It's just a public service announcement, sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Rockefeller Records. Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost 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 reintroduce myself, my name is O-O-H to the O-V. I used to move snowflakes by the oven, I guess even back then you can call me CEO or the R-O-C. Fresh out the frying pan, into the fire, I be the music biz number one supplier. Fly it in a piece of paper, bear my name, got the hottest chick in the game wearing my chain. That's right, ho, not D-O-C, but similar to them letters, no one could do it better. I check cheddar like a food inspector, my homie Strick told me dude, finish your breakfast. So that's what I'mma 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 us, shoot at you actors like movie directors. Say the movie dawg. Now before I finish, let me just say, I did not come here to show out, 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. Thing ain't lie, I done came through the block and everything that's fly. I'm like check your barrel with bling on, I'm complex, I never claim to have wings on. Get my by any means on, whenever there's a drought, get your umbrellas out because that's when I brainstorm. You can blame Sean, but I ain't inventing the game. I just roll the dice, trying to get some change. And I do it twice, ain't no sense in me lying. That's it, I am a different man. And I can blame my environment, but ain't no reason why I be buying expensive chains. Hope you don't think users are the only abusers. Getting high within the game. If you do, then how would you explain? I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my vein. I got a hustler spirit, carry it. Check out my hat, yo, peep the way I wear it. Check out 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, but you got hair. Only God can judge me, so I'm gone. Either love me or leave me alone. www.mooji.org