Jay-Z – Takeover

Download clean flac vinyl LP mp3 audio song by Jay Z and this amazing music is titled “Takeover”.

Actually this amazing song is popped out of his album which is titled ‘The Blueprint’ and other was released in the year 2001.

 

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Bus’ it

We gon’ go through a couple of things tonight

We gon’ go- we gon’ party, of course

Go through some ‘motional songs, we gon’ take it all the way back for y’all

Then we gon’ keep it in the truest essence of hip-hop: the battle

We gotta keep it at the battle, right y’all?

Y’all ready for that?

Alright

Let’s do it

Lemme hear y’all

R.O.C., we running this rap sh-

Memphis Bleek, we running this rap sh-

B. Sigel, we running this rap shit

Uh, uh, uh, yeah

Freeway, we runnin’ this rap sh-

O and Sparks, we runnin’ this rap sh-

Chris and Neef, we runnin’ this rap shit

The takeover, the break’s over, homie

God MC, me (Jay-Hova)

Hey lil’ soldier, you ain’t ready for war

R.O.C. too strong for y’all

It’s like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test

Your chest in the line of fire with your thin-ass vest

You bringing them boys to men, how them boys gon’ win?

This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage, bi-atch

Your reach ain’t long enough, dunny

Your peeps ain’t strong enough, uh-uh

Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy

Sure, we will kidnap your babies, spit at your lady

We bring knife to fistfight, kill your Grandma

We kill you iddy bitty ants with a sledgehammer

Don’t let me do it to ’em, dunny, ’cause I overdo it

So he won’t confuse it with just rap music

R.O.C., we running this rap sh-

B. Sigel we running this rap sh-

M Easy, running this rap sh-

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens, that’s it

Freeway, we running this rap sh-

O and Sparks, we running this rap sh-

Chris and Neef, we running this rap shh

(Watch out! We run New York!)

I don’t care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews

You little, I got money stacks bigger than you

When I was pushing weight, back in ’88

You was a ballerina, I got the pictures, I seen ya

Then you dropped “Shook Ones, ” switched your demeanor

Well, we don’t believe you, you need more people

Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the class

‘Cause nobody can read you dudes like we do

Don’t let ’em gas you, like, “Jigga is ass and won’t clap you”

Trust me on this one, I’ll detach you

Mind from spirit, body from soul

They’ll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole

Oh no, you’re not on my level, get your brakes tweaked

I sold what your whole album sold in my first week

You guys don’t want it with Hov

Ask Nas, he don’t want it with Hov, no!

R.O.C., we running this rap sh-

B. Sigel we running this rap sh-

M Easy, we running this rap sh-

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens, that’s it

Freeway, we running this rap sh-

O and Sparks, we running this rap sh-

Chris and Neef, we running this rap sh-

(Watch out! We run New York)

I know you miss it, Nas, the (fame!)

But along with celebrity comes ’bout seventy shots to your frame, homie

You’s a (lame!)

Know you’s the fag model for Karl Kani, Esco ads

Went from Nasty Nas to Esco’s trash

Had a spark when you started but now you’re just garbage

Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all

To your bodyguard’s Oochie Wally’s verse better than yours

Matter of fact you had the worst flow on the whole entire song

But I know the sun don’t shine, then son don’t shine

That’s why your (lame) career’s come to an end

It’s only so long fake thugs can pretend

Homie, you ain’t live it, you witnessed it from your folks’ pad

You scribbled it in your notepad and created your life

I showed you your first TEC, on tour with Large Professor

Then I heard your album ’bout your TEC on the dresser

So yeah, I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong

You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song

And you ain’t get a coin, homie, you was getting plugged then

I know who I paid, God, Serchlite Publishing

Use your (brain!)

You said you’ve been in this ten, I’ve been in it five, smarten up, Nas

Four albums in ten years, homie? I could divide

That’s one every two, two of them things was due

One was (nah), the other was Illmatic

That’s a one-hot-album-every-ten-year average

And that’s so (lame)

Homie, switch up your flow

Your shit is garbage, what you trying to kick, knowledge?

You cats gonna learn to respect the king

Don’t be the next contestant on that Unplugged screen

Because you-know-(who) did you-know-what with you-know-who

But let’s keep that between me and you, ma

R.O.C., we running this rap sh-

B. Sigel, running this rap sh-

M Easy, running this rap sh-

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens, that’s it

Freeway, we running this rap sh-

O and Sparks, we running this rap sh-

Chris and Neef, we running this rap sh-

(Watch out! We run New York)

R.O.C