Why won’t you die?
Your blood in mine’
We’ll be fine’
Then your body will be mine

 So many words
Can’t describe my face
This feeling’s evolved
So soon to break out
I can’t relate
to a happy state
feeling the blood run inside

 Why won’t you die?
Your blood in mine’
We’ll be fine’
Then your body will be mine

 Why is everything so fucking hard for me?
Keep me down to what you think I should be!
Must you tempt me and provoke the ministry?

 Keep on trying I’ll not die so easily

 I will not die’

 Why is everything so fucking hard for me?

 I will not die’

 Why is everything so fucking hard for me?

 I will not die’

 Why won’t you die?
Your blood is mine’.
We’ll be fine’.
Then your body will be mine [x2]

 The sunlight burns the skin of sleeping men
I make the right turns but I’m lost within
I put on my daily fa’ade but then
I just end up gettin’ hurt again

 [pre-chorus:]
By myself (Myself)
I ask why (but in my mind I find)
I can’t rely on myself (Myself)
I ask why (but in my mind I find)
I can’t rely on myself

 [chorus]:
I can’t hold on
To what I want when I’m stretched so thin
It’s all too much to take in
I can’t hold on
To anything watchin’ everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in

 If I turn my back I’m defenseless
And to give in to fate seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on
Then they’ll take from me ’til everything is gone
If I let them go I’ll be outdone
But if I try to catch them I’ll be outrun
If I’m killed by the questions like a cancer
Then I’ll be buried in the silence of the answer…

 [pre-chorus and chorus]

 How do you think
That I’ve lost so much
I’m always afraid
That I’m out of touch
How do you expect
That I will know what to do
When all I know
Is what you tell me to

 Don’t you (know)
I can’t tell you how to make it (go)
No matter what I do, how hard I (try)
I can’t seem to convince myself (why)
I’m stuck on the outside
[x2]

 [chorus]

 I can’t hold on
To what I want when I’m stretched so thin
It’s all too much to take in
I can’t hold on
To anything watchin’ everything spin
With thoughts of failure from with…(in)

 There was a time when your mind wasn’t out of control
Every memory and confession pouring out of your soul
Like a pill you couldn’t swallow so it swallowed you whole
Another lie hard to follow, it followed you home

 And like that
Broken down
A victim of your plight

 Fire so out of control
Every memory and confession pouring out of your soul

 And like that
Broken down
A victim of you lies

 You hide behind
Lies
You don’t know
Why
You crossed the line
Wrapped up inside your
Lies
You hide behind
Lies
You’re lost inside that cold disguise
Behind your lies

 I don’t know what I thought I might say
Seems like we never would talk the right way
Every other minute I fought for my place
And drop what I made thought you might say so

 I’m guessing that you probably know
When your inside’s hollow and you want to be cold
Like a pill I couldn’t swallow and it swallow me whole
Another lie hard to follow, it followed you home

 And like that
Broken down
A victim of your lies

 You hide behind
Lies
You don’t know
Why
You crossed the line
Wrapped inside your lies
You hide behind
Lies
You’re lost inside that cold disguise
Behind your lies

 You’re faking, you’re mistaken
If you think that you could climb out of this hole
Forsaken, what would take me?
Analyzing by the power of your soul

 Broken down, a victim of your
Faking, you’re mistaken
If you think that you could climb out of this hole
Broken down, a victim of your lies

 You hide behind
Lies
You don’t know
Why
You hide behind
Lies
You don’t know
Why
You hide behind
Lies
You don’t know
Why
You hide behind
Wrapped up inside your lies

 You hide behind
Lies
You don’t know
Why
You crossed the line
Wrapped up inside your
Lies
You hide behind
Lies
You’re lost inside that cold disguise
Behind your lies

 Cut and bruised by the fall again
Lick my wounds like a dog again
Is that a light at the end of the tunnel
That I see I see please let it be but don’t
Wake me till the morning after [3x]

 Oh I’m so tired there has got to be an end
to the pain I feel when I’m
awake and alive alive alive
alive and I’m dreamin’

 Caught up against the wall again
Tied and chained to the ball again
Is that a light at the end of the tunnel
That I see I see please let it be but don’t
Wake me till the morning after [3x]

 Oh I’m so tired there has got to be an end
to the pain I feel when I’m
Awake and alive alive alive
Alive and I’m dreamin’

 I wanna live in another place
Where no one can say that I live for them
I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head

