Jay-z - Seven-Minute Freestyle lyrics

(Big L) Yo, check it Yo I got slugs for snitches No love for b**hes Putting thugs in ditches When my trigger finger itches I got a rep that make police jet Known to get a priest wet I never beg for p**y like Keith Sweat Is Big L slow, hell no b**hes get f**ed on the roof when I ain't got no hotel do' I'm known for yoking jacks And beating them with smoking gats Leaving token Blacks with broken backs and open caps So with that bullsh**, step to the rear son The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one Cause in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning You see what happened in my last fight friend, aight then I beat kids with lead pipes I leave a trail of dead mic's Where I'm from, n***as j**els get ran like red lights Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug related And we live by the street rules that thugs created Clowns get smoked about a thousand folks for selling pounds of coke Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat I'm telling you sh** is about to get drastic soon I'm quick to blast a goon and break a motherf**er like a plastic spoon I got the looks that make your hotty stare I keep a shotty near It's the n***a with notty hair who Gotti fear Tracks I'm know to roast until the microphone is ghost Props I own the most I'm leaving n***as comatose Front and get your brain pinched Big L will have your whole gang lynched I started smoking dust and been insane since This rap sh** was a great gift The other night some snake riffed and got a hot lead face lift All through high school I had braids I kept mad blades Stabbing teachers to d**h that gave me bad grades I cook the mic like a beef steak Cause my technique's great And I'm the n***a police hate in each state Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper Punk brother vamper f** around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound I'm from a wild town You know my style clown, so bow down [Jay-Z] Brothers can beg and borrow, still feel sorrow When Jay-Z, like Zorro Get in that a**, better luck tomorrow I'm too much n***a, so never should you rush You need slow down or get your a** tore down Check it out I'm too co*ky to stop me, you gotta k** me And when I'm gone you can still feel me On the real, B The sh** is eternal, I rock the Heavens well Even if they won't let me in Heaven I raise hell, till it's Heaven Recognize the black cat with the nine lives Get up off me, n***a it's bad luck to cross me I'm poppin Cristal, shooting game like missiles As projected, all ho's affected by this style I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldies But the goody, pulling R&B b**hes wearin hoodies They don't be knowing the way I be flowing When I be going, I be running the track like Jesse Owens I disrupt the natural scheme The way that you do things with a swing and have em rocking like You say never you run, if ever you come It's never you run so fast in your life to never have won Come on and ride the rhythm I be producing like jizm Just like the gods I start with knowledge and follow with wisdom For greater understanding I'm landing blows and Knocking sense into those that oppose me Enticing when slicing through tracks Your screaming, Jesus Christ, he's back And God knows he can rap Me and L put rhythm on the map So give him his dap And me, I just take mine Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, f** that You never see me stressed in a GS On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no less Jigga incredible, even my thoughts is federal Like kidnapping, extortion and corruption So you know, beating me will never come Like a nun or tomorrow I'm too thorough, n***a I make moves, cause bowels to move When I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand little dudes Armed with a piece like Islam I make your eyes rise like yeast Surprise, I feel no fear when facing y'all Betcha lyrics jump off the track like racing cars Emcee's trying to be the best And even in dying, couldn't be this def I see no reason to stop cheesin Ever since L said, throw three g's in And we can get down and split the wealth That's when I found I could do it myself I get up [Big L] My crew be delivering hot lead when gats are clenched Rappers I jack and lynch Nobody can f** with the way I be k**ing the sh** in rap events Big L is the n***a you expect to catch wreck in any ca**ette deck I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet I'm feeling like Billy Bathgate My rap style is past great I love to f** a b**h from the back and watch her a** shake I probably got your Mommy strung n***as hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung My clan plans to get Giuliani hung Never had a ga**ed head Got loot cause I stash bread Try to tax and I'mma beat your f*ggot-a** half-dead I stomp White cops till the life stops For a low price hops Cause my blood is colder than an ice box On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war Cause my crew will k** a n***a from the lobby to the top floor And every time a Mac-11 bucks I'm k**ing at least seven ducks I never was a follower of Reverend bu*ts The b**h type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight All chicks ain't sh**, ain't no such thing as Miss Right So we can never be a couple hun f** love all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum And clown emcee's I be attacking quick I'm on some rapping sh** and some car jacking sh** I ran up on this n***a name Mac in a black Ac And put the gat to his cap, click-clack Sorry jack but get up out of that My .38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plate He didn't listen to what I was speaking He started reaching So I left him sleeping with his temple leaking Aight, back to my man Jay-Z [Jay-Z] As soon as I grab it I eat it up like a savage And no I don't have it I get it together like a marriage I'm seeking all rappers I'm on my p's and q's and carrots Y'all don't understand, well god-damn don't you know my status I'm flowing the fattest mmm that is mmmm I'm the baddest No need to explain my name, the only thing that matters For s**ers who bite me They find I'm a bit much to swallow Your thinking that's hollow The rhythm is too rugged to follow I hit you like bam, biggity bam, bam, biggity bam Let me take a little breath, god damn The kid is a wizard I'm definitely destined to make eight digits Met up with L on the road to riches As soon as I step up, nah whenever I'm in the Whatever I touch, whatever I clutch You know I'm gonna end you uh The n***a don't play, hey, the n***a don't play, hey Here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up up up in n***as are do ducking I'm boo bucking, f** it I'm wild But a boo boo boo bam, what you n***as gonna do to the man I see you brought your little crew and I'm still coming with velocity, check it out Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huh Ain't none of the clowns f**ing around Ain't none of clowns standing their ground With the crowned prince of the underground Sounds like I'm ready to catch wreck now The heats on sweat now Jay-Z's on, be gone to the next town Punk, jump up and get beat down Check it out, check it out, check it out Ladies be coming out of their seats now sh** I got crazy sk**s It's a pity the way I'm ripping rugged rhythm through the city Like dunnanna dunnanna di-di-dun dun ditty I got rhythm, I hit em with rhythm I Hit em and split em I did em, I get rid of them guys J-A, baby, baby please, gimme g's Baby, baby with crazy ease Watch Jay-Z get crazy G's Yeah