i just want to know who anointed Jay-Z the GOAT, and i can't seem to get an answer.
I'll give you one. His peers did.
There's never been a **** this good for this long
This hood or this pop, this hot or this strong
With so many different flows, this one's for this song
The next one I switch up, this one will get bit up
These fricks 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
Their whole style from - then 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 Bigging up my brother
Bigging 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 barrel'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:
W 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
This post was edited on 5/8 at 2:56 pm