"Shyea/I'm right here, in my chair/With my crown and my dear/Queen B, as I share/Mic time with my heir/Young Carter, go farther/Go further, go harder/Is that not why we came?/And if not, then why bother?/Show no mercy ta Murciélagos/Far from being the bastard that Marcy had fathered/Now my name's been mentioned with the Martyrs/The Biggie's and the Pac's, and the Marley's and the Marcus'/Garvey, got me a molotov cocktail/Flow, even if you box well, can't stop the blows/Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room/The Dopeboy just came off the spoon/Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto-/Pilot, where guys just, stare at my wardrobe/I see Euros, that's right, plural/I took so much change from this Rap game it's your go/Young!"
-Jay-Z, "Mr. Carter"
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