"Magna Carta... Holy Grail" (2013)

• Holy Grail lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Justin Timberlake)
• Picasso Baby lyrics - Jay Z
• Tom Ford lyrics - Jay Z
• FuckWithMeYouKnowIGotIt lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Rick Ross)
• Oceans lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Frank Ocean)
• F.U.T.W. lyrics - jay z
• Somewhere In America lyrics - Jay Z
• Crown lyrics - Jay Z
• Heaven lyrics - Jay Z
• Versus lyrics - Jay Z
• Part II (On The Run) lyrics - jay Z (feat. Beyoncé)
• Beach Is Better lyrics - Jay Z
• BBC lyrics - Jay Z
• Jay-Z Blue lyrics - Jay Z
• La Familia lyrics - Jay Z
• Nickels And Dimes lyrics - Jay Z
• Open Letter lyrics - Jay Z

Holy Grail lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Justin Timberlake)

[Verse 1: Justin Timberlake]

You take the clothes off my back

And I let you

You'd steal the food right out my mouth

And I'd watch you eat it

I still don't know why

Why I love you so much

Oh

(Thanks for warning me [2x])

You curse my name

In spite to put me to shame

Have my laundry in the streets

Dirty or clean

Give it up for fame

But I still don't know why

Why I love it so much

(Thanks for warning me [2x])

Yeah

[Hook:]

And baby

It's amazing I'm in this maze with you

I just can't crack your code

One day you screaming you love me loud

The next day you're so cold

One day you're here, one day you're there, one day you care

You're so unfair sipping from your cup

Till it runneth over, Holy Grail

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Blue told me to remind you niggas

Fuck that shit y’all talkin' about

I'm the nigga, caught up in all these lights and cameras

But look what that shit did to Hammer

God damn it I like it

Bright lights is enticing

But look what it did to Tyson

All that money in one night

30 mill for one fight

But soon as all that money blows, all the pigeons take flight

Fuck the fame, keep cheating on me

What I do, I took her back, fool me twice

That's my bad, I can't even blame her for that

Enough to make me wanna murder

Momma please just get my bail

I know nobody to blame

Kurt Cobain, I did it to myself

[Bridge: Justin Timberlake]

And we all just entertainers

And we're stupid, and contagious

Now we all just entertainers

[Hook: Justin Timberlake]

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

Now I got tattoos on my body

Psycho bitches in my lobby

I got haters in the paper

Photo shoots with paparazzi

Can't even take my daughter for a walk

See 'em by the corner store

I feel like I'm cornered off

Enough is enough

I'm calling this off

Who the fuck I'm kidding though?

I'm getting high

Sitting low

Sliding by

In that big body

Curtains all in my window

This fame hurt

But this chain works

I think back

You asked the same person

If this is all you had to deal with

Nigga deal with

It, this shit ain't work

This light work

Camera snapping, my eyes hurt

Niggas dying back where I was birthed

Fuck your iris and the IRS

Get the hell up off of your high horse

You got the shit that niggas die for

Dry yours

Why you mad

Take the good with the bad

Don't throw that baby out with that bath water

You're still alive

Still that nigga

Nigga you survived

You still getting bigger nigga

Living the life

Vanilla wafers

In a villa

Illest nigga alive

Michael Jackson's, Thriller

[Hook: Justin Timberlake]

[Bridge]

You get the air out my lungs whenever you need it

And you take the blade right out my heart just so you can watch me bleed

And I still don’t know why

Why I love you so much

(Thanks for warning me )

Yeah

(Thanks for warning me)

And you play this game in spite to drive me insane

I got it tattooed on my sleeve forever in ink with guess whose name

But I still don't know why

Why I love it so much, yeah.

(Thanks for warning me [2x])

[Hook]

Don't know why...

