Public Service Announcement (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 upmost 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 (Hov)
H-to-the-O-V, I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z (whoo)
I guess even back then you can call me
C.E.O 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
I got the hottest chick in the game wearin' my chain, that's right, Hov (Hov)

Not D.O.C, but similar to the letters, "No One Can Do it Better"
I check cheddar like a food inspector
My homie Strict told me, "Dude, finish yo' breakfast"
So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude
With the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace (whoo)
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this
Shoot at you actors like movie directors
This ain't a movie, dogs (oh, shit)

Now before I finish
Let me just say I did not come here to show out
I 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, 20 years from now
You'll never be able to say that these brothers lied to you, Jack

Ving aint 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 mine
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'd do it twice, ain't no sense in me
Lying as if I am a different man (whoo)
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 gotta hustler spirit, nigga period
Check at my hat, yo, peep the way I wear it
Check at my swag, yo, I walk like a ball player
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 regular scheduled program
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