 We’re gonna be crushed when it all falls apart
Going in the hollow, hoping that you won’t know
The strain it puts to me, seeing what you’ve done
And consequently I’ve run away, just hidden again
Within the boundaries of an anguish
Want me to say this, but you’re dragging me down
Lost in the chaos being tossed around

 Singing again to myself, a head full of hectic
Hope that some day you’ll regret this
Everything’s the wrong place, the wrong time
Adding to the panic of my confine

 Singing again to myself, a head full of hectic
Hope that some day you’ll regret this
Everything’s the wrong place, the wrong time
Adding to the panic of my confine
I wanna live in another place
Where no one can say that I live for them
I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head

 You
Try to take the best of me
Go away

 You
Try to take the best of me
Go away

 You
Try to take the best of me
Go away

 You
Try to take the best of me
GO AWAY

 You
Try to take the best of me, go away
You
Try to take the best of me, go away
You
Try to take the best of me, go away
You
Try to take the best of me, go away

 I wanna live in another place
Where no one can say that I live for them
Start seeing it’s not meant
To be for me
I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head

 SHUT!!

 UP!!

 WHY!!

 Singing again to myself, a head full of hectic
Hope that some day you’ll regret this
Everything’s the wrong place, the wrong time
Adding to the panic of my confine

 Singing again to myself, a head full of hectic
Hope that some day you’ll regret this
Everything’s the wrong place, the wrong time
Adding to the panic of my confine

 [CHORUS]
Because this is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same ol’ same
And dedicated to the people advancin’ the game
What’s real is the kids who know that something’s wrong
What’s real is the kids who think they don’t belong
What’s real is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun

 I’ve seen a lot of shit, I’ve talked to a bum
Out on sunset strip, he asked me “How would you feel
If everybody acted like you didn’t exist
You’d lose your grip, probably eventually flip.”
So let it be known, the only reason that we do this
Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it
While emcees fight to see who can be the commonest
Be floatin overhead like a space odyssey monolith
Over seeing the game, over being part of the same ol’ thing
It’s all gonna change in a hurricane of darkness and pain
And acidic rain and promises that you won’t do it again
Meanwhile I just grip my mic
And hope me and my team make it through alright
Because say what you will, and say what you might
But don’t ignore who it’s for at the end of the night

 [Chorus]

 Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide
Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide

 [Chorus]

 This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same ol’ same
And dedicated to the people advancin’ the game
What’s real, everybody who doesn’t feel safe
What’s real, everybody who knows they’re out of place
What’s real, anybody with nowhere to run
Who hides in the shadows waiting for the sun

 Got Mike
He’s got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his casket’s closed
Rap critics that say he’s “Money Cash Hoes”
He’s from the hood stupid what type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes in your zapitos
You’d celebrate the minute you was having doe
So fuck critics you can kiss our whole asshole
If you don’t like my lyrics you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if we don’t play they show
They don’t play out hits well we don’t give a shit SO
All these mags try and use our ass
So advertisers can give ‘em more cash for ads… fuckers
I don’t know what you take us as
or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I’m from rags to ritches nigga we ain’t dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
Hit me

 99 Problems but a bitch ain’t one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one

 The year is ‘94 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two choices you’ll pull over the car or
Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain’t trying to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case
So I… pull over to the side of the road
And I heard “Son, do you know why I’m stopping you for?”
‘Cause I’m young and I’m black and my hat’s real low
“Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don’t know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some more?”
“Well you was doing fifty five in a fifty four”
“License and registration and step out of the car”
“Are you carrying a weapon on you — I know a lot of you are”
I ain’t stepping out of shit all my papers legit
“Do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?”
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you gon’ need a warrant for that
“Aren’t you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?”
“Or somebody important or something?”
Nah I ain’t pass the bar but I know a little bit
Enough that you won’t illegally search my shit
“Well see how smart you are when the K-9’s come”
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
Hit me

 99 Problems but a bitch ain’t one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
Hit me 99 Problems but a bitch ain’t one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
Hit me
99 Problems but a bitch ain’t one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no god damn sense, try and push me
I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, ’cause some fool’s just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that’s gonna happen is I’mma get to clapping
He and his boys gon’ be yapping to the captain
And there I go trapped in the kit kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratching again
Paparazzis with theie cameras snapping them
D.A. tried to give the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail ’cause I’m African
All because this fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy like he’s scaring
But ain’t nothing sweet ’bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems but this bitch ain’t one

