Danger Mouse, JAY-Z, The Beatles - December 4th lyrics

They say "They never really miss you
'til you dead or you gone"
So on that note, I'm leavin' after the song
So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay
So long
At least let me tell you why I'm this way
Hold on i was conceived by Gloria
Carter and Adnis Reeves
Who made love under the sycamore tree
Which makes me a more sicker MC
And my momma would claim
At 10 pounds, when I was born
I didn't give her no pain
Although through the years I gave
Her her fair share
I gave her her first real scare
I made up for birth when I got here
She knows my purpose wasn't
Purpose I ain't perfect, i care
But I feel worthless ‘cause my
Shirts wasn't matchin' my gear
Now I'm just scratchin' the surface
'Cause what's buried under there
Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared
I went to school, got good grades
Could behave when I wanted
But I had demons deep inside
That would raise when confronted, hold on

Shawn was a very shy child growing
Up he was into sports, and a funny story
Is at 4 he taught himself how to
Ride a bike a two-wheeler at that
Isn't that special? But I noticed a change in
Him when me and my husband broke up

Now, all the teachers couldn't reach me
And my momma couldn't beat me
Hard enough to match the pain of
My pops not seein' me
So, with that disdain in my membrane
Got on my pimp game fuck the world
My defense came
Then DeHaven introduced me to the game
Spanish Jose introduced me to 'caine
I'm a hustler now
My gear is in and I'm in the in-crowd
And all the wavy light-skinned girls
Is lovin' me now
My self-esteem went through the roof, man
I got my swag got a Volvo from this girl
When her man got bagged
Plus I hit my momma with cash
From a show that I had
Supposedly, knowin' nobody paid Jaz wack-ass
I'm gettin' ahead of myself by the way
I could rap
But that came second to me movin' this crack
"Gimme a second, I swear
" I would say about my rap career
Til '96 came, niggas, I'm here, goodbye

Shawn used to be in the kitchen
Beating on the table and rapping until the
Wee hours of the morning and then
I bought him a boom box
And his sisters and brothers said he would
Drive them nuts but that was
My way to keep him close to
Me and out of trouble

Goodbye to the game, all the spoils
The adrenaline rush
Your blood boils you in the spot
Knowin' cops could rush
And you in a drop, you're so easy to touch
No two days are alike except
The first and fifteenth, pretty much
And "trust" is a word you seldom hear from us
Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up
And the drought will define a man
When the well dries up
You learn the worth of water without work
You thirst 'til you die, yup!
And niggas get tied up for product
And little brothers' ring fingers get cut up
To show mothers they really got 'em
And this was the stress I lived with
'Til I decided to try this
Rap shit for a livin', i pray I'm forgiven
For every bad decision I made
Every sister I played
‘Cause I'm still paranoid to this day
And it's nobody's fault
I made the decisions I made
This is the life I chose, or rather
The life that chose me

If you can't respect that
Your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that
Your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
Now if you can't respect that
Your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that
Your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade