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Tuesday , December 14, 2010
Motivational Jay-Z Lyric of the Week: The "Takeover" Special Edition
There is a solution to every problem, and that solution is always: listen to "Hey Jude" by the Beatles, and then listen to "Takeover" by Jay-Z. You could also try listening to "Takeover" first; it's pretty irrelevant. But yeah- the wisdom provided by the lyrical content of these two songs together will illuminate any troublesome situation you could, or will, ever find yourself struggling to navigate.
Take my word for it on this one. I used to make the most terrible choices. I'd listen to "Hey Jude" for guidance, and then I'd feel all soppy and emotional, and then I'd make soppy and emotional choices, which always blew up in my face. Then, thanks to Elizabeth Barker, I figured out that "Takeover" is the second-greatest song of all time, after "Hey Jude", so I started listening to "Takeover" for guidance in its place. It made me feel vengeful and aggro, and then I started making vengeful, aggro choices, which always blew up in my face.
Moral of the story? Soppy + Emotional + Vengeful + Aggro= Rational + Intelligent. I'm not sure how that one works out, but trust me, it just does. It's the Pythagorean Theorum of its day.
Anyway, there are way too many motivational lyrics in "Takeover" for me to choose just one. Because I'm a nice person, I went through all the trouble of copy and pasting the lyrics to the entire song from one of those sketchy-looking lyrics websites (sing365.com), and then bolding my favourite parts. I eliminated the choruses because the chorus is non-motivational. And that's so LAAAAAAME.
The takeover, the break's over, Nigga
God MC- me, Jay-Hova
Hey Lil' Soldier, you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too strong for y'all
It's like bringin' a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest
You bringin' them Boyz II Men; how them boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I [NOTE: I don't know what B.I means. Do you?], get you rolled into triage- your reach ain't long enough, dunny [NOTE: I also don't know what "Dunny" means. Do you?]
Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucka
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy
Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama
Uh, we kill you motherfuckin' ants with a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you, dunny, 'cause I overdo it
So you won't confuse it with just rap music.
I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little fuck, I've got money stacks bigger than you.
When I was pushin' weight, back in '88,
You was a ballerina- I got your pictures, I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switched your demeanor.
Well - we don't believe you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody can read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on this one - I'll detach you
Mind from spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my level, get your brakes tweaked
I sold what your whole album sold in my first week
You guys don't want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov'- Nooooo!
I know you missin' all the - FAAAAAAAME!
But along with celebrity comes 'bout seventy shots to your frame
Nigga; you are LAAAAAAAME!
Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage
Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all.
to your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
That's why you're - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end
There's only so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga; you ain't live it! You witnessed it from your folks' pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created your life
I showed you your first tec [NOTE: What is Tec?] on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on the dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin' it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a coin, Nigga, you was gettin' fucked and
I know who I paid, Dog, Searchlight Publishing
Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten?
I've been in it five - Smarten up, Nas!
Four albums in ten years, Nigga? I can divide-
That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due
One was - NAHHH, the other was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album every ten year average
And that's so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga, switch up your flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you know what (what)
with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now
A wise man told me don't argue with fools
Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that childish shit, Nigga, I'm grown
Please leave it alone - don't throw rocks at the throne,
Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you
I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for play
I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin' and gimmicks
I will end it, all that yappin' be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed- now sleep
Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you
Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els,
Twinkletoes, you breakin' my heart
You can't fuck with me - go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwin shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar - fuck y'all niggaz!
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