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On this edition of #FireVerses, we visit Meek Mill’s Championships album for an instant classic JAY-Z verse on “What’s Free”. On this Notorious B.I.G. sample, Meek Mill, Rick Ross and JAY-Z come together to give us real game on what it means to be free in America (more specifically for black people).

JAY dropped a clean 44-bar verse about building his own freedom and being his own boss today. Listen to him talk his talk at the end of this song.

#FireVerses, Volume 3.

 

[JAY-Z’s lyrics] - Verse 3

In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved
Three-fifth's of a man I believe's the phrase
I'm 50% of D'usse and it's debt free (Yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B (Uh)
Roc Nation, half of that, that's my piece
Hunnid percent of Tidal to bust it up with my G's
Since most of my n****s won't ever work together
You run a cheque up but they never give you leverage
No red hat, don't Michael and Prince me and Ye
They separate you when you got Michael and Prince's DNA, uh
I ain't one of these house n****s you bought
My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
My spou- (C'mon man)
My route better of course
We started without food in our mouth
They gave us pork and pig intestines
S**t you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave
You came back, reinvested and gentrified it
Took n***a's sense of pride
Now how that's free?
And the people stole their soul and hit n***as with 360's
I ain't got a billion streams, got a billion dollars
Inflating numbers like we 'posed to be happy about this
We was praisin' Billboard but we were young
Now I look at Billboard like 'Is you dumb?'
To this day, Grandma 'fraid of what I might say
They gon' have to kill me Grandmama, I'm not they slave (Ha-ha-ha)
Check out the bizarre rappin' style used by me the HOV
Look at my hair free, care free
N***as ain't near free
Enjoy your chains, whats your employer name with the hair piece?
I survived the hood, can't no Shaytan rob me
My accountant's so good I'm practically livin' tax free
Factory, that's me
Sold drugs, got away scot-free
That's a CC, E-copy
Guilt free, still me
And they expect me to not feel a way to this day
You would say y'all kill me
Sucker free, no shuckin me
I don't jive turkey
Say 'Happy Thanksgiving'
S**t sound like murder to me
Smoke free
All of y'all calling out toll free
Labels rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me
Sugar free, seasoned but I'm salt free
Lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for free
I promise World War three
Send an order through a hands free, kill you in 24 hours 
or shorter you can't ignore the hand speed
On god, it's off the head this improv
But it's no comedy
Sign I fail, hell naw (Ha-ha-ha)