me

Dude finish your breakfast

So that's what Imma do

Take you back to the dude with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace

Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this

I shoot at you actors like movie directors

This ain't a movie dog

Now before I finish

Let me just say

I did not come here to show out

Did not come here to impress you

Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I'm gone

And I don't care what you think about me

But just remember

When it hits the fan brother

Whether it's next year, ten years

Twenty years from now

You'll never be able to say that these brothers lied to you Jack

Ving ain't lie

I done came through the block in everything that's fly

I'm like

Che Guevara with bling on

I'm complex

I never claimed to have wings on

Nigga I get my by-any-means on whenever there's a drought

Get your umbrellas out because that's when I brainstorm

You can blame Shawn but I ain't invent the game

I just rolled the dice

Tryin' to get some change

And I do it twice

Ain't no sense in me lyin' as if

I am a different man

And I could blame my environment but there ain't no reason why

I be buyin' expensive chains

Hope you don't think users are the only abusers

Niggas gettin' high within the game

If you do then how would you explain

I'm ten years removed

Still the vibe is in my veins

I got a hustler spirit nigga period

Check out my hat

Yo peep the way I wear it

Check out my swag

Yo I walk like a ballplayer

No matter where you go you are what you are player

And you can try to change but that's just the top layer

Man you was who you was 'fore you got here

Only God can judge me so I'm gone

Either love me or leave me alone