All rhymers with alzheimers, line up please.
All mamies with mind-freeze, please line up please.
All bloggers with comments, please I come in peace,
To see if he can kill your amnesia by the time I leave.
All mamies I harbored for, vouch for me.
Tell em bout the time on your mama's couch mami.
All hustlas who ever bought a 8th from me.
Take this time out to set the record straight for me.
'Member me, silver bullet, hard top, mentally
They think I'm outta shape so I have to jog they memory.
Think with indelible ink, I let the pen go.
Verses permanently tattooed, serve as mementos.
Ahh-I'm so mental, my track record speaks for itself,
I'm so instrumental.
Allow me to rekindle, let's all reminisce like Mary did.
I Think I have to send you a reminder, here it is.

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Reminder, reminder.
I got it if you need it, a reminder.
Reminder, reminder.
Think I better give you a reminder.
Reminder, reminder.
I got it if you need it, a reminder.
Reminder, reminder.
Cuz I can give you a friendly reminder.

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Ahh-What the hell have yall done,
to even have an opinion on what I been doing.
What the hell have yall won,
Only thing you can identify with is losing.
10 number one albums in a row,
who better than me, only the Beatles,
Nobody ahead of me.
I crushed Elvis in his blue swede shoes.
Made the Rolling Stones seem sweet as kool-aid too.
'96, '97, '98, '99, 2000, 2001 and beyond.
'02, '03, '04, '05, '06 and '07, '08, '09.
Back-to-back, double-plat,
I did what you want.
Men lie, women lie, numbers don't.
Ain't nothing changed for me 'cept the year it is.
I think I here to send you a reminder, here it is.

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Do what I done without, crying in the environment
in which I did it in without dying, my nigga.
Rap like I rap without lying,
Then tie em both together like iron, my nigga.
Then write sixteens in between running sixteen business,
all the while showing these young punks what the bizness is.
As if Imma let you niggas style on me.
As if, now everybody senile on me.
Throwbacks, I threw em back.
Remember those button-ups?
Young Hov, tell them ordinary Joe's Budden/button up.
I destroy your 4.0s, in Benz 500s,
it all points to ohhhhhh!
Now you niggas 'member me, tell me
How could you forget, back to Johnny's album cover.
Red and blue Gucci shit.
Ain't nothing changed but the year it is.
I think I have to send you a reminder, here it is.

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