เนื้อเพลง Reminder - Jay-Z

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.

[Chorus]
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.

[Verse]
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.

Chorus

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

Chorus