Jay-z - We Made It Freestyle lyrics

We made it We made it The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they labeled me But they can't relate to our struggle, my n***a, we came up from slavery Apologies go out to all of my fans cause they waited so patiently This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels that prayed for me A milli, a milli, n***as love me cause I'm ill The greatest story ever told, n***as in the field From Solomon to Sambo to Django, it's fact I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it from the wheel The son of WD, who hung around in the D Who ran around in the three The trap gods raised me Face all on the Sphinx Story all in the wall of the pyramids n***as know the Black God saved me You can blow the nose off, that won't change it Obamacare won't heal all that anguish We came a long way from the bottom of the boat All praise to the Mahdi, we found our language Gold necklace, middle finger erected God tribe of Shabazz stylin' on the record Lost sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage Asha du illah illaha is the message All these n***as, I got to fight one All these devils, I got to strike some All these rebels just waitin' on the war cry Mama said: "son, you got to strike drum" Roc Nation, celebration Motivation, elevation n***a we made it from slaves on a slaveship Live from the cotton fields, straight to the spaceship Hop off the slave ship Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold plated Walked in that b**h like "n***a we made it!" I own my own masters, you know I ain't missin' no royalty statements I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on them haters Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so much art talk Silly me rappin' 'bout sh** that I really bought While these rappers rap about guns they ain't shot And a bunch of other silly sh** that they ain't got I'm on my Lupita Nyong'o Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave This Ace of Spades look like an Oscar Black tux, look like a mobster Don't make me rra yah, n***a watch your tone I come to court with black boxers on Y'all hella jealous of my melatonin I could black out at any given moment I'm God, G is the seventh letter made So when my arms and feet shackled I still get paid All praises due I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into caves These are the last days, but do I seem fazed? Showed up to the last supper in some brand new J's I'm the true and livin', book of Hov New religion, 8th wonder of the world, alien, superstition You're blind, baby Blind to the fact of who you are maybe My bloodline's crazy Kings and queens and Michael Jordan rings I go stupido, sucio The flow is filthy, y'all can't k** me I've been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes The corny handshakes, co*k s**er we made it