#TBT Jay-z Drops The illest Freestyle Ever On Hot 97!!!

Hip-hop’s essential element has always been its words, rhymes, pattern, metaphor, similes etc. Hov is well known in the hip hop game as the ” master of the flow” after Biggie. The components of rap has always included content, flow and delivery. The God Mc, J Hov is widely know for his realest stories, consistent flow, and insane delivery, and to spit bars off his dome!

Hov on this one proves that he is the God mc, from record to record he has been consistent on the religious flow ” see jesus, see judas, see Ceasar, see Brutus, see success is like suicide, suicide, it’s a suicide, if you succeed prepare to be crucified”

Recently on Hot 97 Grammy Tree freestyle,

been crushing the buildings since Izod socks

I’m so independent, shit I might buy Koch

I might not stop, places to cop

76 floors you can call me the Doc

Inspired by Basquiat, my chariots of fire

Everybody took shots hit my body up I’m tired

Build me up, break me down, to build me up again

They like Hov we need you back so we can kill your ass again

Hov got flow though he’s no Big and Pac but he’s close

How I’m supposed to win they got me fighting ghosts

Same sword they knight you they gone good night you with

Shit that’s only half if they like you

That ain’t even the half what they might do

Don’t believe me, ask Michael

 

See Martin, see Malcolm

You see Biggie, see Pac, see success and it’s outcome

See Jesus, see Judas

See Ceasar, see Brutus

See success is like suicide

Suicide, it’s a suicide

If you succeed prepare to be crucified

Hmm, media meddles, niggas sue you you settle

Every step you take they remind you, you ghetto

So it’s tough being Bobby Brown

To be Bobby then, you gotta be Bobby now

Now the question is is to have had and lost

Better than not having at… man

 

Everybody want to be the king til shots ring

You laying in the balcony with holes in your dream

Or you Malcolm Xed out getting distracted by screams

Everybody get your hands off my jeans!

Everybody look at you strange, say you changed

Uh, like you work that hard to stay the same

Uh, game stayed the same, the name changed

So it’s best for those to not overdose on being famous

Most kings get driven so insane

That they try to hit the same vein that Kurt Cobain did

New dangers, so strangers invited to the inner sanctum of your chambers

Low chained them, the enemy’s approaching so raise your draw bridge and

Drown him in the moat

In the spirit I’m evoking kurt with…(unintelligible)

 

Everybody screaming they want the old Hov

But the new and improved Hov hit like Albert Pujols

Everybody wanna hear me talk that money like Phil Rizzuto

But my mind is on Pluto

Bills that I do fold I now invest

On trying to find some loopholes in the IRS

So where I used to have a few hoes I am just

Concentrating on making a new Hov through sex

I’ve awaken just to try to school those putos

Trying to follow in my shoes with jewels-froze

Better adhere to this text ‘fore you go

Broke spending more than you accrued on silly baguettes

I know silly begets, silly you learn on your own

At least my conscience is clear I’m no longer steering you wrong

Ain’t nothing wrong with baguettes after you get a home

Take care of your home, you can go back and um….

 

I’m getting courted by the bosses, the Edgars and Doug Morrises-sss

Jimmy I and Lyor’s-sss

Gotta be more than choruses-sss

They respecting my mind now, just a matter of time now

Operation take over corporate

Make-over offices-sss

Then take over all of it

Please may these words be recorded

To serve as testimony that I saw it all before it

Came to fruition, sort of a premonition

Uh, uncontrollable hustler’s ambition

Alias superstitition like Stevie

The writing’s on the wall like my lady, right BB?

Saw it all before so they all thought I was crazy

Maybe, like a fox I’m cagey

Ah, ah, the more successful, the more stressful

The more and more I transform to Gordan Gekko

In the race to a billion, got my face to the ceiling

Got my knees on the floor, please Lord forgive him

Has he lost his religion, is the greed gonna get him?

He’s having heaven on earth, will his wings still fit him?

I got the Forbes on my living room floor

And I’m so dope to the core, fucker I want more

Time’s most influential was impressive

Especially since I wasn’t in the artist’s section

Had me with the builders and the titans

Had me right with Rupert Murdoch

The billionaire boys and some dudes you never heard of

Word up on Madison Ave is I’m a cash cow

Word down on Wall St. homie you get the cash out

IPO Hov no need for reverse merger

The boy money talk no need to converse further

The baby blue Maybach like I own Gerber

Boardroom I’m lifting your skirt up

The corporate take ….nigga

This one will definitely go down history, this rhymes should be locked in a cell!