Picasso Baby lyrics - Jay Z

[Verse 1]

I just want a Picasso, in my casa

No, my castle

I'm a hassa, no I'm an asshole

I'm never satisfied, can't knock my hustle

I wanna Rothko, no I wanna brothel

No, I want a wife that fuck me like a prostitute

Let's make love on a million, in a dirty hotel

With the fan on the ceiling, all for the love of drug dealing

Marble Floors, gold Ceilings

Oh what a feeling - fuck it I want a billion

Jeff Koons balloons, I just wanna blow up

Condos in my condos, I wanna row of

Christie's with my missy, live at the MoMA

Bacons and turkey bacons, smell the aroma

[Hook]

Oh what a feeling

Picasso Baby, Ca Picasso baby

Ca ca ca Picasso Baby, Ca ca ca Picasso baby

Oh what a feeling [x2]

[Verse 2]

It ain't hard to tell

I'm the new Jean Michel

Surrounded by Warhols

My whole team ball

Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel

I just wanna live life colossal

Leonardo Da Vinci flows

Riccardo Tisci Givenchy clothes

See me thrown at the Met

Vogue'ing on these niggas

Champagne on my breath, Yes

House like the Louvre or the Tate Modern

Because I be going ape at the auction

Oh what a feeling

Aw fuck it I want a trillion

Sleeping every night next to Mona Lisa

The modern day version

With better features

Yellow Basquiat in my kitchen corner

Go ahead lean on that shit Blue

You own it

[break]

[Verse 3]

I never stuck my cock in the fox's box but

Damned if I didn't open Pandora's box

They try to slander your man

On CNN and Fox

My Miranda don't stand a chance, with cops

Even my old fans like old man just stop

I could if I would but I can't

I'm hot, and you blow

I'm still the man to watch, Hublot

On my left hand or not

Soon I step out the booth

The cameras pops niggas is cool with it

Till the canons pop

Now my hand on the bible

On the stand got your man in a jam, again

Got my hands in cuffs

I'm like god damn enough

I put down the cans and they ran amok

My hairpin

Piece skin rupture spleens

Cracks rips go through cribs and other things

No sympathy for the king huh

Niggas even talk about your baby crazy

Eventually the pendulum swings

Don't forget America this how you made me

Come through with 'Ye mask on

Spray everything like SAMO

Though I won't scratch the Lambo

What's it gonna to take

For me to go

For y'all to see

I'm the modern day Pablo

Picasso baby

[Hook 2x]

Tom Ford lyrics - Jay Z

[Intro]

Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass

Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass

Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass

Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

[Verse 1]

Coming up, coming down

Riding clean fix your head in my crown

Bad bitch, H town

Keep it trill y'all know y'all can't fuck around

Paris where we been

'Pard my Parisian

It's Hov time in no time

It's fuck all y'all season

It's Bordeauxs and Burgundies

Flush out a Riesling

When's Hov's out, those hoes out

Y'all put y'all weaves in

Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass

Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass

Spent all my euros

On tuxes and weird clothes

I party with weirdoes

Yeah Hov, yeah Hov

[Hook]

I don't pop molly

I rock Tom Ford

International bring back the Concorde

Numbers don't lie check the scoreboard

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

[Verse 2]

Hands down got the best flow

Sound I'm so special

Sound boy burial

This my Wayne Perry flow

Y'all know nothing about Wayne Perry though

District of Columbia

Guns on your Tumblrs

Fuck hashtags and retweets nigga

140 characters in these streets nigga

Pardon my laughing y'all only flagging on beats nigga

Pardon my laughing I happen to think you sweet

[Hook]

I don't pop molly

I rock Tom Ford

International bring back the Concorde

Numbers don't lie check the scoreboard

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

[Outro]

Coming up, coming down

Riding clean fix your head in my crown

Bad bitch, H town

Keep it trill y'all know y'all can't fuck around

Coming up, coming down

Riding clean fix your head in my crown

Bad bitch, H town

Keep it trill y'all know y'all can't fuck around

I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford

FuckWithMeYouKnowIGotIt lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro: Pimp C]

Little over a year ago I was in bondage

And now I'm back out here reaping the blessings

And getting the benefits that go along with it

Everything that's out here for kings like us

The reason why we like this this jewelry and this diamonds and stuff

They don't understand is because we really from Africa

And that's where all this stuff come from

And we originated from kings, you know what I'm saying

So don't look down on the youngsters

Because they wanna have shiny things

It's in our genes, know what I'm saying

We just don't all know our history so...

