Jay-Z

[samples of Maximus from Gladiator - Russell Crowe]
Are you not entertained? Are you not entertained?
Is this not why you are here?
[Jay-Z]
Uh uh-huh..
Uh uh-huh UHH
{*crowd noise gets louder*}
Turn the music up, turn me down
Guru.. let's go get 'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn, stand up
[Verse One]
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood, or this pop, this hot, or this strong
With so many different flows there's one for this song
The next one I switch up, this one will get bit up
These fucks, too lazy to make up shit, they crazy
They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me
You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked
they whole style from, they try to reverse the outcome
I'm like - TOUGH!
I'm not a biter I'm a writer for myself and others
I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only biggin up my brother
Biggin up my borough, I'm big enough to do it
I'm that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish
So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rell's in your mouth
I'm in - new sneakers, dual-seaters
Few divas, what more can I tell you?
Let me spell it for you
Double-U I, double-L, I-E
Nobody truer than, H-O-V
And I'm back for more, New York's ambassador
Prime Minister, back to finish my business up
[Chorus]
What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy?
What more can I doooooooooooo?
I gave this up to youuuuuuuuu
I know this much is truuuuuue, truuuuuuue
[Jay-Z]
What more can I say to you?
You heard it all
[Verse Two]
You already know what I'm about, flyin birds down South
Movin wet off the step, Purple Rain in a drought
Stuntin on hoes; brushin off my shirt
But ain't nuttin on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name
Young H-O pitch the yay faithful
Even if they patrol I make payroll
Benz paid fo', friends they roll
Private jets down to Turks and Caicos
Crist' caseloads, I don't give a shit
Nigga one life to live, I can't let a day go
by without me bein fly or fresh to death