Lyrics My World - The-Dream , Jay-Z
                                                They 
                                                threw 
                                                rose 
                                                pedals 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                feet 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                christ 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                entered 
                                                the 
                                                center
 
                                    
                                
                                                Motherfucker 
                                                I'm 
                                                cold 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                winter
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                waves 
                                                were 
                                                spinnin 
                                                like 
                                                blades 
                                                on 
                                                pirellis
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                christian 
                                                dior 
                                                shades 
                                                was 
                                                drivin 
                                                them 
                                                silly
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                big 
                                                willy
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                came 
                                                through 
                                                with 
                                                them 
                                                cats 
                                                from 
                                                philly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lakers 
                                                vs 
                                                heat 
                                                floor 
                                                seats 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                the 
                                                dealy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Either 
                                                you 
                                                love 
                                                the 
                                                kid 
                                                or 
                                                wanna 
                                                kill 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                back 
                                                at 
                                                em
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                fire 
                                                like 
                                                cracked 
                                                atoms
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                over 
                                                the 
                                                hill 
                                                like 
                                                wyclef 
                                                and 
                                                proswell
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                over 
                                                the 
                                                hills 
                                                like 
                                                UFOs 
                                                at 
                                                roswell
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                lame 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                you 
                                                guys 
                                                well
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                can 
                                                name 
                                                an 
                                                mc 
                                                that's 
                                                flamer 
                                                than 
                                                me 
                                                you 
                                                high 
                                                as 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can't 
                                                dance 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                chancellor
 
                                    
                                
                                                One 
                                                glancell 
                                                have 
                                                you 
                                                caught 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                trance 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                tarantula
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                if 
                                                they 
                                                could 
                                                then 
                                                you 
                                                probably 
                                                would
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                come 
                                                close 
                                                but 
                                                it's 
                                                no 
                                                cigar 
                                                welcome 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                arms 
                                                to 
                                                short 
                                                to 
                                                box 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                center 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                prophets
 
                                    
                                
                                                Aviator 
                                                shades 
                                                the 
                                                stage 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                cockpit
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leather 
                                                pelle
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lounging 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                sofa 
                                                telle
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sippin 
                                                sam 
                                                pelegrino 
                                                eatin 
                                                ghirardellis
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                recline 
                                                and 
                                                chill 
                                                twinklin 
                                                the 
                                                rag 
                                                to 
                                                shine 
                                                my 
                                                grill
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                that 
                                                third 
                                                ward 
                                                appeal 
                                                (bitch)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Get 
                                                at 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Me 
                                                and 
                                                my 
                                                chick 
                                                is 
                                                like 
                                                JFK 
                                                and 
                                                jackie
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                can't 
                                                wait 
                                                to 
                                                catch 
                                                me 
                                                in 
                                                dallas 
                                                top 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                grassy 
                                                knoll 
                                                and 
                                                clap 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Kidnap 
                                                my 
                                                body
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                fuck 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                autopsy
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                I'm 
                                                nice 
                                                like 
                                                christ 
                                                you 
                                                blink 
                                                twice 
                                                you 
                                                hit
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                chillin 
                                                in 
                                                college 
                                                park 
                                                eatin 
                                                salmon 
                                                and 
                                                grits
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                the 
                                                black 
                                                ceaser
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jesus
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hes 
                                                just, 
                                                the 
                                                lyrical 
                                                monster
 
                                    
                                
                                                Boogie 
                                                man 
                                                outta 
                                                the 
                                                dumpster
 
                                    
                                
                                                Black 
                                                pharoah
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jay 
                                                bowie 
                                                spittin 
                                                phat 
                                                arrows
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keep 
                                                your 
                                                eye 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                sparrow 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                fly 
                                                apparel
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                ain't 
                                                ready 
                                                for 
                                                war 
                                                hide 
                                                your 
                                                barrel
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stay 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                lane 
                                                man 
                                                chance 
                                                forf3 
                                                surviving 
                                                is 
                                                narrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Welcome 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                Deep 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                jungle 
                                                bustin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nickle 
                                                sacks 
                                                of 
                                                cracks 
                                                from 
                                                    G 
                                                Packs 
                                                for 
                                                stacks 
                                                niggas 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                humble 
                                                hustlin
 
                                    
                                
                                                See 
                                                that 
                                                game
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                the 
                                                one 
                                                they 
                                                call 
                                                survival 
                                                man 
                                                they 
                                                poppin 
                                                at 
                                                five-oh
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                lowlife 
                                                pigs 
                                                who 
                                                get 
                                                it 
                                                how 
                                                they 
                                                live
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                daddys 
                                                in 
                                                them 
                                                court 
                                                houses 
                                                givin 
                                                out 
                                                bids
 
