Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder To Excellence, artist - Jay-Z. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Murder To Excellence |
| The paper read «murder\nBlack-on-black murder»\nThis is to the memory of Danroy Henry\nToo much enemy fire to catch a friendly\nStrays from the same shade\nNigga, we on the same team\nGiving you respect, I expect the same thing\nAll-black everything, nigga you know my fresh code\nI’m out here fighting for you\nDon’t increase my stressload!\nNiggas watching the throne, very happy to be\nPower to the people, when you see me, see you\nAnd I’m from the murder capitol\nWhere they murder for capital\nHeard about at least 3 killings this afternoon\nLooking at the news like «damn! I was just with him after school»\nNo shop class but half the school got a tool\nAnd «I could die any day"-type attitude\nPlus his little brother got shot repping his avenue\nIt’s time for us to stop and redefine black power\n41 souls murdered in fifty hours\nThe paper read «murder\nBlack-on-black murder»\nThe paper read «murder\nBlack-on-black murder"again\nIs it genocide? Cause I can still hear his mama cry\nKnow the family traumatized\nShots left holes in his face about pirranha-sized\nThe old pastor closed the cold casket\nAnd said the church ain’t got enough room for all the tombs\nIt’s a war going on outside we ain’t safe from\nI feel the pain in my city wherever I go\n314 soldiers died in Iraq, 509 died in Chicago\nI arrived on the day Fred Hampton died\nReal niggas just multiply\nAnd they say by 21 I was supposed to die\nSo I’m out here celebrating my post-demise\nIf you put crabs in a barrel to insure your survival\nYou’re gonna end up pulling down niggas that look just like you\nWhat up blood? What up Cuz? It’s all black, I love us\nThe paper read «murder\nBlack-on-black murder"again\nIt’s a celebration of black excellence\nBlack tie, black Maybachs\nBlack excellence, opulence, decadence\nTuxes next to the president, I’m present\nI dress in Dries and other boutique stores in Paris\nIn sheepskin coats, I silence the lambs\nDo you know who I am, Clarice?\nNo cheap cologne whenever I «shh-shh»\nSuccess never smelled so sweet\nI stink of success, the new black elite\nThey say my Black Card bears the mark of the beast\nI repeat: my religion is the beat\nMy verse is like church, my Jesus piece\nNow please, domino, domino\nOnly spot a few blacks the higher I go\nWhat’s up to Will? Shout out to O\nThat ain’t enough we gonna need a million more\n«Kick in the door"Biggie flow\nI’m all dressed up with nowhere to go\nYeah it’s all messed up when it’s nowhere to go\nSo we won’t take the time out til we reach the T O P\nFrom paroles to hold G’s, sold keys, low keys\nWe like the promised land of the OG’s\nIn the past if you picture events like a black tie\nWhat the last thing you expect to see, black guys?\nWhat’s the life expectancy for black guys?\nThe system’s working effectively, that’s why!\nI’ll be a real man and take care of your son\nEvery problem you had before this day is now done\nNew crib, watch a movie cause ain’t nothin on the news\nBut the blues. hit the mall, pick up some Gucci\nNow ain’t nothing new but your shoes\nSunday morning, praise the Lord\nYou’re the girl that Jesus had been saving me for\nSo let’s savor this moment\nAnd take it to the floor\nBlack excellence, truly yours |