What More Can I Say? Jay-Z

[Intro: Voice-over w/ Jay-Z]
"Are you not entertained? Are you not entertained?"
"Is this not why you are here?"

Uh uh-huh..
Uh uh-huh UHH

(crowd chanting louder)

Turn the music up, turn me down
Guru.. let's go get 'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn, stand up

[Verse One]
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
they whole style from
then try to reverse the outcome
I'm like - TOUGH!
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
So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rell'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, I-E
Nobody truer than, H-O-V
And I'm back for more
New York's ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up

[Chorus]
What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy?
What more can I doooooooooooo?
I gave this up to youuuuuuuuu
I know this much is truuuuuue, truuuuuuue

[Breakdown: Jay-Z w/ singer]
(My liiife)
(Look at myyy liiife, See whaat, I seee)
What more can I say to you?
You heard it all

[Verse Two]
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 nuttin on my clothes
'cept my chain, my name
Young H-O, pitch the yay faithful
Even if they patrol
I make payroll
Benz paid fo'
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 or fresh to death
Head to toe 'til the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys, I'm thirty 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!

[Breakdown]
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?)

[Verse Three]
Now you know yo' ass is Willie when they got you in the mag
for like half a billie
and yo' 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 EQ'n 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
Niggaz got a problem Houston! Heh
What up B? they can't shut up me
Shut down I, not even P.E. 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 T.T. in the forehead
Tell her please forgive me then squeeze until you forehead
I'm not the one to score points off
in fact I got a joint that'll knock yo' points off
Young, Hova the God, nigga blasphemy
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 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!

(What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy?)