Take Over

Written by：E. Burdon/R. Manzarek/R. Krieger/J. Densmore/J. Morrison/R. Lemay/B. Chandler/ A. Lomax/L. Parker/Kanye West/Jay Z

R.O.C. we running this rap sh*t

Memphis Bleek we running this rap sh*t

B. Mac we running this rap sh*t

Freeway we run this rap sh*t

O-Sparks we running this rap sh*t

Chris-Neef we running this rap sh*t

The takeover the break's over ni**a

God MC me Jay Hova

Hey lil soldier you ain't ready for war

R.O.C. too strong for y'all

It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight pen to a test

Your chest in the line of fire with your thin-a** vest

You bringing them boys to men how them boys gonna win

This is grown man B.I. get you rolled into triage b**ch

Your reach ain't long enough dunny

Your peeps ain't strong enough f**ker

R.O.C. A-Fella is the army better yet the navy

Niggas'll kidnap your babies spit at your lady

We bring knife to fistfight kill your drama

We kill you motherf**kin' ants with a sledgehammer

Don't let me do it to you dunny 'cause I overdo it

So you won't confuse it with just rap music

R.O.C. we running this rap sh*t

M Easy we running this rap sh*t

The broadstreet Bully we running this rap sh*t

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it

Freeway we running this rap sh*t

O-Sparks we running this rap sh*t

Chris-Neef we running this rap sh*t

Watch out we run New York

I don't care if you Mobb Deep I hold triggers to crews

You little f**k I got money stacks bigger than you

When I was pushing weight back in '88

You was a ballerina I got the pictures I seen ya

Then you dropped Shook Ones switched your demeanour

Well we don't believe you you need more people

R.O.C. A-Fella students of the game we passed the class

'Cause nobody can read you dudes like we do

Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is a** and won't clap you

Trust me on this one I'll detach you

Mind from spirit body from soul

They'll have to hold a mass put your body in a hole

No you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked

I sold what your whole album sold in my first week

You guys don't want it with Hov

Ask Nas he don't want it with Hov no

R.O.C. we running this rap sh*t

Going running this rap sh*t

M Easy we running this rap sh*t

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it

Freeway we running this rap sh*t

O-Sparks we running this rap sh*t

Chris-Neef we running this rap sh*t

Watch out we run New York

I know you missing Nas the fame

But along with celebrity comes about 70 shots to your frame ni**a

You a lame

You's the fag model for Karl Kani esco ads

Went from Nasty Nas to Esco's trash

Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage

Fell from top 10 to not mentioned at all

To your bodyguard's Oochie Wally's verse better than yours

Matter of fact you had the worst flow on the whole f**king song

But I know the sun don't shine then son don't shine

That's why your lame career's come to an end

It's only so long fake thugs can pretend

Ni**a you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks' pad

You scribbled it in your notepad and created your life

I showed you your first TEC me that's who

On tour with Large Professor

Then I heard your album about your TEC on the dresser

So yeah I sampled your voice you was using it wrong

You made it a hot line I made it a hot song

And you ain't get a coin ni**a you was getting f**ked then

I know who I paid God Serchlite publishin'

Use your brain

You said you've been in this 10

I've been in it five smarten up nas

Four albums in 10 years ni**a I could divide

That's one every let's say two two of them shits was due

One was nah the other was Illmatic

That's a one hot album every 10 year average

And that's so lame

Ni**a switch up your flow

Your sh*t is garbage what you trying to kick knowledge

You niggas gonna learn to respect the king

Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen

Because you know who did you know what

With you know who but let's keep that between me and you

R.O.C. we running this rap sh*t

M Easy we running this rap sh*t

The Broadstreet Bully we running this rap sh*t

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it

Freeway we running this rap sh*t

O-Sparks we running this rap sh*t

Chris-Neef we running this rap sh*t

Watch out we run New York

A wise man told me don't argue with fools

'Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who

So stop with that childish sh*t ni**a I'm grown

Please leave it alone don't throw rocks at the throne

Do not bark up that tree that tree will fall on you

I don't know why your advisers ain't forewarn you

Please not jay he's not for play

I don't slack a minute all that thug rappin' and gimmicks

I will end it all that yappin' be finished

You are not deep you made your bed now sleep

Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you

Ni**a I know you well all the stolen jew-els

Twinkletoes you're breaking my heart

You can't f**k with me go play somewhere I'm busy

And all you other cats throwing shots at Jigga

You only get half a bar f**k y'all niggas