My Bass Rocks

I love that Jay will get super duper intricate with his rhyme patterns on a club song.  Its too easy for him…

Your dude is back, the Maybach Coupe is back
Tell the whole world the truth is back
You ain’t gotta argue about who can rap
Cause the proof is back, just go through my raps
New York, New York!  Yeah, where my troopers at?
Where my hustlers, where my boosters at?
I don’t care what you do for stacks
I know the world glued your back to the wall
You gotta brawl, do that
I been through that, been shot at, shoot back
Gotta keep a piece like a Buddhist
I ain’t a New Jack, nobody gon’ Wesley Snipe me
It’s less than likely, move back
Let I breathe, Jedi Knight
The more space I get the better I write, ohh
Whenever I write, but, if, ever I write
I need the space to say whatever I like, now I just