Jay-Z - Watch the Throne Album Lyrics

Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a God?
What's a God to a non-believer
Who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive?
Alright, alright
No church in the wild

Tears on the mausoleum floor
Blood stains the Coliseum doors
Lies on the lips of a priest
Thanksgiving disguised as a feast
Rollin' in the Rolls-Royce Corniche
Only the doctors got this, I'm hidin' from police
Cocaine seats
All white like I got the whole thing bleached
Drug dealer chic
I'm wonderin' if a thug's prayers reach
Is Pious pious 'cause God loves pious?
Socrates asks, "Whose bias do y'all seek?"
All for Plato, screech
I'm out chere' ballin', I know y'all hear my sneaks
Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy, laid beats
Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats, preach

Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a God?
What's a God to a non-believer
Who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive?
Alright, alright
No church in the wild

I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love is my scripture
And let me in through your encryption, yeah, yeah

Coke on her black skin made it stripe like a zebra
I call that jungle fever
You will not control the threesome
Just roll the weed up until I get me some
We formed a new religion
No sins as long as there's permission
And deception is the only felony
So never f*ck nobody without tellin' me
Sunglasses and Advil
Last night was mad real
Sun comin' up five AM
I wonder if they got cabs still
Thinkin' 'bout the girl in all-leopard
Who was rubbin' the wood like Kiki Shepard
Two tattoos, one read "No apologies"
The other said "Love is cursed by monogamy"
That's somethin' that the pastor don't preach
That's somethin' that a teacher can't teach
When we die, the money we can't keep
But we prolly spend it all 'cause the pain ain't cheap, preach

Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a God?
What's a God to a non-believer
Who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive?
Alright, alright
No church in the wild

No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild

(All engines running)

We gon' take it to the moon, take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
I'm supercharged
We 'bout to take this whole thing to Mars (lift off)

Now we gon' take it to the moon, take it to the stars
You don't know what we been through to make it this far
So many scars
We 'bout to take this whole thing to Mars

(Lift off) lift off, takin' my coat off
Showin' my tattoos, I'm such a showoff, huh
I feel the pain and then rolled off
I got the whole city they about to go off
How many niggas with' me up and in this aisle?
How many people wanna roll with me now?
Like you know na na na, you know me by now
Know me, know me by now

We gon' take it to the moon, take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
I'm supercharged
We 'bout to take this whole thing to Mars

Now we gon' take it to the moon, take it to the stars
You don't know what we been through to make it this far
So many scars
We 'bout to take this whole thing to Mars (lift off, ah, ah)

Like you know na na na, you know me by now
Know me, know me by now
You know, know me by now
Know me, know me by now

Lift off, rappers hear watch the throne
They gon' be pissed off
Earth is boring to 'em
Shit is making my dick soft
When you Earnhart as me eventually you hit a big wall
Five, four, three, two we need fuel, lift off

Now we gon' take it to the moon, take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
I'm supercharged
I'm 'bout to take this whole thing to Mars

Now we gon' take it to the moon, take it to the stars
You don't know what we been through to make it this far
So many scars
'Bout to take this whole thing to Mars

(Twenty seconds and counting)
(T-minus fifteen seconds, guidance is internal)
(Twelve, eleven, ten, nine)
(Ignition sequence start)
(Six, five, four, three, two, one)
(Zero, all engine running)
(Lift off, we have a liftoff)

Now we gon', now we gon', now we gon', now we gon' (J-jump)
Now we gon' take it to the moon
Now we gon', now we gon' (J-j-jump)
We gon' take it to the moon
Take it to the stars (J-j-jump)
We gon' take it to the moon
Take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
Take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
Now we gon', now we gon', now we gon', now we gon', now

(We're gonna skate to one song, one song only)
(Ball so hard ma'f*ckas wanna fine me)

[T.I.]Hey!
Ay, man, I'unno what done happened, uh
I guess y'all musta caught amnesia in my absence, I ain't been gone that long, have I?
Well, just for your reminder, how 'bout the crown meet The Throne right here?
Let's get it

