Celebration
Jay-Z & Memphis Bleek Lyrics


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What you think you like me? you ain't like me motherfucker
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
Motherfuckers can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us
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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Celebration" by Jay-Z & Memphis Bleek are filled with attitude and assertiveness. The opening lines express a sense of superiority and dismissiveness towards someone who is deemed inferior. Jay-Z boasts about his connections and experiences with powerful individuals, contrasting them with someone who is insignificant and lacks credibility. He challenges the other person to prove themselves or simply leave, suggesting that they are not worthy of being in his presence.


The following verses continue the theme of dominance and success. Jay-Z declares himself the "god MC," emphasizing his status as a legendary rapper. He talks about his ability to sell out shows and his influence over the rap industry. He also mentions his criminal past, claiming that he has evaded law enforcement attempts to catch him. He labels himself a "cocaine rapper," representing his gritty and authentic portrayal of street life.


Memphis Bleek's contribution to the song mirrors Jay-Z's brashness and confidence. He raps about his wealth, skill in rap battles, and the power he wields. He takes pride in being associated with a powerful crew and boasts about his ability to intimidate and outperform his rivals.


Overall, "Celebration" is a declaration of self-assurance, dominance, and success in the face of perceived enemies and obstacles. It showcases Jay-Z and Memphis Bleek's unapologetic attitudes and their belief in their own greatness.


Line by Line Meaning

What you think you like me? you ain't like me motherfucker
You're mistaken if you believe you're similar to me. You're nothing compared to me.


You a punk
You're weak and insignificant.


I been with made people, connected people
I've associated myself with powerful and influential individuals.


Who you been with? Chain snatching, jive-ass, maricon motherfuckers
Who have you surrounded yourself with? Just a bunch of petty criminals and losers.


Why don't you go get lost
Why don't you disappear and leave us alone?


Get out of here, go kick a freestyle or something
Leave this place, go show off your mediocre rapping skills elsewhere.


You're now tuned into the greatest
Listen closely, because you're about to witness greatness.


Motherfuckers can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us
No one can surpass us, so they either envy us or try to be a part of us.


Can't touch it, fuck it, can't see em, try to be em
They can't even come close to reaching our level, so they attempt to imitate us.


Both shows sold out your coliseum, 8th wonder
We consistently sell out arenas and leave people in awe.


Locked rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces under
We've dominated the rap game for three seasons, always maintaining a poker face with our strongest cards hidden.


Face one up, to take over, the break's over
We reveal our true strength to take control, signaling the end of any competition.


Nigga I'm the god MC, me, Jay Hovah
I am the supreme master of ceremonies, the god of this rap game.


Shit knocking, almost a crime, get Cochran
Our music is so powerful, it's almost criminal. It can't be defended by even the best lawyers.


Banging to the hearse where my doctors hand
Our beats are so intense that they could wake up the dead and even shock doctors.


Hot land, FBI, DEA, I did crime, got away
I've committed illegal activities and managed to escape the attention of the authorities.


They want to see me pay, motherfuckers better ride
They want me to face consequences for my actions, but they can't touch me.


If they try to plant, under the seat of my car
If they attempt to frame me by hiding illegal substances in my car


Even a half a gram, better flame those, plainclothes
Even the smallest amount of drugs, they better burn them before the undercover officers discover them.


Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper
The same principle applies to mediocre women and fake rappers.


Rep ya game pros
Represent your true skills and expertise.


We celebrate this, while you sitting back screaming you hate this
We rejoice in our success while you're just envious and trying to put us down.


Try to rape this, get caught in my crime matrix
If you attempt to exploit our achievements, you'll become entangled in a complex system of retribution.


Spitting sperm inside of latex
We're leaving our mark and creating something meaningful with our words.


You get, no respect like a child rapist
You receive absolutely no respect, just like a despicable child rapist.


Delegate this, men just giving face lifts
Let me handle this, while weak individuals are just trying to improve their appearances.


Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no hiatus
I'll leave you mentally overwhelmed, while I continue to be a persistent criminal.


Nor Caesar's, the CIA flooded my block with diseases
Even the most powerful authorities and agencies couldn't stop the spread of crime and corruption in my neighborhood.


Informants, heating the spot up like global warming
There are undercover informants causing tension and paranoia, just like the escalating effects of global warming.


Who start shit? my style is laced with arsenic
Who dares to challenge me? My rap style is filled with deadly venom.


Odorless tasteless, cause of death is traceless
My influence is subtle and undetectable, but its impact is lethal.


I know you want to see me wasted
I know you desire to witness my downfall and destruction.


You call the order, I'll be in hell
You can issue your commands, but I'll remain fearless even in the face of damnation.


Team Roc sweater and ice water
I represent Roc-a-fella and maintain a cool and composed demeanor under pressure.


Righteous, dominate the global, my life's a novel
I am morally upright and control the world, and my own life is worthy of being written into a great story.


Blazing in Barnes and Noble, idolize the vocals
My music is so powerful and respected that it is displayed prominently in popular bookstores.


