JAY-Z - Greatest MC lyrics

As soon as I grab it
I eat it up like a savage
And no one don't have it
I get it together like a marriage
I see you know rappers
I'm on my Ps and Qs and carrots
Y'all don't understand well goddamn
Don't y'all know my status?
I'm flowin' the baddest, the baddest
I'm the baddest no need to explain
My name the only thing that matters
When suckers who bite me
They find I'm a bit much to swallow
You're thinkin' it's hollow
The rhythm is rough and r-rugged to follow
It hit you like bam biggity
Bam bam biggity bam the kid is a wizard
I'm definitely destined to make 8 digit's
Met up with G Rap on the road to riches
As soon as I step up, will never remember
Whatever I touch
Whatever I touch you know I'm gonna injure
That nigga don't play, hey that nigga'll slay
So wiggle away
Hey you gotta dig that nigga Jay

I'm the greatest MC
I'm the greatest MC in the world
I'm the greatest MC
I'm the greatest MC in the world

I be thorough in every borough
My name be ringin'
With drug slingin' and doin' my
Thing and fuck that
Boot-knockin' so lady be jockin'
My money be flippin'
I see you peekin' when I'm freakin'
Nigga stop rippin'
I got the ideal skills for real
6 digit's before I had a deal, son chill
Who's that? With a tip of
The melodramatic the crew's back
I the way I dos that
Better at rippin' it, flowin'
Kickin' the fly shit
For I'm givin' a bit of advice, slice
Don't even try that shit
I got skills 'til it's unreal broken down
I'm speedin' it up to
180 thousand trillion mil'
So what it was said about a
Brotha bein' as nice as me
Y'all know that shit is dead
Right? That shit is dead
Why ask why when the shit sound this fly?

Here I come, ag-ga-ga-gain, I run up-up-up-in
Niggas who don't do duckin'
I will bu-buck and, fuck it I'm wild
Budda boo boom boom bam
What you niggas gonna do to the man?
I see you brought your little crew, and?
I'm still comin' with velocity, check it out
Jidday Idday Whiddy Ziddy, eh heh!
And any you clowns fuckin' around
Ain't none of you clowns stand your ground
With the crown prince of the underground
Sounds like I'm ready to catch wreck now
The heat's on sweat now, Jay Z's on
Be gone to the next town
Punks jump up to get beat down
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Ladies be comin' now this kid got skills
It's a pity the way I'm rippin'
Rugged rhythm through the city
Like da da da da da da da da da-di-di
I got rhythm, I, hit 'em with rhythm, I
Hit 'em and split 'em, I did 'em
I get rid of them guys
J-A, baby, baby, please give me Ps
Baby baby, with crazy ease
While Jay Z get crazy cheese
I take a break then I slay
Never bring in my way
I'm cuttin' your shit short, hey alright