Jay Z — Izzo (H.O.V.A.)

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[Intro:]
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the eighth wonder of the world!
The flow of the century, oh, it’s timeless, Hov!
Thanks for coming out tonight,
You could’ve been anywhere in the world, but you’re here with me,
I appreciate that.

[Verse 1:]
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A,
For shizzle, my nizzle used to dribble down in VA.
Was herbin’ ‘em in the home of the Terrapins, got it dirt cheap for them,

Plus, if they was short with cheese, I would work with them.
Brought in weed, got rid of that dirt for them,
Wasn’t born hustlers, I was birthin’ ‘em.
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A,
For sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy,
Can’t leave rap alone, the game needs me,
Haters want me clapped in chrome, it ain’t easy,
Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in,
But somehow I beat them charges like Rocky.
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A,
Not guilty, he who does not feel me
Is not real to me, therefore he doesn’t exist,
So poof! Vamoose, son of a bitch!

[Chorus:]
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A,
For shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA.
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A,
That’s the anthem, get your damn hands up!
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A,
Not guilty, y’all got to feel me,
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A,
That’s the anthem, get your damn hands up!

[Verse 2:]
I do this for my culture,
To let them know what a n**ga look like when a n**ga in a Roadster,
Show them how to move in a room full of vultures,
Industry is shady, it needs to be taken over.
Label owners hate me, I’m raisin’ the status quo up,
I’m overchargin’ n**gas for what they did to the Cold Crush,
Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hoed us,
We can talk, but money talks, so talk more bucks.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Hov’ is back, life stories told through rap,
N**gas actin’ like I sold you crack,
Like I told you sell drugs. No. Hov did that,
So, hopefully, you won’t have to go through that.
I was raised in the projects, roaches and rats,
Smokers out back sellin’ their mama’s sofa,
Lookouts on the corner focused on the ave,
Ladies in the window focused on the kinfolk,
Me under a lamp post, why I got my hand closed?
Crack’s in my palm, watchin’ the long arm of the law,
So you know I seen it all before.
I’ve seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend’s weight,
To try and to fail — the 2 things I hate,
Succeed and this rap game — the 2 things that’s great.
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
What else can I say about dude? I gets busy.