• 標題:F.U.T.W.
  • 歌手:Jay-Z
  • 專輯:Magna Carta... Holy Grail
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    F.U.T.W.- Jay-z
    Just let me great, just let me great
    I feel like mothafuckin' Cassius Clay right now, Genius!
    Don't be good my nigga, be great
    After that government cheese, we eating steak
    After the projects, now we on estates
    I'm from the bottom, I know y'all can relate
    Fuck up the world
    Let's fuck up this world
    Me and destiny got a date
    Martin had a dream, Hov gotta team
    My chain already heavy, don't let me get a ring
    Parades down Flatbush, Confetti on my fur
    Turn right on Red Hook, niggas heavy on the curve
    See most of my niggas died early twenties or late teens
    I'm just trying to come from under the thumb of this regime
    1% of a billion more then niggas even seen
    Still they wanna act like it's an everyday thing, clean
    High Yellow sky dweller and the rose gold
    Legend of the summer in the Rose Bowl
    Came thru Pasadena in the low low
    Just to show respect to the chulos
    Feel like a stranger in my own land
    Got me feeling like Brody in Homeland
    I just want my shot to show my genius
    Standing on the top hold my penis
    America tried to emasculate the greats
    Murder Malcolm, gave Cassius the shakes
    Wait, tell them rumble young man rumble
    Try to dim your lights tell you be humble
    You know I'm gon shine like a trillion watts
    You know a nigga trill as Michael Jackson socks
    Send a light to Compton and the hundred blocks
    Lil bastard boy, basking on top
    Sipping D'USSE boy this ain't your daddy yak
    He in a Cadillac; me? I'm in the Maybach
    This ain't grey sweat suits and white tube socks
    This is black leather pants and a pair of stance
    Socks is my synopsis is clear
    Got stripclubs feeling like Oxford, I swear
    Teacher teacher, I trying to unteach ya
    All the shit they taught y'all, they got you all in the bleachers
    When you front row at the Knicks game, those the Spike Lees
    You front row every where, you in the H.O.V's
    Jordan 1's and dungarees
    And that's just the half of my warpath
    Make a million another million let my niggas make a million
    'til we all check a billion, shit it's just the way I'm feeling
    We have yet to see a ceiling, we just top what we top
    Cause the bars don't struggle and the struggle don't stop