22 Two's

Yo, what's up everybody

This is Marie Davis, "Mad Wednesdays"

We here to have a good time

Wait a minute, I see my man over there Jay-Z

Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me here that little tape of yours

And it's phat

Why don't you come up here and kick a little freestyle?

Put that champagne down

And kick a little freestyle for me tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Can I kick it?

(Yes you can)

Can I kick it?

(Yes you can)

Can I kick it?

(Yes you can)

Ya'll muthafuckas must ain't hear that Tribe Called Quest

Let's do it again

Can I kick it?

(Yes you can)

Can I kick it?

(Yes you can)

Can I kick it?

(Yes you can)

Well I'm gone

Check this out

Too much west coast dick lickin'

And too many niggas on a mission

Doin ya best Jay-Z rendition

Too many rough muthafuckas

I got my suspicions

That you're just fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen

Too many bitches wanna be ladies

So if you a hoe, I'ma call you a hoe

Too many bitches is shady

Too many ladies give these niggas too many chances

Too many brothas wanna be lovers

Don't know what romance is

Too many bitches stuck up from

Too many sexual advances

No questions, Jay-Z got too many answers

I been around this block too many times

Rock too many rhymes, cocked too many nines

Too, to all my brothers it ain't too late

To come together

Cause too much black and too much love

Equal forever

I don't follow any guidelines

Cause too many niggas ride mines

So I change styles every two rhymes

What the fuck

That's twenty-two twos (too, to) for ya'll muthafuckas out there

Naw, mean

Shall I continue?

Check it out, what?

Can I kick it?

(Yes you can)

Can I kick it?

(Yes you can)

Can I kick it?

(Yes you can)

Well I'm gone...

Yo, yo, yo

Copped to reach my quota

Push rock, roll up smooth-like on ya

Whole groove like hold up

Swole up... too many faggot niggas

Clockin my spendin', exercisin' your

Gay-like minds like Richard Simmons

If you can catch Jay right on a late night

Without the eight right

Maybe you can test my weight, right?

I dip, spit quicker than you ever seen

Administer pain, next to ministers screaming ya name

At your wake as I peak in

Look in ya casket, feelin' sarcastic,

"Look at 'em, still sleepin' "

Ya never ready, forever petty

Minds stay petty, mine's thinking longevity until I'm seventy

Livin' heavily, FUCK Felony after Felony

What nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gone tell me

Ooooooooooh

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a phat track (aiight)

Now this is comin' out on your new album

On Roc-A-Fella Records in '96? (no doubt, no doubt)

Well, it is definitely the bomb

But you know, I do wanna say something to you

I know you been having a lotta problems with the law

But I know you innocent

And I'm behind you one hundred percent

Mad Wednesdays, Rudy King, DJ Ace

Dame Dash, Roc-A-Fella Records (my man Clark Kent)

We all behind you

You can come back anytime

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute

Ace, turn that music down

I smell some reefer

Now you see, that's why our people don't have anything

Because we don't know how to go in places and act properly

(SHUT THE FUCK UP!)

Wait a minute, wait a minute

Who told me shut the 'f' up, who told me to shut the 'f' up

Get him outta here

I am not gonna continue this show until you throw him out

Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech

Thank you, he's outta here now, now like I was sayin'

We gotta build our own businesses;

We gotta get our own record companies goin'

Like Roc-A-Fella Records...