JAY-Z — Blue Magic A Cappella

[Intro: Jay-Z] Roc-A-Fella Records The imperial Skateboard P Great Hova Y'all already know what it is! (Oh shit!) C'mon! (Woooo!) Yeah [Verse 1: Jay-Z] So what if you flip a couple words? I could triple that in birds Open your mind, you see the circus in the sky I'm Ringling Brothers, Barnum & Bailey with the pies No matter how you slice it, I'm your motherfuckin' guy And just like a b-boy with 360 waves Do the same with the pot, still come back beige Whether right or southpaw, whether pot or the jar Whip it around, it still comes back hard So easily do I W-H-I-P My repetition with wristses'll bring the kilo bidness I got Creole C.O. bitchеs for my niggas Who slipped, became prisonеrs, treats taped to the visitors You already know what the bid-ness is Unnecessary conversary, boy, we live this shit Niggas wanna bring the '80s back That's okay with me, that's where they made me at Except I don't write on the wall I write my name in the history books, hustlin' in the hall Nah, I don't spin on my head I spin my work in the pot, so I can spend my bread [Chorus: Jay-Z & Pharrell] And I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it I ain't talkin' about it, I'm livin' it I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it G—G—G—Get— Get— Get it, boy Don't waste your time Fighting the life Stay your course And you'll understand (Get it, boy) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] It's '87 state of mind that I'm in (mind that I'm in) In my prime, so for that time, I'm Rakim (I'm Rakim) If it wasn't for the crime that I was in But I wouldn't be the guy who rhymes it is that I'm in (that I'm in) No pain, no profit P, I repeat if you show me where the pot is (pot is) Cherry M3's with the top back (top back) Red and green G's all on my hat North Beach leathers, matching Gucci sweater Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain Can't you tell that I came from the dope game? Blame Reagan for making me into a monster Blame Oliver North and Iran-Contra I ran contraband that they sponsored Before this rhymin' stuff we was in concert [Chorus: Jay-Z & Pharrell] And I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it I ain't talkin' about it, I'm livin' it I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it G—G—G—Get— Get— Get it, boy Don't waste your time Fighting the life Stay your course And you'll understand (Get it, boy) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Ugh, push Money over broads, you got it—fuck Bush Chef, guess what I cooked? Baked a lot of bread and kept it off the books Rockstar, look Way before the bars, my picture was getting took Feds, they like wack rappers Try as they may, they couldn't get me on the hook, ugh D.A. wanna indict me 'Cause fishscale's in my veins like a Pisces The Pyrex pot, rolled up my sleeves Turn one into two like a Siamese twin When it end, I'ma stand as a man Never dying on my knees, last of a dying breed So let the champagne pop I partied for a while; now, I'm back to the block [Chorus: Jay-Z & Pharrell] And I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it I ain't talkin' about it, I'm livin' it I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it G—G—G—Get— Get— Get it, boy Don't waste your time Fighting the life Stay your course And you'll understand (Get it, boy) [Outro: Denzel Washington from American Gangster] "Blue Magic"—that's a brand name. Like "Pepsi"—that's a brand name. I stand behind it. I guarantee it. They know that, even if they don't know me any more than they know the— the Chairman of General Mills. My man...