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Fuck with me, you know I got it

Fuck with me, you know I got it

Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it

Come fuck with me, you know I got it

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

I just landed in Europe, nigga

Shopping bags, I'm a tourist, nigga

Money talk I speak fluent, nigga

Reeboks on, I just do it, nigga

Look at me, I'm pure nigga

I bet the hoes on my tour, nigga

I don't bop, I do the money dance

My bitch whip cost a hundred grand

Red vert, tou see me slide

Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it

Sexy bitch I know she 'bout it

Fuck with me, you know I got it

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Hov just landed in Rome, nigga

All hail, Caesar's home, niggas

Chin don, Ciao Bella

Come money dance with the good fellas

Hov keep gettin' that dinero, got it

Even if a nigga gotta Robert, get it?

Black Jack in casino

A nigga got unlimited credit

A nigga got a lot of vendettas

But we the Black mob, we gonna set it

Peel off in a Lamborghini Countach

200 in the dash we gonna rev it, skirt

Lucky Luciano is what that call me Paisano

A 100 keys at the piano plays across the Verrazano

El Padrino, in the villa in Venice sipping vino

Not bad for a Mulliano, y'all know like we know, I got it

[Hook]

[Outro: Rick Ross]

I'm riding big coming down that beach

Geechy niggas with satin sheets

Bad bitch, she a masterpiece

Got a bad bitch, she a masterpiece

Oceans lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Frank Ocean)

[Intro]

Blessings, blessings yeah

[Hook: Frank Ocean]

I see elephant tusk on the boar of a sailing lady

Docked on the Ivory Coast

Mercedes in a row winding down the road

I hope my black skin don't dirt this white tuxedo

Before the Basquait show and if so

Well fuck it, fuck it

Because this water drown my family

This water mixed my blood

This water tells my story

This water knows it all

Go ahead and spill some champagne in the water

Go ahead and watch the sun blaze

On the waves

Of the ocean

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Dope boy still smelling like cocaina

White boat, white robe

Can he be more cleaner

The oil spill that BP ain't clean up

I'm anti Santa Maria

Only Christopher we acknowledge is Wallace

I don't even like Washingtons in my pocket

Black card go hard when I'm shopping

Boat dock in front of Hermes picking cotton

Silk and fleeces, lay on my Jesus

Oh my God, I hope y'all don't get sea sick

See me in shit you never saw

If it wasn't for these pictures they wouldn't see me at all

Aww, whole world in awe

I crash through glass ceilings, I break through closed doors

I'm on the ocean, I'm in heaven

Yachting, Ocean 11

[Hook: Frank Ocean]

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Me and Ty Ty is like Pablo and Popeye

Winding dirt roads on mopeds spilling opus

Welcome to the magnum opus

The Magna Carta

The best-selling author Decoded

On the holiday playing "Strange Fruit"

If I'mma make it to a billi I can't take the same route

Swoosh

Now that's the sound of the border

Swoosh

Now that's the sound of a baller

Muhammad Hovi my back against the rope, the black Maybach

I'm back inside the boat

Shepard Fairey they finally gave me some hope

Can't believe they got a nigga to vote

Democrat, nope

I sold dope

In trouble water I had to learn how to float

On the ocean

I'm in heaven

Yachting

Ocean 11

[Hook: Frank Ocean]

F.U.T.W. lyrics - jay z

[Intro]

Just let me great, just let me great

I feel like mothafuckin' Cassius Clay right now, Genius!

Don't be good my nigga, be great

After that government cheese, we eating steak

After the projects, now we on estates

I'm from the bottom, I know y'all can relate

[Hook]

Fuck up the world

Let's fuck up this world

Fuck up the world

Me and destiny got a date

[Verse 1]

Martin had a dream, Hov gotta team

My chain already heavy, don't let me get a ring

Parades down Flatbush, Confetti on my fur

Turn right on Red Hook, niggas heavy on the curve

See most of my niggas died early twenties or late teens

I'm just trying to come from under the thumb of this regime

1% of a billion more then niggas even seen

Still they wanna act like it's an everyday thing, clean

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

High Yellow sky dweller and the rose gold

Legend of the summer in the Rose Bowl

Came thru Pasadena in the low low

Just to show respect to the chulos

Feel like a stranger in my own land

Got me feeling like Brody in Homeland

I just want my shot to show my genius

Standing on the top hold my penis

America tried to emasculate the greats

Murder Malcolm, gave Cassius the shakes

Wait, tell them rumble young man rumble

Try to dim your lights tell you be humble

You know I'm gon shine like a trillion watts

You know a nigga trill as Michael Jackson socks

Send a light to Compton and the hundred blocks

Lil bastard boy, basking on top

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Sipping D'USSE boy this ain't your daddy yak

