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JAY-Z

"Many Styles"

[Intro]
And you don't stop
(right)
You got Original Flavour
(right)
We bout to blow it up
(right)
I got a couple of friends with me

[Chorus]
Many styles, many styles
(You know we got)
Many styles, many styles
(You know we got)
Many styles, many styles
(You know we got)
Many styles, many styles
(You know we got)


[Verse 1]
16 bars of death, here comes a bad Mother F
Don't say another (shh!)
Don't take another
Mic check
One, One, checky two
[?] huh
These n*gga's are nice, these n*gga's are nice, so nice
I had to say it twice, twiggy twice
Better jet, nothing can stop the collision
I seen it first with my bionic vision
In 93 I'm rough rugged and real
Just look at the grill, run for the hills this is not a drill
Moving, moving on, out of control
Rap's in my soul
Brr, I feel cold
Yo I break it down, I break the sound down to the underground
Now how that sound?
Yo , I'm totally awesome, somebody get me off them
Too late, we lost him

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 Jay Z]
Whenever you hear the footsteps, yo
Hit before you dash ready set
No, don't wait, go
Just split, better make a n*gga quickety quick quick quick
So you know the tick tick time when I rhyme I rip to bits
I'm thick dropping these lyrics like bricks
Before I get ghost hurry up catch a flick
Clink
Straight up and down like I'm loving your dip
My target: pick, pick, pick
Never miss when I shoot it's swift
Flip like Mary Lou
Riff, witnesses seen from carry too
So follow the fever pitch, which, way
Is which, before you figured it out I done switch
Ain't that a b*tch?
The way it bumps
Ugh
You got an itch
Creep the [?] the mic and throw it in a ditch
It's no more good when me and my boys from the hood
Get a hoe, better go go while you could b*tch

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
And it don't stop
Check out the mega mic check
From hell
Invite the devil from the lower level
Lucifer told me to grab the mic and light up your f*cking crew
What can you do? Go get your crew
Do you want
(What)
Do you want
(What)
sh*t, now you n*gga's know my damn status
Ain't no shame in my game I claims to be baddest
With my spiritual lyrical drammatical ramificational swift rhythm
But if you riff I be slamming your vision to the brick wall
As soon as you call your crew, well
Tell you what I'm gonna do
Check it out
Right, you know that the kid can flow
I'm light in the ass but still a heavy handed hitter like [?]
I swings with the eyes of the tiger
Party reviver
b*tch's are killed by my saliva cause my sh*t is liver

[Chorus]

[Verse 4]
Spitted it out, spitted it at em
In and out my cruzanium
It's Freshco, spraying em
I'm super like shazam
Allergic, to wack sh*t
I'm ripping the mic in a way that can't be touched or debated and I'm wetting the panties
Look at a man who's wrecking his hands
Damn, she's bout to get some air fresh
Original, flavorful, affectional, be some old sick noise sh*t
Ballistical
Grab on my nuts, blow
Oh my god, yo he's dope
[?] show [?]
My style is hotter than lying on fire naked
Styles for [?] plenty girls in frenzy
You couldn't take me out if I came in a Benzy
Box
[?]
Many f*cking stidyles

[Chorus] x2

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