Hot Chip Versus Jay-Z - Ready For My First Song

This is a mash up of Jay-Z's My First Song & Hot CHip's Ready For The Floor
Lyrics
Y'all wanna know why he don't stop?
Y'all wanna know why he don't flop?
Let me tell you peep peeps for a while
Came from the bottom of the block, I
When I was born, it was sworn
I was never gonna be shit
Had to pull the opposite out this bitch
Had to get my ri-ride on
Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to
Had to, had to get these chips
Had to make moves like Olajuwon
Started out selling dimes and nicks
Graduated to a brick, no exaggeration, my infatuation with the scripts
Legendary like a school boy crushin nearly, nearly, every, every chick
Heavy shit, that's how school boy got whipped and got levels so jest
Me, myself, and I on some true boy shit
Half the boys threw a place up, to a place of no return
Had to plug a fire, and get burned
Only way the boy ever gonna learn
Had to lay way in the cut, 'till I finally got my turn
Now I'm on top in the spot that I earned

(Hook)
It's my life
It's my pain and my struggle
The song that I sing to you, it's my everything
Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
And my thirst is the same as when I came
It's my joy and my tears, and the laughter it brings to me
It's my everything

Like I never rode in a limo
Like I just dropped flows to a demo (whoo!)
Like it's '92 again and, and I got O's in a rental
Back in the stu again, no prob livin' was a whole lot simple
When you think back, you thought that, you would never make it this far
Then you, take advantage of the luck handed you handed
Or the talent, you been given
Ain't no, half steppin, ain't no, no slippin
Ain't no different from a block that's hidden,
Gotta get it while the gettin's good
Gotta strike while the iron's hot
When you stop, then you've gotta bid it, good riddance
Goodbye....
This is my second major breakup
My first was with a pager, a hoopdie, a cookpot, and the game
This one's with the stu, with the stage, with the fortune
Maybe not the fortune
But certainly the fame

(Hook)
It's my life
It's my pain and my struggle
The song that I sing to you, it's my everything
Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
And my thirst is the same as when I came
It's my joy and my tears, and my laughter it brings to me
It's my everything
Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
And my thirst like the first song I sang (whoo!)

(Jay-Z speaking over beat)
Whoo!
It's like the blues, gonna ride out on this one
Ta-ta, be-ha
Yo Ha, you remember when you was makin them bastards for them niggas on radio and shit?
Clark Kent, that was good lookin out nigga, Carlene
Who ever thought we would make it this far homie?
They can't stop us, know what I'm sayin?
Lenny S.
Dame, what up? Robbing the bank.
Niggas thought we was crazy man, remember uh
You had that fucked up ass handwriting, you was writing
All the numbers that we would spendin now for the video
Your accountant was crazy wrong and shit
But we still put it together
Biggs, what's up?
Remember we went to Saint Thomas and, uh
your dog peed on homie's leg and shit at his crib? (I think that was Ruby)
And you was having a lil trouble with the pool, you and Ta-ta was laughing
Emory was there. What up Emory? What up Tah?
Hip-hop, what up man?
Eh, hay Hoff.... you ain't, you ain't have no, uh
You ain't have no motherfuckin seat on your, on your bicycle
Now you, uh, the head of black music
That's what I'm talking about right there homie (What up G?)
Yes sir. Hey Guru, I know you're spoiled man
I be taking them shits in one take, you gonna have to punch niggas shit
You gonna be tight (OG 1, what up?)
I'm a little upset that you wasn't involved in this whole process, but it's all good
What's up Dash?
My whole family, my nephew
Cousin Angie, what's up? T-T (Be, Be, Be, Be)
Mom, you made the album
How crazy is that?!
Bob Allah, rest in peace
My pops, rest in peace (Sup AJ?)
Biggie Smalls, rest in peace (uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh)
Nigga, I'm bout to go golfing man
Hey, I might even have me a cappuccino, fuck it
I'm going somewhere nice where no mosquitoes at niggas
Holla at me
It's your boy!

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