Interlude

This is a public service announcement

Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records

Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity

That I present this recording, as a living testament and recollection

Of history in the making during our generation

Allow me to re-introduce myself

My name is Hov, OH, H-to-the-O-V

I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z

I guess even back then you can call me

CEO of the R-O-C, Hov

Fresh out the frying pan into the fire

I be the music biz number one supplier

Flyer than a piece of paper bearin' my name

Got the hottest chick in the game wearin' my chain, that's right

Hov (oh), not D.O.C.

But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do it Better"

I check cheddar like a food inspector

My homie Strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast"

So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude

With the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace

Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this

I shoot at you actors like movie directors

This ain't a movie dog (oh shit)

Now before I finish, let me just say

I did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress you

Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I'm gone

And I don't care what you think about me, but just remember

When it hits the fan brother, whether it's next year, ten years, twenty years from now

You'll never be able to say that these brothers lied to you jack

Ving ain't lie

I done came through the block in everything that's fly

I'm like, Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex

I never claimed to have wings on

Nigga, I get my "By any means" on whenever there's a drought

Get your umbrellas out because, that's when I brainstorm

You can blame Shawn, but I ain't invent the game

I just rolled the dice, trying to get some change

And I do it twice, ain't no sense in me

Lying as if I am a different man

And I could blame my environment but

There ain't no reason why I be buying expensive chains

Hope you don't think users are the only abusers

Niggas getting high within the game

If you do then, how would you explain?

I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins

I got a hustler spirit, nigga period

Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it

Check out my swag, yo, I walk like a ballplayer

No matter where you go, you are what you are player

And you can try to change, but that's just the top layer

Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here

Only God can judge me, so I'm gone

Either love me, or leave me alone

Now, back to our regularly scheduled program, L'Album Noir: The Black Album