Call me T.I. or CPR, I'm killin' shit, even in prison, I'm still the shit
Betta reconi', King in the buildin', bitch, act like you know, are you serious?
I (ball so hard), my ankle hurt, don't buy a car if I ain't the fir'
In the country wit' it, one, two, three bitches to watch me while I painted her
I (ball so hard), they hate to see me, on the stage, Jay-Z, Kanye wit' me
You know I (ball so hard), Tip is scary, merci beaucoup in Par-ee
Parlez-vous francais, I say, menage a trois today, I say
I (ball so hard), how I depart? Maybach chauffeured, I ain't got to par'
So raw, so official, dawg, them lames can't do nothin' wit' you, dawg
She all on me, better get your broad, don't like that, blow yo' whistle, dawg
I (ball so hard), no referee'll throw no flag, ain't no techs for me
I keep them suckas upset wit' me, them racks back on deck, you be' belee' that I…

Ball so hard ma'f*ckas wanna fine me
That shit cray (What, 'Ye?)
That shit cray (Haaaa)
That shit cray

Ball so hard ma'f*ckas wanna fine me
That shit cray (Huh, what, 'Ye?)
That shit cray (Yeah, yeah)
That shit cray (Go, ay!)

[Jay-Z]
Ball so hard ma'f*ckas wanna fine me, but first niggas gotta find me
What's fitty grand to a ma'f*cka like me, can you please remind me?
Ball so hard, this shit crazy, y'all don't know that don't shit phase me
The Nets could go 0-for-82, when I look at you, like, this shit gravy
Ball so hard, this shit weird, we ain't even pose' beat here
Ball so hard, but since we here, it's only right that we be fair
Psycho, I'm liable to go Michael, take ya pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game Six
Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolies that don't tick-tock
Audemars that's losin' time, hidden behind all these big rocks
Ball so hard, I'm shocked, too, I'm supposed to be locked up, too
You escape what I escaped, you'd be in Paris gettin' f*cked up too
Ball so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice for like six days
Gold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick Js
Balled so hard, bitch, behave, just might let you meet 'Ye
Chi-town's D. Rose, so I'm movin' the Nets to BK

Ball so hard ma'f*ckas wanna fine me
That shit cray
That shit cray
That shit cray

Ball so hard ma'f*ckas wanna fine me
That shit cray
That shit cray
That shit cray

[Kanye West]
She said, "'Ye, can we get married at the mall?"
I said, "Look, you need to crawl 'fore you ball
Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all"
(Ball so hard) That shit cray (That shit cray) Ain't it, Jay?
(Ball so hard) What she order? (What she order?) Fish filet
(Ball so hard) "Yo' whip so cold!" (Whip so cold!) This old thing?
Act you'll ever be around motherf*ckers like this again
Bougie girl, grab my hand, f*ck that bitch, she don't wanna dance
'Scuse my French, but I'm in France (Haha) I'm just sayin'
Prince William's ain't do it right, if you ask me
'Cause I was him I woulda (Married Kate and Ashley)
What's Gucci, my nigga? What's Louis, my killa?
What's drugs, my dealer? What's that jacket, Margiela?
Doctors say I'm the illest, 'cause I'm sufferin' from realness
Got my niggas in Paris, and they goin' gorillas (Hunh?)

(I don't even know what that means!)
(No one knows what it means)
(But it's provocative)
(No, it's not)
(Gets the people goin')

Ball so hard ma'f*ckas wanna fine me
Ball so hard ma'f*ckas wanna fine me

You are now watchin' the throne, don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone, don't let me get in my zone
These other niggas is lyin', actin' like the summer ain't mine
(I got that hot bitch in my home) You know how many hot bitches I own?
Don't let me get in my zone, don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone, don't let me get in my zone
The stars is in the buildin', they hands is to the ceilin'
I know I'm 'bout to kill it, "How you know?" I got that feelin'
You are now watchin' the throne, don't let me enter my zone
Don't let me enter my zone, I'm definitely in my zone
(Zone, zone, zone, zone…)

It makes it easier, easier to bear
You won't regret it, no, no
Some girls, they don't forget it
Love is their own happiness, yeah
Sq-sq-sq-squeeze her (sounds so soulful, don't you agree?)
Don't tease her
Never leave her

I invented swag
Poppin' bottles, puttin' supermodels in the cab, proof
I guess I got my swagger back, truth
New watch alert, Hublots
Or the big face Rollie, I got two of those
Arm out the window, through the city I maneuver slow
Cock back, snap back
See my cut through the holes

Damn, Yeezy and Hov
Where the hell ya been?
Niggas talkin' real reckless, stuntmen
I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond 'em
Now I'm bout to make them tuck they whole summer in
They say I'm crazy, well, I'm 'bout to go dumb again
They ain't see me 'cause I pulled up in my other Benz
Last week I was in my other other Benz
Throw your diamonds up 'cause we in this bitch another 'gain

