Danger Mouse, JAY-Z, The Beatles - What More Can I Say lyrics

There's never been a nigga 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 fucks, 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, "TAA!"
I'm not a biter
I'm a writer for myself and others
I say a BIG verse
I'm only biggin' up my brother
Biggin' up my borough
I'm big enough to do it i'm that thorough
Plus I know my own flow is foolish (Whoo)


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, IE
Nobody truer than H-O-V
And I'm back for more, New York's ambassador
Prime Minister, back to finish my business up

I look at you all
See the love there that's sleeping

What more can I say? What more can I do?
What-what more?

What more can I say to you? You heard it all

You already know what I'm about:
Flyin' birds down South
Movin' wet off the step
Purple rain in a drought
Stuntin' on hoes, brushin' off my shirt
But ain't nothin' on my
Clothes 'cept my chain, my name
Young H-O, pitch the yay faithful
Even if they patrol, I make payroll
Benz paid for, friends they roll
Private jets down to Turks and Caicos
Cris' caseloads, I don't give a shit
Nigga, one life to live, I can't let a day go
By without me bein' fly, fresh to death
Head to toe 'til the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys, I'm 30-plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans, nigga
Button-ups
S dots on my feet make my cipher complete
What more can I say? Guru, play the beat!

My nigga, hahahaha, woo!
We gon' let this ride into the hook
- I'ma snap my fingers on this one
What more can I say to you?
- Get my grown man on lET'S GO!
(What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy?)

Now you know your ass is Willie when
They got you in the mag
For like half a billy and
Your 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
And no I'm not through with it
In fact, I'm just previewin' it
This ain't the show, I'm just EQin' it
One-two and I won't stop abusin' it
To groupie girls: stop false accusin' it
Back to the music - the
Maybach roof is translucent
Niggas got a problem, Houston!
What up B, they can't shut up me
Shut down I, not even PE, I'ma ride
God forgive me for my brash delivery
But I remember vividly what these
Streets did to me
So picture me lettin' these
Clowns nitpick at me paint me like a pickany
I will literally kiss Ti Ti in the forehead
Tell her, "Please forgive me
" then squeeze into your forehead
I'm not the one to score points off, in fact
I got a joint that'll knock your points off
Young Hova the God, nigga, blast for me
I'm at the Trump International, ask for me
I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere
You ain't never there
And nigga, why would I ever care?
Pound for pound
I'm the best to ever come around here
Excludin' nobody, look what I embody:
The soul of a hustler
I really ran the street
A CEO's mind, that marketin' plan was me
And no I ain't get shot up
A whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated like, say
A Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when
You bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went
Plat' a bunch of times
Times that by my influence on pop culture
I'm supposed to be number
One on everybody list
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
Fuck this man!

What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy?