No compass comes with this life, just eyes, so to map it out you must look inside, sure books could guide you but your heart defines you, chica - Jay-Z

Hand gettin the mic. Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia. I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure
Lock my body, can't trap my mind
easily, explains why we adapt to crime
I'd rather die enormous than live dormant, that's how we on it.

I'm still here mon frere I know the cross I bear,
They like, that's why they call you Hov? I'm like yea
I'm like air, little shots go through me, won't tear
One tissue no tears, no tissue not an issue

Now you know yo' ass is Willie when they got you in the mag
for like half a billy, and yo' ass ain't lily
white that mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly - it's both
I don't mean to boast, but damn if I don't brag
Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass
The Martha Stewart, that's far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it