Photoshoot fresh, looking like wealth
I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself
Uh, live from the Mercer
Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya
Flee in the G450, I might surface
Political refugee, asylum can be purchased
Uh, everything's for sale, I got five passports
I'm never going to jail

I made "Jesus Walks" I'm never going to Hell
Couture level flow, it's never going on sale
Luxury rap, the Hermès of verses
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
I get it custom, you a customer
You ain't 'customed to going through customs
You ain't been nowhere, huh?
And all the ladies in the house, got 'em showing off
I'm done, I hit ya up mañana

Welcome to Havana
Smoking Cubanos with Castro in cabanas
Viva Mexico, Cubano
Dominicano, all the plugs that I know
Driving Benzes, with' no benefits
Not bad, huh? For some immigrants
Build your fences, we diggin' tunnels
Can't you see? We gettin' money up under you

Can't you see the private jets flyin' over you?
Maybach bumper sticker read "What would Hova do?"
Jay is chillin', 'Ye is chillin'
What more can I say? We killin' 'em
Hold up, before we end this campaign
As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames
Lord, please let them accept the things they can't change
And pray that all of their pain be champagne

Turn my headphones up, louder
Uh-huh, uh-huh

(What you need, what, what you need)
(I got what you need, what, what you need)
(What you need, what, what you need)
(I got what you need)

Hello, hello, hello, hello, white America, assassinate my character
Money matrimony, yeah, they tryna break the marriage up
Who gon' act phonier? Who gon' try to embarrass ya?
I'ma need a day off, I think I'll call Ferris up
Bueller had a Mueller, but I switched it for a Miele
'Cause I'm richer, and prior to this shit was movin' freebase
Had a conference with the DJ's (yeah), Puerto Rico three-days
Poli' with the PDs, now they got our shit on replay
Sorry I'm in pajamas, but I just got off the PJ
And last party we had, they shut down Prive
(Ain't that where the Heat play?) Yep (niggas hate ballers these days) yup
Ain't that like LeBron James? (Ain't that just like D-Wade, wait)

(What you need, what, what you need)
(I got what you need, what, what you need)
(What you need, what, what you need)
(I got what you need)

What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up
What's up ma'f*cka, where my money at? (what you need)
You gon' make me come down to your house where yo' mommy at (what you need)
Mummy wrap the kids, have 'em cryin' for they mommy back
Dummy that your daddy is, tell 'em I just want my racks
(Racks on racks on racks) racks
(Maybachs on bachs on bachs on bachs on bachs) who in that?
Oh shit, it's just blacks on blacks on blacks
(Hundred stack) how you get it? (Nigga, layin' raps on tracks)
I wish I could give you this feelin', I'm planking on a million
I'm riding through yo' hood, you can bank I ain't got no ceiling
(Made a left on Nostrand Ave) right (we in Bed-Stuy)
Made a right on 79th, I'm coming down South Shore Drive
(I remain Chi-town) Brooklyn 'til I die

(Take 'em on home, take 'em on home)
(Take 'em on home, take 'em on home)
(I got what you need, what, what you need)
(Take 'em on home)
(What you need, what, what you need)
(I got what you need, what, what you need)
(Take 'em on home, take 'em on home)
(Take 'em on home, take 'em on home)
(Tryna hurt my name, huh?)

Party people say, party people say
Ay it's a new day, it's a new day
World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say
Ay

I woke up this morning thinking 'bout the old me
When I was feeling like Miller Lite and Ol' E
But now I ride on some conscious shit
I'm getting bread while I toast to my accomplishments
Only one I could have a problem with is myself
That's probably why my only competition is myself
From today to tomorrow
The Doc is just rocking the same drum
F*ck the past, though I ain't forgot where I came from
I got the club rocking, uh
I got your girl jocking, uh
Me and Fif' still in this bitch, bitch
We going the distance with you party people come on

Party people say, party people say
Ay it's a new day, it's a new day
World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say
Ay