 99 Problems but a bitch ain’t one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
Hit me
99 Problems but a bitch ain’t one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
Hit me

 Shut up when I’m talking to you
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up when I’m talking to you
Shut up, shut up, shut up

I’m about to BREAK

 Everything you say to me
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
Hit me
I need a little room to breathe
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
Hit me
Everything you say to me
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
Hit me
I need a little room to breathe
I got 99 problems
And I’m about to
Break

 Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the astonishing…

 Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world
The flow o’ the century…always timeless…HOVE!
Thanks for comin’ out tonight
You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you’re here with us
We appreciate that…uuunnnh…

 H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo’ shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
Was herbin’ em in the home of the Terrapins
Got it dirt cheap for them
Plus if they was short wit’ cheese I would work wit’ them
Boy and we…got rid of that dirt for them
Wasn’t born hustlers I was burpin’ em
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo’ sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy
Can’t leave rap alone the game needs me
Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain’t easy
Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in
But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me
Therefore he doesn’t exist
So poof…vamoose son of a bitch

 H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo’ shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That’s the anthem get’cha damn hands up
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty ya’ll got-ta feel me
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

 Yo, It starts with
One thing, I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It’s so unreal
I Didn’t look out below
I Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on, and didn’t even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me, will eventually, be a memory, of a time when I tried so

 H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
LP, Jay-Z, help me out
Oh, they havin’ a good o’ time out there
It starts with
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
LP, Jay-Z, help me out
Oh, they havin’ a good o’ time out there
It starts with
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
LP, Jay-Z, help me out
Ladies and Gentalmen
It starts with

 Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y’all to roar

 Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

 Get em Jay

 Who you know fresher than Hov’? Riddle me that
The rest of y’all know where I’m lyrically at
Can’t none of y’all mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
I’m, young H.O., rap’s Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I’m in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand closin
God damn your man Hov’ cracked the can open again
Who you gon’ find doper than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon’ see you can’t replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS

 Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y’all to roar

 Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

 What the hell are you waiting for

 [sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate would have it, Jay’s status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain’t to play games witchu
It’s to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I’m blowin you to smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh’fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, ’til your lungs get sore

 I’m tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don’t know what you’re expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take

 I’ve become so numb I can’t feel you there
I’ve become so tired so much more aware
I’m becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

 I’ve become so numb
Can I get an encore, do you want more (more…)
I’ve become so numb
So for one last time I need y’all to roar
One last time I need y’all to roar

 You gon’ need a vocal in, right?

 Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous
shots with the fo’-fo’
Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po’s, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit
Oh hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you
But see me I wanna Fuck for Free like Akinyele
Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it
inside your belly, if it’s tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you’re too much for me

 I am a little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can’t help the fact that everyone can see
these scars
I am what I want you to want what I want you to feel
But it’s like no matter what I do, I can’t convince you, to just believe
this is real
So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I’m not
But I’ll be here ’cause you’re all that I got

 Got a condo with nuttin but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin on my last cassette?
Rapid-fire like I’m blastin a Tec, never jam though
Never get high, never run out of ammo
Niggaz hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you’re, actin raw but you never had war
Don’t know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
Now she’s mad at me, causer Your Majesty, just happened to be
A pimp with a tragedy
She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked with friends
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, “Shit..
there’s a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!”

 I am a little bit insecure a little unconfident
Cause you don’t understand I do what I can but sometimes I don’t make
sense
I am what you never wanna say but I’ve never had a doubt
It’s like no matter what I do I can’t convince you for once just to hear
me out
So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I’m not
But I’ll be here ’cause you’re all that I’ve got

 I can’t feel the way I did before
Don’t turn your back on me
I won’t be ignored
Time won’t heal this damage anymore
Don’t turn your back on me
I won’t be ignored

 No
Hear me out now
You’re gonna listen to me, like it or not
Right now
Hear me out now
You’re gonna listen to me, like it or not
Right now

 I can’t feel the way I did before
Don’t turn your back on me
I won’t be ignored

 I can’t feel the way I did before
Don’t turn your back on me
I won’t be ignored
Time won’t heal this damage anymore
Don’t turn your back on me
I won’t be ignored

 I can’t feel
Don’t turn your back on me
I won’t be ignored
Time won’t heal
Don’t turn your back on me
I won’t be ignored