1 ☆ The Santa Clause Suite

[Verse 1:]
Yeah Yeah What we talkin` bout real shit?
Or we talkin` bout ryhmes
You talkin` bout millions Or you talking` bout mine
What we talkin` bout Cause I ain`t got time
For what people be talkin` bout all the time
What we talkin` bout fiction Or we talkin bout fact
You talkin` bout fiction? Hold up pardon my back
I`m talkin` bout life And all I hear is
Oh yeah he keeps talkin` bout crack
I ain`t talkin` bout profit I`m talkin` bout pain
I`m talkin` bout despair I`m talkin` bout shame
I ain`t talkin` bout gossip I ain`t talkin` bout Game
I ain`t talkin bout Jimmy I ain`t talkin` bout Dame
I`m talkin` bout real shit Dem people playin`
What is you talkin` bout I don`t know what y`all sayin`
People keep talkin` bout Hov take it back
I`m doin` better than before Why would I do that?
Ain`t nothing cool bout carryin` a strap
Bout worryin` your moms And buryin` your best cat
Talkin` bout revenge While carryin` his casket
All teary-eyed Bout to take it to a matress
I`m talkin` bout music I ain`t talkin` bout rap
You talkin` bout who`s hot I ain`t talkin` bout that
The conversation is changed Let`s yap about that
I don`t run rap no more I run the map

[Hook:]
They Talk, We Live, We see what They say, They say, They say
They Talk, We Did, Who cares what They say, They say, They say

[Verse 2:]
Still they can`t` focus on them They be talkin` bout me
Talkin` bout what I wear Talkin` bout where I be
Check out my hair These ain`t curls these is peas
Peasey head still get paid I`m combin` through G`s
Please, We ain`t focused on naps
Cause I don`t run rap no more I run the map
A small part of the reason the President is black
I told him I got him when he hit me on the jack
Talkin` bout progress I ain`t lookin back
You know I run track Try not to get lapped
People keep talkin` bout Hov left em flat
Try to re-write history Let`s talk about facts
Dame made millions Even Jaz made some scraps
He could`ve made more But he didn`t sign his contract
As far as street guys We was dealin` crack
That`s just how the game goes I don`t owe nobody jack
Grown men want me to sit em on my lap
But I don`t have a beard and Santa Claus ain`t black
I repeat, You can`t sit on my lap
I don`t have a beard Now get off my sack
Scream at me

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Blueprint 3
And now that that`s that Let`s talk about the future
We have just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther
Now you could choose ta Sit in front of your computa
Posin` with guns Shootin YouTube up
Or you could come with me to the White House get your suit up
You stuck on being hardcore I chuck the duece up
Peace out Medusa
Welcome to the Blue-ah-Print-ah Tre piece Jay-Z your tutor
Toota of my own horn Beep beep move-ya
Ras clot when rude boy come through with the roof up
So I could see the sky
Cause everybody talkin` Hov I think we know why

[Hook]