Anyone who wants to come at the illest from the wood,
Grab the mic and show your face, instead of hidin' behind your hood.
Jay eat M.C.z, Ya'll can call me a hip-hop junkie,
Stay servin' Ashton Kutsher wanna-bez that be tryin' to punk me.
When you come at Jay, U should prolly wear a vest,
Or catch a lyrical bullet aimed straight at your chest.
So what besides R.I.P should be on your tombstone when we murder U?
Just John Doe, cause you scream your name, but no one's heard of U.
Your rap is so weak, I can't give your style a name,
But I can compare your flow to 1 of two niggaz in the game.
You could be like Nas, Cause it was Written,
Or I could call you Jay-Z cause it was Bitten.
Well if the shoe fits, fuck it, you know the rest,
Are you convinced yet or do I need another test?

Yo, Niggaz wanna holla at Jay? Cause I'm all day baby.

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