Yo //
Nominated for being underrated //
We made a name for ourselves but I guess Common was the only one that made it //
I clapped when he won his award //
Him and Black Eyed Peas and them, we was on the same tour //
And DMX too, you my dog for life //
I feel you, I want to see you get yours tonight //
Mos Def you on the screen now, following your dreams now //
Me, you and Spike Lee used to sit and freestyle //
I said two words, they both got bleeped out //
If you ever need me again just reach out //
I got poses that belong on posters //
Pour out all my emotions and double what the gross is //
Everybody in the box-office know the flow sick //
I want to thank Nottz the producer that chose ‘Bis //
Mother-fuckers! //

I want to thank my mother //
(I want to thank everybody for coming through and) //
I want to thank my brother //
(Supporting the film. ‘Cause all the support was very) //
My grandmother, my father //
(Important. From the beginning I got fans and, you know) //
The Father above, the most powerful //
(What I mean, cult members that never let me) //
You know, I’m just inebriated to be here //
(Down from day one. I want to thank you all) //

Yo //
I don’t want to bite nobody’s throat //
I just want to smoke //
Yo, pass the ‘dro nigga //

Yo //
I can’t believe I’m sitting with Don Cheadle, Denzel and Russell Crowe, man //
Dave Chappelle, yo, I really like the show man //
Ice Cube, yo, we in the next row man //
D-12, me and them struck a pose man //
With Slim Shady, yo, this must be an omen //
I think I’m about to go platinum, I’m explodin’ //
I’m a fool, man. What am I supposed to do, man? //
Red and Meth, ‘How High’ part two, man //
Bokeem Woodbine bump me in his hood all the time //
I want to say, ‘Peace, I’m a fan of yours bro’’ //
I seen Hov on 100 Forbo //
At the Cannes Film Festival with Sofia Copp(ola) //
And Scarlett Johansson, she was with her man-friend //
‘Lost in Translation’, number one smash hit //

Yo //
I’m in the game now //
I ran eight miles //
I ain’t the same old nigga with the same style //
The lifestyle of Germaine is my brainchild //
Germaine is really like the black John Wayne //
Or James Caan negotiating some rhymes for the don //
I ain’t seen my niggas in so long //
We did a short film, ‘4,3,2,1’ //
It was hot back then when it was new, but //
I did this other film ‘Gone ‘Til November’ //
Me and Wyclef was in the trenches together //
I did a big movie with him, he put me on soundtracks //
Back then I didn’t understand the music business //
Every agent found it hard to find me //
In the back woods of Holly, rehearsing my hobby //
Shout out to R-O-C and State Property //
I was inside the beast, shout out to DMP //
Peace! //

Killah Ki, Shot, Black-N-Deckah, my nigga Star, Nottz.
Yeah, stick ‘em,
Yeah, just sic ‘em,
Throw shots,
Spread out your face like Botox!

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