Y'all niggas is local but that's evident
You all are just small-scale and insignificant, and that's obvious.


I'm resident evil, moving like ?
I am the embodiment of wickedness and move with an air of mystery.


Millionaire that flow like water, rap niggas running
I am a wealthy individual, and my rap flow is unstoppable, causing other rappers to flee in fear.


I, oughta applaud ya, clap at ya
I should commend your efforts to compete with me, but instead, I'll mock you and attack.


Point the mac at yea, niggas caught up
I aim my gun at you, causing you to become trapped and helpless.


Brought up in the rapture, my flows torture
I was raised in a state of ecstasy, and my rap flows inflict agony on my opponents.


Like a compound fracture, can't fuck with it
Similar to a broken bone piercing through the skin, my rap skills are untouchable.


For the love of sex money and drugs
I pursue and indulge in sex, money, and drugs with passion.


Affiliated with the sets tecs honies and thugs
I'm connected with various groups, including drug dealers, women, and criminals.


Let the four power, rain on niggas like a spring shower
Let the force of our collective influence overwhelm others, just like a refreshing rainfall.


And bring flowers for the bodies that surround us
We should pay our respects to the enemies we've defeated and left in our wake.


If you was looking you found us
If you were searching for greatness, you've come across it.


Moving with speed, tried to play superman
We move swiftly, and those who challenge us often meet their downfall.


Ended up like Chris Reeves
They end up paralyzed and defeated, just like Chris Reeves (actor known for playing Superman and later becoming paralyzed).


Paraplegic, precise minds like the Pharaoh's of Egypt
We may appear powerless, but our minds are sharp and strategic like the ancient Pharaohs.


Shot through a barrel niggas narrowly weaved it
We fired our shots and narrowly avoided any retaliation.


Keeping my team top seeded with the sweet 16's
I ensure that my team remains at the top, constantly delivering exceptional performances.


Bulging out of my jeans, on the ten-speed weeded
My wealth is overflowing, and I travel through the streets on a bicycle while smoking marijuana.


Holding, ? shots with you like a secret
I possess an undisclosed number of bullets, ready to use them against anyone who threatens me.


It's like a story never told, but believe it
It's an untold tale, but it's true. You just have to trust it.


Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker
We provide the anthem for the streets and are swift in exchanging gunshots, just like a skilled banker.


Lick a round, niggas hit the ground like Sanka
When we start shooting, our opponents immediately fall to the ground, just like in a race where the loser is left far behind.


I got ya screw face in forty-two ways, aim better
I've got you making a disgusted expression in forty-two different ways, but you should improve your aim.


Than toothpaste, Jerry McGuire
My money and success surpass the value of toothpaste, just like the movie 'Jerry McGuire' which revolves around the pursuit of financial gains.


"Show me the money" like clue tapes
I demand to see the money, just like in the movie 'Clue' where the characters search for hidden treasures.


Run up in your spot with a few eights, zoning
I'll enter your territory with powerful weapons, causing panic and fear.


Known men, home in, all of my homies condone sin
I associate with notorious individuals who embrace their sinful lifestyles.


Four shots spin ya like chrome rims
Four gunshots will make you turn uncontrollably, just like spinning shiny chrome rims.


Put a part right through your dome like the omen, foaming
I'll shoot a bullet through your head, just like an ominous prophecy come to life.


White sheets got ya wrapped like a roman
After you're dead, white sheets will be used to cover your corpse, just like how ancient Romans would wrap their dead.


Back in new york, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny
In New York City, women desire us, so we engage in violent acts and speak in a distorted manner.


Niggas is cartoons, picture styles that's fully developed
Other rappers are like animated characters, while our styles are mature and fully formed.


Like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon
Our impact is similar to a dark room where the punches are heavy. We strike like a hunter skewering its prey with a harpoon.


Heat-seeking, grill hunting, still fronting?
We're like guided missiles, constantly seeking targets, but are you still posing and acting tough?


Keep squeezing, fuck it, I leave the whole street wheezing
We'll keep firing our guns relentlessly, regardless of the consequences, causing the entire neighborhood to gasp for air.


No motherfuckers hope I fail, and gotta provoke the frail
Many individuals wish for my failure and try to agitate those who are weak and vulnerable.


Got em scared to drop like soap in jail
We instill fear in them, causing their confidence to crumble, just like dropping a bar of soap in a prison cell.


Yeah, there you have it
That's the truth, plain and simple.


Just think of ours as can't be touched, tested, whatever
Just consider us as untouchable and unchallengeable in every aspect.


Never disrespect this thing of ours
Never show disrespect towards our collective endeavours.


Roc-a-fella family
We are a close-knit family associated with Roc-a-Fella Records.




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Iricom US Ltd, Songtrust Ave
Written by: SHAWN CARTER, LARRY DAVIS, HAROLD HUDSON, THOMAS MC CLARY

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@polodro

Bleek killed this one

@musathomas2528

Bleek and Sauce....

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@athallib

His best verse ever!!

@PharoahsKingdom

Bleek's best verse of his career.....If he wrote it.

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@Killm33

This or it's alright.

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