Uhh, just point out the bounce
  Uh-huh, show me the bounce, yeah
  Just point out the bounce, yeah
  Timbo the king, yeah
  Young Hov' the king, yeah
  Just point out the bounce..
  Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
  Yo, listen
    [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 Guevero
  Now it's a whole museum of, Hov' MCers
  Everybody dupin the flow, you see 'em
  Everybody loopin up soul
  It's like you tryin to make "The Blueprint 2" before Hov'
  Shout out to Just Bleezy and, Kan-yeezy
  See how we adjusted the game so easy
  Chicks barely dancin, glancin every chance they get
  Like - oh shit, he's so handsome
  Still in demand in the longest run standin
  Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom
  Can't one nigga get it back no rap
  Young Hov's goin to Canton, I'm now eligible
    [Chorus]
  Point out the bounce - and show you how to get this dough in
  large amounts 'til it's hard to count
  Point out the bounce - I turn a 8 to an ounce
  to a whole ki to the R.O.C.
  Point out the bounce - Timbo the king nigga
  Uhh, yeah, uhh
  Point out the bounce - jeah, Young Hov' the king nigga
    Uhh, I got y'all..
    [Jay-Z]
  For those that think Hov' fingers bling bling'n
  Either haven't heard the album or they don't know english
  They only know what the single is, and singled that out
  to be the meaning of what he is about
  And bein I'm about my business, not minglin much
  runnin my mouth, that shit kept lingerin
  But no dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinklin
  The album width to keep the registers ringin
  In real life, I'm much more distinguished
  I'm like a bloke from London, England
  Jeah, you jinglin 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 young
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Three]
  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
  To be down, you must appeal
  To the crew, we're rated R
  O.C., O.G., Bobby Johnson son
  Ask me, "Rey-Rey, 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 the flow
  And I don't play cause I'm from Chicago
    [Chorus]
    Point out the bounce [repeat 5X]