Текст песни The Ruler's Back, Jay Z

[Intro:]
I
Am
Back,
Niggas!
Ladies and gentlemen, H to the izz-O.
I wanna thank e'rybody out there for they purchase,
I surely appreciate it.
What you about to witness is my thoughts,
Just my thoughts, man, right or wrong,
Just what I was feelin' at the time.
You ever felt like this, vibe with me,
Walk with a nigga, man, just vibe with me.

[Verse 1:]
Yo, gather round, hustlers, that's if you still livin',
And get on down to that ol' Jig rhythm.
Here's a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison,
A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high.
I, Young Vito, voice of the young people,
Mouthpiece for hustlers I'm back, mothafuckas!
Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns,
Y'all can't fuck with Hov, what type of X y'all on?
I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm,
Charges don't stick to dude, he's Teflon,
I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred,
I'm not guilty, now gimme back my bread.
Mr. District Attorney, I'm not sure if they told you,
I'm on TV every day, where the fuck could I go to?
Plus, Hov don't run, Hov stand and fight,
Hov a soldier, Hov been fightin' all his life, so
What could you do to me? It's not new to me.
Sue me? Fuck you! What's a couple dollars to me?
But you will respect me, simple as that,
Or I got no problem goin' back.
I'm representin' for the seat where Rosa Parks sat,
Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped.
So off we go, let the trumpets blow,
And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro.
The ruler's back.

I
Am
Back,
Niggas!
Turn the mothafuckin' music up!
The ruler's back
I
Am
Back,
Niggas!
Yeah!

[Verse 2:]
Well, in these times, well, at least to me,
There's a lot of rappers out there tryna sound like Jay-Z.
I'll help you out, here's what you do,
You gonna need a wide lens ‘cause that's a vurr big shoe.
And you got a couple of Beans and you don't have a Clue?
You situation is Bleek, I'ma keep it Rell ‘cause
Fuckin' with me, you gotta drop Amil,
‘Cause if you gonna cop something you gotta cop Pharrell.
Don't only talk it, walk like it, from the bricks to the booth.
I could predict the future like Cleo the psychic,
You can't date skeeos and wife it, uh-uh,
And you can't sell me bullshit, we know the prices,
So what your life is?
We gon' roll till the wheels fall off, y'all muhfuckas, check the tires.
Off we go, let the trumpets blow,
And hold on, because the driver of that Bentley is a pro.
The ruler's back.