“Hey nobody dumpin' on hove/You ain’t in sanitation or sanitarium/What are you crazy Jay-Z’ll bury em/I'll get you drug out the club they have to carry em/Your head bug out I'll raid niggas scared of em/Worry I'm not Mike Jordan/Of the mic recording/Hovi’ baby you Kobe, maybe Tracy McGrady/Matter fact you Harold Miner, J.R. Rider/Washed up on marijuana/Even worse you a Purvis Ellis/You worthless fella/You ain't no athlete you Shawn Bradley/I ain’t talkin' to nobody in particular/My flow just vehicular homicide when I’m kitchen em/Yes, anybody in my path Is a car crash waiting to happen/Nigga what?/I got my foot on the throat of the pulse of this rap game and I ain’t letting up/Yea who’s the nicest life of lifeless mic devices?/And I don't write this I just mic this/I will it to happen/One take hove I’m real in this rapping/My new name is just the facts/While the rest of y'all just adjust the facts/Put words together, just to match/I say what I feel y’all adjust to that/I do the opposite of y’all so I just attract/The realer audience usually unjustly black/Know my flow and the shit they go just match/Like the sound of my voice and a choice just track/I just tackle the something the flack of the public/Nothing, I know real niggas happen to love it/If you don’t like it or look in the mirror/Most likely you ain’t living so you don’t get it/You ain’t did it so you can envision it/The picture I’m painting ain't vivid/The language I’m spitting is so foreign to ya/She was starving a dude to ya/Growin up hard in a little apartment allude to ya/I’m just talkin’ to ya/ I’m just talkin’ through ya”
-Jay-Z, "Pump It Up Freestyle"
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