He in a Cadillac; me? I'm in the Maybach

This ain't grey sweat suits and white tube socks

This is black leather pants and a pair of stance

Socks is my synopsis is clear

Got stripclubs feeling like Oxford, I swear

Teacher teacher, I trying to unteach ya

All the shit they taught y'all, they got you all in the bleachers

When you front row at the Knicks game, those the Spike Lees

You front row every where, you in the H.O.V's

Jordan 1's and dungarees

And that's just the half of my warpath

Make a million another million let my niggas make a million

'til we all check a billion, shit it's just the way I'm feeling

We have yet to see a ceiling, we just top what we top

Cause the bars don't struggle and the struggle don't stop

[Hook]

Somewhere In America lyrics - Jay Z

Shout out to old Jews and old rules

New blacks with new stacks

I already been the king

Retro act, I'm just bringing it back

Like Jordan Packs

New money, they looking down on me

Blue bloods they trying to clown on me

You can turn up your nose high society

Never gone turn down the homie

Knock knock I'm at your neighbor house

Straight cash I bought ya neighbor out

You should come to the housewarming

Come and see what your new neighbor 'bout

Yellow Lambo in the driveway

A buck 35 on the highway

Frank Sinatra on my Sonos

Loud as fuck I did it my way

A million sold before the album dropped

White Lexus before I had a deal

Ask Bun B about me

This ain't no snap back, a nigga's been trill

By the way, fuck your math

You ain't gotta count it my nigga I can add

1 million, 2 million, 3 million, 20 million

Oh, I'm so good at math

Might crash ya Internet

And I ain't even into that

When I was talking Instagram

Last thing you wanted was your picture snapped

Feds still lurking

They see I'm still putting work in

Cause somewhere in America

Miley Cyrus is still twerkin'

Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

Twerk, Miley, Miley, twerk

Twerk,

Twerk, Miley, Miley, Miley, twerk

Twerk, yeah, ugh-huh

Twerk, Miley, Miley, Miley

Only in America

Crown lyrics - Jay Z

[Intro: Sizzla]

They can't keep a gooda man down

Always keep a smile when they want me to frowns

Keep the vibes and they stood my grounds

They will never ever take my crown

Who Jah bless I say no man curse

Things gettin' better when they thought it would be worse

Here comes the officers askin' for a search

They found no weapon just only a draw of herbs

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

You in the presence of a king

Scratch that, you in the presence of a God

Put in the belly of the beast

I escaped, a nigga never had a job

Scott Boras, you over baby

Robinson Cano, you coming with me

These niggas is like rotary phones

It's a new day, hit up KD

Niggas always try to knock a nigga down

Knock me to my knees about a million times

Uncle said I'll never sell a million records

I sold a million records like a million times

These niggas shouldn't let me in

I ball so hard on ESPN

See my name come across on CNN

'Bout 6 minutes, you gonna see it again

'Bout 6 minutes, you gonna see me again

[Hook 2x: Travi$ Scott]

Shit on me

These niggas tried to shit on me

I was left for dead

They tried to wipe me out of your history

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Bulletproof glass, glass roof like the Pope

Bulletproof love, Niggas down since the yolk

Bitch asked if I was God

Fuck I'm supposed to say, "no"

You already seen me turn a man to a G.O.A.T.

You already know what I could do with the coke

Drop it in the water, made it disappear

I made it reappear, I had that bitch on a rope

I make my roof get ghost

Bottom grill, I make my tooth get gold

All the shit did, I wasn't supposed to live

Hallelujah Hov

Wasn't for the 'caine wouldn't be able

Wasn't for the bread, probably be dead

Best friends become ya enemies

Niggas' knives are double-edged

[Hook 2x]

Heaven lyrics - Jay Z

[Intro]
Have you ever?
Have you ever?