                                    
                                
                                                Choppin 
                                                niggas 
                                                on 
                                                blocks 
                                                and 
                                                leavin 
                                                wickedness
 
                                    
                                
                                                Man 
                                                they 
                                                broidered 
                                                the 
                                                land 
                                                then 
                                                they 
                                                small 
                                                poxed 
                                                the 
                                                witnesses
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rapin 
                                                babies 
                                                usin 
                                                ladies 
                                                as 
                                                they 
                                                mistresses
 
                                    
                                
                                                Causing 
                                                choas 
                                                and 
                                                disorder
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                why 
                                                the 
                                                glock 
                                                on 
                                                hold
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                block 
                                                on 
                                                swole
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                built 
                                                this 
                                                city 
                                                on 
                                                rock 
                                                and 
                                                roll
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                I'm 
                                                banging 
                                                on 
                                                Rumsfeld 
                                                and 
                                                bells 
                                                ringing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Him 
                                                and 
                                                Dickll 
                                                be 
                                                in 
                                                hell 
                                                singing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Woe 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                hippocrits 
                                                and 
                                                infidels 
                                                screamin 
                                                niggas 
                                                can't 
                                                handle
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                wrath 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                son 
                                                of 
                                                man 
                                                black 
                                                pan 
                                                de 
                                                ma-yo
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yeah 
                                                the 
                                                flows 
                                                that 
                                                scandal... 
                                                ous 
                                                    I 
                                                crush 
                                                any 
                                                mc 
                                                who 
                                                feel 
                                                the 
                                                must
 
                                    
                                
                                                Try 
                                                me, 
                                                the 
                                                smallest 
                                                flea 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                dog 
                                                won't 
                                                get 
                                                by 
                                                me 
                                                if 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                you 
                                                id 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Scared 
                                                to 
                                                death, 
                                                hit 
                                                    a 
                                                nigga 
                                                up, 
                                                leave 
                                                him 
                                                right 
                                                there 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                mess
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                penicillin 
                                                I'm 
                                                spillin 
                                                leave 
                                                hair 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                chest 
                                                you 
                                                feel 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can't 
                                                beat 
                                                me 
                                                kill 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                back 
                                                in 
                                                three 
                                                days 
                                                disguised 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                garden 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                kicks 
                                                filthy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Told 
                                                you 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                nice 
                                                like 
                                                christ 
                                                the 
                                                rap 
                                                angels 
                                                throw 
                                                down 
                                                ice
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                shine 
                                                like 
                                                jewerly 
                                                in 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                make 
                                                    a 
                                                true 
                                                believer 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                curious 
                                                dike
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shell 
                                                be 
                                                saying 
                                                wearin 
                                                heat 
                                                jabs 
                                                singing 
                                                hum 
                                                through 
                                                de 
                                                lair
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                slinging 
                                                dice 
                                                hummin 
                                                songs 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                ave
 
                                    
                                
                                                Theyll 
                                                be 
                                                sayin 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                goin 
                                                off 
                                                the 
                                                path, 
                                                (uh)
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                that's 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                low 
                                                tho
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beatin 
                                                cats 
                                                with 
                                                no 
                                                glow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tryin 
                                                to 
                                                play 
                                                me 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                hoe
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                this 
                                                ain't 
                                                books 
                                                and 
                                                poems 
                                                or 
                                                tic 
                                                tac 
                                                toe
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                planets 
                                                moons 
                                                quasars 
                                                and 
                                                high 
                                                tech 
                                                radars
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                niggas 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                grid 
                                                while 
                                                jay 
                                                man 
                                                stay 
                                                gone 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                radar 
                                                (AWOL)
 
                                    
                                
                            
                                Album
                                
Victory                                
                                
                            
                        1 Uzi Weighs a Ton
2 Extra Extra
3 Dealing
4 Intro
5 Exhibit B (feat. Mos Def)
6 Walking J. Period (remix) (feat. Nneka)
7 So What Cha' Sayin
8 Scenario 2004
9 Something to Hold on To
10 Poetry (interlude)
11 Cool Relax (feat. Naledge)
12 Hagler
13 My World
14 Hard to Get (feat. Mr Porter)
15 Victory in My Clutches
16 Just Begun (feat. J. Cole, Talib Kweli & Mos Def)
17 Love Czaars (feat. Taraach)
18 Posers (feat. The New Royales)
19 Google Eyes (live)
20 Holiday (feat. Mos Def)
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