Public Service Announcement (Interlude)

This is a public service announcement
 Sponsored by Just blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records
 Fellow Americans
 It is with the upmost pride and sincerity that I present this recording
 As a living testament and recollection of history in the making
 During our generation
 Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Hov (Oh)
 H-to-the-O-V, I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
 I guess even back then you can call me
 C.E.O of the R-O-C, Hov
 Fresh out the frying pan into the fire
 I be the, music biz number one supplier
 Flyer than a piece or paper bearin' my name
 Got the hottest chick in the game wearin' my chain, thats right, Hov
 Not D.O.C, but similar to the letters, "No One Can Do it Better"
 I check cheddar like a food inspector
 My homie Strict told me, "Dude finish yo' breakfast"
 So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude
 With the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace
 Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this
 Shoot at you actors like movie directors
 This ain't a movie, dog (Oh, shit)
 Now before I finish
 Let me just say I did not come here to show out
 I did not come here to impress you
 Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I'm gone
 And I don't care what you think about me
 But just remember, when it hits the fan, brother
 Whether it's next year, ten years, twenty years from now
 You'll never be able to say that these brothers lied to you, jack
 Ving aint lie, I done came through the block in everything that's fly
 I'm like Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex
 I never claimed to have wings on, nigga I get mine
 By any means on whenever there's a drough
 Get your umbrellas out because that's when I brainstorm
 You can blame Shawn, but I ain't invent the game
 I just rolled the dice trying to get some change
 And I'd do it twice, ain't no sense in me
 Lying as if I am a different man
 And I could blame my environment but
 There ain't no reason why I be buying expensive chains
 Hope you don't think users are the only abusers
 Niggas getting high within the game
 If you do then, how would you explain?
 I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins
 I gotta hustler spirit, nigga period
 Check at my hat, yo, peep the way I wear it
 Check at my swag, yo, I walk like a ball player
 No matter where you go, you are what you are player
 And you can try to change but that's just the top layer
 Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here
 Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
 Either love me, or leave me alone
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 L'Album Noir, The Black Album