[Hook: x2]
Have you ever been to heaven? Have you ever seen the gates?
Have you bow down to your highness? And do you know how heaven taste?
Lie me down

[Verse 1]
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head - this is God body
Knowledge, wisdom, freedom, understanding - we just want our equality
Food, clothing, shelter - help a nigga find some peace
Happiness for a gangsta, ain't no love in the streets
Conspiracy theorist screaming Illuminati
They can't believe this much skill is in the human body
He's 6'2, how the fuck he fit in a new Bugatti?
Aw fuck it you got me
Question religion, question it all
Question existence until them questions are solved
Meanwhile this heretic I be out in Marrakesh
Morocco smoking hashish with my fellowship
Y'all dwell on devil shit, I'm in a Diablo Yellow shit
Color of Jello-O shit
Hello bitch, it's me again
Fresh in my Easter clothes feeling like Jesus and

[Hook: 2x]

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion

[Verse 2]
Getting ghost in the Ghost
Can you see me?
Can you see me?
Have mercy on a Judas, angels wings on a 'ghini
I'm secular, tell the hecklers seckle down
Y'all religion creates division
Like my Maybach partition n
God is my chauffeur

Boy they loves Hova
From the south side of Chi
To Brooklyn where I growed up I confess
God in the flesh
Live among the serpents
Turn arenas into churches
I'm like Michael recycle, these are not 16s
These are verses from bible
Tell the preacher he's a preacher
I'm a motherfucking prophet, smoke a tree of knowledge
Drink from a gold chalice, you gotta love it
I arrive at pearly gates, I had luggage
Meaning I had baggage
Niggas asking me questions, I don't answer to these busters
Only God could judge us, motherfuckers

[Hook: 2x]

Versus lyrics - Jay Z

Hey sucka nigga

Where ever you are

I thought about ya fool

While I was driving my car

I wonder if you fools

Realize how far

You are

You're no where in my rear mirror

Your last shit ain't better

Than my first shit

Your best shit

Ain't better than my worst shit

The truth in my verses

Versus

Your metaphors

About what your net worth is

Part II (On The Run) lyrics - jay Z (feat. Beyoncé)

[Intro: Beyoncé]

Who wants that perfect love story any way, anyway

Cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché

Who wants that hero love that saves the day, anyway

Cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché

What about the bad guy goes good, yeah

An innocent love un-misunderstood, yeah

Black hour glass, hour glass

Toast to cliché is in a dark past

Toast to cliché is in a dark past

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Boy meets girl, girl perfect woman

Girl get the bustin' before the cops come running

Chunking deuces, chugging D'USSE

Fuck what you say, boys in blue say

[Verse 2: Beyoncé]

I don't care if we on the run

Baby as long as I'm next to you

And if loving you is a crime

Tell me why do I bring out

The best in you

[Bridge: Beyoncé]

I hear sirens while we make love

Loud as hell but they don't know

They're nowhere near us

I will hold your heart and your gun

I don't care if they come, no

I know it's crazy but

[Hook: Beyoncé]

They can take me

Now that I found the places that you take me

Without you I got nothing to lose

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

I'm an outlaw, got an outlaw chick

Bumping 2Pac, on my outlaw shit

Matching tatts, this Ink don't come off

Even if rings come off

If things ring off

My nails get dirty

My past ain't pretty, my lady is, my Mercedes is

My baby momma harder than a lot of you niggas

Keep it 100, hit the lottery niggas

You ain't about that life ain't gotta lie to me, nigga

You know it's 'til the death, I hope it's obvi to niggas

Cross the line, speak about mine

I'm a wave this tech, I'm a geek about mine

Touch a nigga where his rib at, I click clat

Push your motherfucking wig back, I did that

I been wilding since a juvi

She was a good girl 'til she knew me

Now she is in the drop bussin' U'e

Screaming...

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Jay-Z]

Deeper than words, beyond right

Die for your love, beyond life

Sweet as a Jesus piece, beyond ice

Blind me baby with your neon lights

Ray Bans on, police in sight

Oh, what a beautiful death

Let's both wear white

If you go to heaven and they bring me to hell

Just sneak out and meet me, bring a box of L's

She fell in love with the bad guy, the bad guy

What you doing with them rap guys, them rap guys

They ain't see potential in me girl, but you see it

If it's me and you against the world, then so be it

[Verse 5: Beyoncé]

I don't care if they give me life

I get all of my life from you

And if loving you had a price

I would pay my life for you

[Bridge]

[Verse 6: Beyoncé]

I don't care I'll never give it up

Give it up, give it up, give it all away

No I swear I'll never give it up

Give it up, give it up, give it all away

I don't care I'll never give it up

Give it up, give it up, give it all away

No I swear I'll never give it up

Give it up, give it up, give it all away

Without you I got nothing to lose