Yeah

I know you just ripped the packaging off your CD

If you like me you readin the credits right now

If you in your car

I don't care if it's winter

I want you to put all your windows down

Zone out buckle up let's go

Hello it's Hova

That's right young'un the wait is over

The new millineum is upon us the album is here

Before we get into the s**t

Let's get a few things clear

Rappers with no relation

There's Seven Degrees of Seperation

And I'm Kevin Bacon

This is the murderer's version

Jigga the s**t

Even when he rhyme in third person

Hova the God

I should be rappin with turban

Haters can't disturb him

Waiters can't serve him

Mike Jordan of rap outside J workin

Now watch how quickly I drop 50

I don't like playin n***az can't stick me

N***az can not jam me n***az can't get me

Slimmy at the Rucka wanna leave

And spend with me

I consistantly take em out the park like Ken Griffey

Do you believe It's Hova the God

Makes you think about the people in your life

Then I think about BIG

What'd he say if he was here

He'd say Jay what's it about

What's life about

If you don't go through as a man's a man

He'd say Suck it up take the fall

Do the time

That's what makes you who you are

Makes you what you are

How many years you been around this thing of ours

Commision 125 years

What's it about

It's about rules parameters

You take the beatin for the friend

You don't lay down

You don't betray who you are what you are

You gotta remember guys like Taj

Chill Ran Emory

They don't roar they don't rap

You know why That's the rules

You don't break them

You was born to be somethin

I wasn't even supposed to be humble

Okaay so you humble me now what you got

You got a war you got global war

You got a worldwide crime syndicate now

There's no rules there's no parameters

There's no feelings

There's no feelings for this game

So five ten years from now

You're gonna wish there was American Commision

Five ten years from now

They're gonna miss Jay Z

Oahhhkayyyyy I'm reloaded