JAY-Z — Greatest MC

[Verse 1] As soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a savage And no one don't have it, I get it together like a marriage I see you know rappers, I'm on my Ps and Qs and carrots Y'all don't understand well goddamn, don't y'all know my status? I'm flowin' the baddest, the baddest, I'm the baddest No need to explain, my name the only thing that matters When suckers who bite me, they find I'm a bit much to swallow You're thinkin' it's hollow, the rhythm is rough and r-rugged to follow It hit you like bam biggity bam bam biggity bam The kid is a wizard, I'm definitely destined to make 8 digits Met up with G Rap on the road to riches As soon as I step up, will never remember Whatever I touch, whatever I touch you know I'm gonna injure That nigga don't play, hey, that nigga'll slay So wiggle away, hey, you gotta dig that nigga Jay [Hook] I'm the greatest MC, I'm the greatest MC in the world I'm the greatest MC, I'm the greatest MC in the world [Verse 2] I be thorough in every borough, my name be ringin' With drug slingin' and doin' my thing and fuck that Boot-knockin' so lady be jockin', my money be flippin' I see you peekin' when I'm freakin', nigga stop rippin' I got the ideal skills for real 6 digits before I had a deal, son chill Who's that? With a tip of the melodramatic the crew's back I [?] the way I dos that Better at rippin' it, flowin', kickin' the fly shit For [?] I'm givin' a bit of advice, slice Don't even try that shit I got skills 'til it's unreal Broken down, I'm speedin' it up to 180 thousand trillion mil' So what it was said about a brotha bein' as nice as me Y'all know that shit is dead, right? That shit is dead Why ask why when the shit sound this fly? [Hook] x2 [Verse 3] Here I come, ag-ga-ga-gain, I run up-up-up-in Niggas who don't do duckin', I will bu-buck and, fuck it I'm wild Budda-boo-boom-boom-bam What you niggas gonna do to the man? I see you brought your little crew, and? I'm still comin' with velocity, check it out Jidday Idday Whiddy Ziddy, eh-heh! And any you clowns fuckin' around Ain't none of you clowns stand your ground With the crown prince of the underground Sounds like I'm ready to catch wreck now, the heat's on Sweat now, Jay Z's on, be gone to the next town Punks jump up to get beat down, check it out, check it out, check it out Ladies be comin' [?] now This kid got skills It's a pity the way I'm rippin' rugged rhythm through the city Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-di-di I got rhythm, I, hit 'em with rhythm, I Hit 'em and split 'em, I did 'em, I get rid of them guys J-A, baby, baby, please give me Ps Baby baby, with crazy ease While Jay Z get crazy cheese I take a break then I slay, never bring in my way I'm cuttin' your shit short, hey, alright [Hook] x2