Celebration
JAY Z Memphis Bleek Sauce Money Wais Of The Ranjahz Lyrics
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You a punk
I been with made people, connected people
Who you been with? Chain snatching, jive-ass, maricon motherfuckers
Why don't you go get lost
Get out of here, go kick a freestyle or something
You're now tuned into the greatest
Can't touch it, fuck it, can't see em, try to be em
Both shows sold out your coliseum, 8th wonder
Locked rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces under
Face one up, to take over, the break's over
Nigga I'm the god MC, me, Jay Hovah
Shit knocking, almost a crime, get Cochran
Banging to the hearse where my doctors hand
Hot land, FBI, DEA, I did crime, got away
They want to see me pay, motherfuckers better ride
If they try to plant, under the seat of my car
Even a half a gram, better flame those, plainclothes
Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper
Rep ya game pros
We celebrate this, while you sitting back screaming you hate this
Try to rape this, get caught in my crime matrix
Spitting sperm inside of latex
You get, no respect like a child rapist
Delegate this, men just giving face lifts
Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no hiatus
Nor Caesar's, the CIA flooded my block with diseases
Informants, heating the spot up like global warming
Who start shit? my style is laced with arsenic
Odorless tasteless, cause of death is traceless
I know you want to see me wasted
You call the order, I'll be in hell
Team Roc sweater and ice water
Righteous, dominate the global, my life's a novel
Blazing in Barnes and Noble, idolize the vocals
Y'all niggas is local but that's evident
I'm resident evil, moving like ?
Millionaire that flow like water, rap niggas running
I, oughta applaud ya, clap at ya
Point the mac at yea, niggas caught up
Brought up in the rapture, my flows torture
Like a compound fracture, can't fuck with it
For the love of sex money and drugs
Affiliated with the sets tecs honies and thugs
Let the four power, rain on niggas like a spring shower
And bring flowers for the bodies that surround us
If you was looking you found us
Moving with speed, tried to play superman
Ended up like Chris Reeves
Paraplegic, precise minds like the Pharaoh's of Egypt
Shot through a barrel niggas narrowly weaved it
Keeping my team top seeded with the sweet 16's
Bulging out of my jeans, on the ten-speed weeded
Holding, ? shots with you like a secret
It's like a story never told, but believe it
Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker
Lick a round, niggas hit the ground like Sanka
I got ya screw face in forty-two ways, aim better
Than toothpaste, Jerry McGuire
"Show me the money" like clue tapes
Run up in your spot with a few eights, zoning
Known men, home in, all of my homies condone sin
Four shots spin ya like chrome rims
Put a part right through your dome like the omen, foaming
White sheets got ya wrapped like a roman
Back in new york, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny
Niggas is cartoons, picture styles that's fully developed
Like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon
Heat-seeking, grill hunting, still fronting?
Keep squeezing, fuck it, I leave the whole street wheezing
No motherfuckers hope I fail, and gotta provoke the frail
Got em scared to drop like soap in jail
Yeah, there you have it
Just think of ours as can't be touched, tested, whatever
Never disrespect this thing of ours
Roc-a-fella family
The lyrics of "Celebration" by JAY Z, Memphis Bleek, Sauce Money, and Wais Of The Ranjahz's is a boastful expression of wealth, success, and power, with the rappers rallying together against those who try to discredit them. The song begins by dismissing those who try to undermine their achievements and ends in a declaration of unity and power as a part of the Roc-a-Fella family. The lyrics contain vivid imagery and metaphors that convey the rappers' confidence in their abilities.
One interesting fact about the song is that it was produced by the legendary DJ Premier, who is known for his work with Gang Starr, Nas, and Notorious B.I.G. Another notable fact is that it was included on the Roc-a-Fella Records compilation album "The Dynasty: Roc La Familia" in 2000. The music video features JAY Z and his fellow rappers performing in a posh mansion surrounded by luxury cars and beautiful women.
"Celebration" also marks the first collaboration between JAY Z and Sauce Money since the two had a falling out in the late 90s. The song's hook, "Can't touch it, fuck it, can't see em, try to be em," is a reference to a similar line in JAY Z's song "Can I Live." The line "Banging to the hearse where my doctors hand" references the death of Tupac Shakur, who was shot in a drive-by shooting in Las Vegas.
The chords for "Celebration" are not publicly available, as it is a hip-hop track with no traditional instrumentation. However, the song's signature piano loop is based on a sample from "Celebration Suite" by Airto Moreira.
Line by Line Meaning
What you think you like me? you ain't like me motherfucker
You're not like me. You're a punk, while I've been around successful people and have connections. Who have you been with? Chain-snatching, jive-ass, maricon motherfuckers. So why don't you go kick a freestyle or something and get lost.
You're now tuned into the greatest
We are the best. Motherfuckers can't beat us, join us. They can't fade us or hate us. They can't touch it or fuck with us, nor can they even try to be us. Our shows sell out coliseums, and we are the 8th wonder.
Locked rap for Trey Summers, poker faces with the aces under
We are rap gods, and our rhymes are locked and loaded. We hold the cards with poker faces, and with our aces under, we are ready to take over the game.
Nigga I'm the god MC, me, Jay Hovah
I am known as the god MC, Jay Hovah. No one can come close to my rhymes or rap skills.
We celebrate this, while you sitting back screaming you hate this
We are celebrating our success, while you're sitting back and hating on us. You try to rape our style, but you'll get caught up in our crime matrix.
Let the four power, rain on niggas like a spring shower
Our power is like a spring shower, raining on all you rap niggas. We are affiliated with sets, tecs, honies, and thugs. We take care of business and leave bodies around us.
Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker
We are the anchor to street anthems, and we trade shots like bankers. We take down anyone who tries to mess with us.
No motherfuckers hope I fail, and gotta provoke the frail
Some people want to see us fail, but we won't let them. They try to provoke us, but we won't back down nor fail. We leave them trembling like soap in jail.
Yeah, there you have it
That's it, plain and simple. Our thing of ours can't be touched nor tested. Never disrespect us or our Roc-a-fella family.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: SHAWN CARTER, LARRY DAVIS, HAROLD HUDSON, THOMAS MC CLARY
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One of Bleeks hardest verses
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Wais killed it.
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