Now, you can get your knees on the church floor, pray it get better
Or push the dough on the liquor store, see where it get ya
But me, I got to be on top
I said, me I get to be on top
I got the street on lock
I'm on automatic pilot, ain't nobody starting me
Growing up in poverty ain't fill my heart with larceny
Niggas ride, I don't hide, I dump to get 'em off of me
I'm a leader, look and see the natural born boss of me
They from Bel Air, I'm from the bottom
Soon as I spot 'em I get to drop 'em
I got 'em the competition, red-dot 'em
It's dinner time when the 9 come out
It's off with the chain, off with the ring
Move bang, off with ya brain

Party people say, party people say
Ay it's a new day, it's a new day
World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say
Ay

Marks on the wall
It's now or never at all
I'm gonna give it my all
Whether I rise or fall

True story, I said I'd get rich or die trying
I did it, good luck sucker, trying to stop my shine
Nothing matters but the music, music my first love
We paper chasing, I'm always coming in first, cuz
I'm built for it, see I'm better under pressure
I react like a maniac when I'm coming to get ya
I got to win, Em watch and Dre watch and my son watching
F*ck that, losing ain't an option
I'm sharp I'm on point
The ink from my ballpoint
Throwing out my pain
I'm back on my A-game
I'm focused, for me this is just another victory
Except that I'm stronger than an ox now mentally

Party people say, party people say
Ay it's a new day, it's a new day
World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say
Ay

Uh, hello, can I speak to uh, uh,
Yeah you know who you are
Look, you had no idea what ya dealing with
Something on some of this realest shit
Pop champagne yeah I'll give you a sip
'Bout to go dumb how come,
Yeah, that's my bitch

That's my bitch, sh-shorty right there
That's my bitch, that's my bitch

I've been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life, and live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high

I paid for them titties, get your own
It ain't safe in the city, watch the throne
She say I care more about them Basquion's, Basquiats
She learning a new word, it's yacht
Blew the world up as soon as I hit the club with her
Too Short called, told me "I fell in love with her"
Seen by actors, ball players and drug dealers
And some lesbians that never loved niggas
Twisted love story "True Romance"
Mary Magdalene from a pole dance
I'm a freak huh, rock star life
The second girl with us, that's our wife
Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle
Who's the new old perv that's tryna play second fiddle?
No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle
But my dick worth money I put Monie in the middle

I've been waiting for a long long time (Where she at? In the middle)
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life, and live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high

Swilling little licks and mixes 'til mornin'
I'm yearnin', ooh, yeah
Could I maybe have another dab of your potion?
Stop motion, ooh, yeah

Go harder than a nigga for a nigga go figure
Told me "keep my own money" if we ever did split up
How can somethin' so gangsta be so pretty in pictures?
Ripped jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers
Uh, Picasso was alive he woulda made her
That's right nigga Mona Lisa can't fade her
I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice
But why all the pretty icons always all white?
Put some colored girls in the MoMA
Half these broads ain't got nothing on Willona
Don't make me bring Thelma in it
Bring Halle, bring Penélope and Salma in it
Back to my Beyoncés
You deserve three stacks word to Andre
Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in museums
You belong in Vintage clothes crushing the whole building
You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealing
You too dope for any of those civilians
Now shoo trigga, stop looking at her tits
Get ya own dog ya heard?
That's my bitch

I've been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life, and live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high

Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well, yeah, yeah
Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well, yeah, yeah
I asked her where she wanna be when she twenty-five
She turned around and looked at me and said, "Alive"
Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well, uh

Black Axl Rose, move halves and wholes
Come down to the jungle, just ask for Hov
Move blocks and squares, move apples and pears
Work pots and pans, just to cop me some Airs
My uncle died, my daddy did too
Paralyzed by the pain, I can barely move
My nephew gone, my heart is torn
Sometimes I look to the sky, ask why I was born
My faith in God, every day is hard
Every night is worse, that's why I pray so hard

Why I pray so hard, this is crazy God
Just when I thought I had everything, I lost it all
So que sera, get a case of Syrah
Let it chase the pain, before it goes too far

My dreams is big, reality set in
Let off a clip from a automatic weapon
Through shots in the door, it died in Vegas
Though it fought so hard, I knew it wouldn't make it
I'm a tortured soul, I live in disguise
Rest in peace to the leader of the Jackson 5
I died in my sleep, I'm still Big Pimpin'
I ball at the mall, beginning of the ending
Where the f*ck is the sun? It's been a while
Momma, look at ya son, what happened to my smile?
My tears is tatted, my rag in my pocket
I'm just looking for love, I know somebody got it
Champagne for the pain, weed for the low
Goddamn I'm so high, where the f*ck did I go?
I'm losing myself, I'm stuck in the moment
I look in the mirror, my only opponent
Where the f*ck is the press? Where the f*ck is the Pres?
Either they don't know or don't care, I'm f*cking depressed
No crying in public, just lying to judges
Risking my life, I'm already dying, so f*ck it well

Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well, goddammit

This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lord
'Til I die I'm a f*ckin' ball
Now who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me huh?
Who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me huh?

