Dope Man — Jay-Z

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the effects will undoubtedly be felt worldwide

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Aiyyo, stand forward, 'fore you take notice or witness to me killin the track Testify 'til me spillin the smack Now they got me for traffickin, racketeerin, audio crack {Hook:} They call me Dope Man, Dope Man I try to tell em I'm where hope, floats man Ghetto spokes-man A broke man, approachin the bench with intent to bury me under the cell, fingered me as the toast man Evidence stemmin from ninety-six They say the world ain't recovered from his fix While they was usin cut I was on some other shit Gave it to you raw and they just discovered it Nowaday, the jury got they brow raised Listenin to testimony about my foul ways Exhibit A: Reasonable Doubt They say this was the first thing that turned the peoples out

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as an unprecedented number of people have turned out for what may be the Trial of the Century {Hook}

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How come, you label your brand of dope Volume 1 and spread it through the slums? Fed it to the young with total disregard Your honor, the State seeks the maximum charge And how could you, turn right around and release a lethal dosage called Volume 2 And is true you operate the criminal enterprise known as Roc-a-Fella in charge of his meteoric rise? And do you deny you're responsible for the demise of record execs, and do you object? Your distribution's Polygram, and through your connects Def Jam, you pushed over five million SoundScan And not to mention, your co-horts and henchmen Dame, Biggs, Lyor, Kev' and Russell Simmons And we ain't gon' talk about Murder, Inc. That just establishes a darker deeper criminal link

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and with the overwhelming amount of evidence the D.A.'s presented, things aren't looking good {Hook}

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the rapper has been known to emerge triumphant in the face of adversity {Hook}

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Right hand on the Bible, left hand in the air Before I spoke one word, made sure my throat was clear A-hem, I'm a prisoner of circumstance Frail nigga, I couldn't much work with my hands But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks Destroy our dreams of lawyers and actors Keep us spiralin, goin backwards At age nine, saw my first hate crime Blindfolded, expected to walk a straight line Mind molded, taught to love you and hate mine Climbed over it, at a early age, Jay shined Fuck the system at Lady Justice I blaze nine Your Honor, I no longer kill my people, I raise mine The soul of Mumia in this modern day time

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outside the crowd is frozen with anticipation {Hook}

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It is complete pandemonium out here! {Hook; Serena keeps speaking} People are cheering and hugging - there he is Jay-Z is exiting the courtroom right now There is a swarm of cameras surrounding him {*pop bulbs flashing*} and people are just rushing up to him Let's try and make our way over there, Jay-Z! Jay-Z! {*sounds of cameras keep flashing*, *music fades*}