"You layin on your balcony with holes in your dreams..."

You probably wondering why I'm posting this song. Well, Jigga used his verse for the Coldplay(Lost) song I posted just below and honestly.... He fucking rips it inside out! He goes hard on the Grammy Family beat produced by his man Kanye West. Pay attention how intricate the man is with his words and if you don't know certain things click the names... YA DIGGGG!!!

By the way.. For the non-listeners, the lyrics are below so read and understand the man now!?!

Inspired By Boesky, got 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 ya ass again”
Hov got flow, though he's no BIG and PAC, but he's close
How I’m ‘posed to win? When they got me fighting ghost…

Same sword they knight you, they gon’ goodnight you with
Shit, that's only half If they like you
That ain't even the half what they might do
Don't beleive me, ask Micheal
See Martin, See Malcolm
You see Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome
See Jesus, see Judas, see Caesar, see Brutus
See success is like suicide
Suicide it's a suicide
If you succeed, prepare to be crucified
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 all?"
Mannn....

Everybody wanna be the king then shots ring
You layin on your balcony with holes in your dream
Or you Macolm X'd out, get distracted by screams
Everybody get your hands out my jeans!
Everybody look at you strange, say you changed
Uhh! Like you work that hard to stay the same
Uhh! Game stays the same, the name changes
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
No dangers, so shameless
Invited to the inter sanctum of your chambers
Low chained'em as the enemies approach
So raise ya draw bridge and drown'em in the moat
And the spirit I'm evokin
*Mumbles* Hold on …

Everybody screamin they want the old Hov
But the new improved Hov hits like Albert Pujols
Everybody wanna hear me talk that money like Phil Rizzuto
But my mind is on Pluto
Bills that I fold, I now invest on
Tryna find some loopholes in the I.R.S
As where I used to have a few hoes I am just
Concentratin on makin a new Hov through sex
I've awaken just in time to school those putos
Tryna follow in my shoes with jewels froze
Better adhere to this tax 'fore you go
Broke, spendin more than you've accured on silly baguettes
I know silly begets silly, you'll 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 home
Take care of your home, you can go back and ***Ugh!***

I'm getting courted by the bosses,
The Edgars and Doug Morris-es-es
Jimmy I's and Lyors-es its
Gotta be more than the choruses
they respecting my mind now
Just a matter of time now
OPERATION: Takeover Corporate
Makeover offices-es-es then takeover all of it
Please may these words be recorded
To serve as testimony that I saw it all before
came to fruition, sort of a premonition
Uncontrollable, hustler's ambition
Alias, superstition, like Stevie
The writings on the wall, like my lady, right B.B
Saw it all before some of yall 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 Gordon 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 gon' 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 still talkin to the poor, fucka I want more
"Times' Most Influential" was impressive
'Specially since, I wasnt in the artist section
Had me with the builders and the titans
Had me right with Rupie Murdoch
Billionaire boys and some dudes you never heard of
Word up on Madison Ave, is I'm a cash cow
Word downn on wall street homie, you get the cash out
IPO Hov no need for reverse merger
the boy's money talk no need to converse further
The baby blue Maybach like I own Gerber
Ballroom I'm liftin ya skirt up
Da Corporate Takeover. . . .