[Jay-Z is talking through the hook]
Let me twist you with something real, real tight right here. Zone out with your dog. If you don’t smoke grab your son that can’t mix it up right. If you don’t smoke or drink just light incense. Close your eyes… vibe with me. I want y’all to really hear me.

I speak through music, I read you dudes
We can get deep in the dirt in cleat shoes
I refuse to lose
I peep you creeps three months in advance
I see right through you Judas
the man that I am and you don’t know
The harder you go at me the harder I flow - lets do this
I’m just a mirror reflecting your image
the minute you switch up your face I pick up the pace - there’s nothing to it
pull hammers from my waist we can clap at this amateur pace
if that’s what’s cracking or we can play this on automaton
Can you even fathom not having the fear in the world?
I’m cool in my afterlife if I’m reading these chapters right
Please what have you I breeze through Matthews
Bleed if I have to you cowards die a thousand deaths
Fake thugs face down on your housing steps
Are you even getting this message, I ain’t being aggressive
But if you’re testing my life then (shh) I gotta answer
Gotta cut off the cancer
Young’un, pull your pants up
You gettin too big for your britches, you fucking with a dude that did it with digits
Breathing’s a privilege…
Don’t you know? -
when you defeated
Won’t you throw? -
throw in the towel I’m better with vowels
I’m a man of principle, near invisible
In my own mind, now that my soul’s aligned
Didn’t know before now my role’s defined
To take hold and control of what’s mine (come and get me!)
Come and take my life you coming with me
Come and try to take me for granted I take you off this planet…
Wait a minute man, this is a gift from God
This ain’t half a stance and your arms are too short to box
Plus we knuckled up unorthodox
You can’t take me off my grind get off my cock
What you thought? It’s the Roc (hook: I hear the…)
Back in the mix in the scuffle since ‘86 I was sick with hustle
Get a couple of chicks to touch you
Featherweight, God don’t ever hate on the brothers (breathless laughter)

[Jay-Z talking]
Just playing with you, I’ma stop now
I ain’t gotta sell another record in my life
The Blueprint II baby, see y’all November.

(hook fades out)