The Bounce - Intellectual

[Intro: Jay-Z]

Uh, just point out the bounce, uh-huh

Show me the bounce, yeah

Just point out the bounce, gyeah

Timbo the king, yeah

Young Hov the king, yeah

Just point out the bounce, yes

Just point out the bounce nigga

Yo, listen

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Rumor has it 'The Blueprint' classic

Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden

So September 11th marks the era forever

Of a revolutionary Jay Guevara

Now it's a whole museum of Hov MC'ers

Everybody dupin' the flow, you see 'em

Everybody loopin' up soul

It's like they tryna make 'The Blueprint 2' before Hov

Shout out to Just Bleezy and Kanyeezy

See how we adjust to the game so easy?

Chicks belly dancin', glancin' every chance they get

Like, "Oh shit, he's so handsome"

Still in demand, in the longest run standing

Kidnapped rap seven years, no ransom

Can't one nigga get it back, no rap

Young Hov's going to Canton, I'ma land ya

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

(Point out the bounce)

I'll show you how to get this dough in

Large amounts 'til it's hard to count

(Point out the bounce)

I turn a eighth to a ounce

To a whole ki' to the R-O-C

(Point out the bounce)

Timbo the king, nigga (Uh-huh, woo)

Uh-huh, ayy, uh

(Point out the bounce)

Gyeah, young Hov the king, nigga

Uh, I got y'all

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

For those that think Hov fingers' bling-blingin'

Either haven't heard the album, or they don't know English

They only know what the single is

And single that out to be the meaning of what he's about

And being I'm about my business, not mingling much

Running my mouth, that shit kept lingering

But no, dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinkling

The album with to keep the registers ringing

In real life, I'm much more distinguished

I'm like a bloke from London, England

Gyeah, you jingling, baby

See, I go right back and I bring 'em in, baby

Business mind of a Ross Perot, but never lost my soul

Crossed the line, I bought pop across the row

Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good

Slangin them O's like a real O.G. should

"Oh, he's good"

"No, he would never sell out, he's so hood"

[Chorus: Jay-Z & Kanye West]

(Point out the bounce)

I'll show you how to get this dough in

Large amounts 'til it's hard to count

(Point out the bounce)

I turn a eighth to a ounce

To a whole ki' to the R-O-C

(Point out the bounce)

Timbo the king, nigga (Uh-huh, woo)

Uh-huh, ay, uh

(Point out the bounce)

Gyeah, young Hov the king, nigga

Uh, uh (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Kanye West]

Magazines call me a (Rock star), girls call me (Cock star)

Billboard (Pop star), neighborhood (Block star)

Chi-Town go-gettin' pimps (We mobsters)

Gingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!"

Yeah, that's how I feel (Uh-huh)

To be down, you must appeal

To the crew, we're rated R–

–O-C, OG Bobby Johnson, son

Ask me, "Ray-Ray, is that yo' car?"

"I seen MTV, I know who you are"

"You did 'Takeover', do you got beef with Nas?"

I did take over the game, brought back the soul

Got tracks to go, got plaques that's Gold

Platinum to go, yeah, that's the flow

All I know, I gots to blow

And I don't play pause, I'm from Chicago

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

I'll show you how to get this dough in

Large amounts 'til it's hard to count

(Point out the bounce)

I turn a eighth to a ounce

To a whole ki' to the R-O-C

(Point out the bounce)

Timbo the king, nigga, uh

(Point out the bounce)

Gyeah, young Hov the king, nigga

[Outro: Jay-Z]

Point out the bounce