How much of Jay Z’s rap did you understand when he was dissing track to smithereens? I understood some of it, but definitely not all of it. But…there is a reason….peep the verse in full.

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Hop off the slave ship
Popped off my chain and took it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
Walked in that bitch like “Nigga we made it!”
I own my own masters, you know I ain’t missin’ no royalty statements
I can’t be rated (God, God), damn Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so much art talk
Silly me rappin’ ’bout shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap about guns they ain’t shot
And a bunch of other silly shit that they ain’t got
I’m on my Lupita Nyong’o
Stuntin’ on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave
This Ace of Spades look like an Oscar
Black tux, look like a mobster
Don’t make me RRRRAA yah, nigga watch your tone
I come to court with black boxers on
Y’all hella jealous of my melatonin
I could black out at any given moment
I’m God, G is the seventh letter made
So when my arms & feet shackled I still get paid
All praises due
I’m ready to chase the Yakub back into caves
These are the last days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the last supper in some brand new J’s
I’m the true and livin’, book of Hov
New religion, 8th wonder of the world, alien, superstition
You’re blind, baby
Blind to the fact of who you are maybe
My bloodline’s crazy
Kings and queens and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido, sucio
The flow is filthy, y’all can’t kill me
I’ve been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock sucker we made it