Public Service Announcement (Interlude)

This is a public service announcement

Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records

Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity

That I present this recording as a living testiment and recollection

Of history in the making during our generation

Allow me to re-introduce myself

My name is Hov' (Oh)

H to the O-V

I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z

I guess even back then you can call me

C.E.O. of the R-O-C, Hov'

Fresh out the fryin' pan, into the fire

I be the music biz number one supplier

Flyer than a piece of paper bearin' my name

Got the hottest chick in the game wearin' my chain, that's right

Hov', oh, not D.O.C

But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do it Better"

I check cheddar like a food inspector

My homie Strict told me, "Dude, finish your breakfast"

So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude with the Lexus

Fast-forward the jewels and the necklace

Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this

Shoot at you actors like movie directors

This ain't a movie, dog (Oh shit)

Now before I finish, let me just say

I did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress you

Because to tell you the truth when I leave here, I'm gone

And I don't care what you think about me, but just remember

When it hits the fan, brother, whether it's next year, ten years, twenty years from now

You'll never be able to say that these brothers lied to you, Jack

Ving ain't lie

I done came through the block in everything that's fly

I'm like Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex

I never claimed to have wings on

****, I get my by-any-means on, whenever there's a drought

Get your umbrellas out because that's when I brainstorm

You can blame Shawn, but I ain't invent the game

I just rolled the dice, tryin' to get some change

And I'd do it twice, ain't no sense in me

Lyin' as if, I am a different man

And I could blame my environment but

There ain't no reason why I be buyin' expensive chains

Hope you don't think users are the only abusers

**** gettin' high within the game

If you do, then how would you explain?

I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins

I got a hustler spirit, ****, period

Check out my hat, yo', peep the way I wear it

Check out my swag', yo, I walk like a ballplayer

No matter where you go, you are what you are player

And you can try to change but that's just the top layer

Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here

Only God can judge me, so I'm gone

Either love me, or leave me alone

Now, back to our regular scheduled program

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