Blue Magic (clean) - Jay-Z

Roc-A-Fella records

The imperial Skateboard P

Grey Hova

Ya'll already know what it is

C'mon!

Yeah,

So what if you flip a couple words,

I could triple at that in birds,

Open your mind you see the circus in the sky.

I'm Ringling brothers Barnum Bailey with the pies,

No matter how you slice it,

I'm your mother fucking guy

And just like a B-boy with 360 waves

Do the same with the pot,

Still come back beige.

Whether right or south paw,

Whether pot or a jar

Whip it around,

It still comes back hard.

So easily do a W-H-I-P,

My repitition with riches will bring the kilo business,

I got creole C-O bitches, for my niggas who slipped,

Became prisoners,

Treat's taped to the visitors.

You already know what the business is

Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this shit.

Niggas Wanna bring the 80s back,

That's okay with me, that's where they made me at.

Except I don't write on the wall,

I write my name in the history books, hustling in the hall

Nah, I don't spin on my head, I spin work in the pots,

So I can spend my bread.

Chorus:

And I'm getting it I'm getting it

I ain't talking about it, I'm living it

I'm getting it, straight getting it

Get get get get get get get it boy

(Don't your waste your time, fighting the law, state your voice, and you'll understand)

Get it boy

This '87 state of mind that I'm in,

In my prime, so for that time, I'm Rakim

If it wasn't for the crime that I was in

But I wouldn't be the guy who's rhymes it is that i'm in

No pay no profit,

P, I'll repeat it to show you where the pot is

Cherry M3s with the top back

Red and green Gs all on my hat

North beach leathers,

Matching Gucci sweater,

Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together

Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain

Can't you tell that I came from the dope game?

Blame Reagan for making me into a monster

Blame Oliver north and Iran-Contra

I ran contraband that they sponsored

Before this rhyming stuff we was in concert

Chorus:

And I'm getting it I'm getting it

I ain't talking about it, I'm living it

I'm getting it, straight getting it

Get get get get get get get it boy

(Don't your waste your time, fighting the law, state your voice, and you'll understand)

Get it boy

Push, money over broads you got it,

Fuck Bush

Chef, guess what I cooked?

Baked a lot of bread,

And kept it off the books.

Rock stars,

Look,

Way before the bars my picture was getting took

Feds, they like wack rappers.

Try as they may they couldn't get me on the hook

D.A. wanna indict me,

Cause fish scales in my veins like a Pisces

The Pyrex pot roll up my sleeves,

Turn one into two like a Siamese twin when it end

Imma stand as a man never dying on my knees,

Last of a dying breed

So let the champagne pop,

I partied for a while now I'm back to the block.

Chorus:

And I'm getting it I'm getting it

I ain't talking about it, I'm living it

I'm getting it, straight getting it

Get get get get get get get it boy

(Don't waste your time, fighting the law, state your voice, and you'll understand)

Get it boy