Black cards, black cars, black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that's for?

Who gon' stop me huh?
Who gon' stop me huh?

Who gon' stop me?
No brakes, I need, State Farm
So many watches I need eight arms
One neck but got eight charms

Who gon' stop me huh?

Niggaas talkin', they bitch-made, ix-nay off my dicks-nay
That's pig-Latin, itch-bay
Who gon' stop me huh?
Last night ain't go so well
Got kicked up out the hotel
Got a little freaky like Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Howard Cosell
You just a commentator, if you get me paper
Everybody I know from the hood got common haters
In some relations, you just supposed to say none
Heard she f*cked the doorman
Well that's cool I f*cked the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one basis
I only like green faces

This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lord
'Til I die I'm a f*ckin' ball

Now who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me huh?
Who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me huh?

Black cards, black cars
Black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that's for

Y'all weed purple, my money purple
Y'all Steve Urkel, I'm Oprah circle
I wrote the verse, that I hope will hurt you

Who gone stop me huh?
Beat the odds, beat the feds
It wouldn't be wise, to bet against the kid
Start me broke, I bet I get rich
Night shift, six to six
Gimmie one shot, one pot
I'll show up in all white, wearing no socks
No ceiling, new coupe
They know I'm a dope boy
They don't have no proof
I'm three steps removed, I know how to move
It's looking like, I don't know how to lose
I'm winning again, I'm at the Wynn
I'm at the table, I'm gambling
Lucky lefty, I expect a seven
I went through Hell, I'm expecting Heaven, I'm owed
See I'm thorough and I stuck to the G-code
I'm here, oh yeah, I promise I ain't going nowhere
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm allergic to having bunny ears
Like broke, like nope, like ha
I ain't no joke, I can't be stopped
Like nope, like nope
Extend the beat Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the black card ah
Told y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the ocean was my backyard eh
No lies in my verses hey, please pardon all the curses hey
Shit gotta come some way, f*ck, when you growing up worthless uh
Middle finger to my old life ugh, special shout out to my old head uh
If it wasn't for your advice uh, a nigga would have been so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til these niggas kill me
Turn this up, if you niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, trying to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the MoMA
And I did all of this, without a diploma
Graduated from the corner, y'all can play me
For a motherf*ckin' fool if you wanna
Street smart, and I'm book smart
Could have been a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up

This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lord
'Til I die, I'm a f*ckin' ball

Now who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me huh?
Who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me huh?

Black cards, black cars
Black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that's for

Uh, bloody murder, murder, murder
Bloody murder, murder, murder, murder
Bloody murder, murder, murder, murder
Bloody murder, murder, murder

The paper read "Murder, black-on-black murder"
Paper read "Murder, black-on-black murder" again

This is to the memory of Danroy Henry
Too much enemy fire to catch a friendly
Strays from the same shade nigga, we on the same team
Giving you respect, I expect the same thing
All-black everything, nigga you know my fresh code
I'm out here fighting for you, don't increase my stress load
Niggas watching the throne, very happy to be you
Power to the people, when you see me, see you

And I'm from the murder capital where they murder for capital
Heard about at least three killings this afternoon
Looking at the news like, "Damn I was just with him after school"
No shop class but half the school got a tool
And a "I could die any day"-type attitude
Plus his little brother got shot reppin' his avenue
It's time for us to stop and redefine black power
Forty one souls murdered in fifty hours

The paper read "Murder, black-on-black murder"
The paper read "Murder, black-on-black murder" again, murder again

Is it genocide?
'Cause I can still hear his mama cries
Know the family traumatized
Shots left holes in his face 'bout piranha-sized
The old pastor closed the cold casket
And said the church ain't got enough room for all the tombs
It's a war going on outside we ain't safe from
I feel the pain in my city wherever I go
Three hundred fourteen soldiers died in Iraq
Five hundred and nine died in Chicago

I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died
Uh, real niggas just multiply
And they say by twenty-one I was supposed to die
So I'm out here celebrating my post-demise
If you put crabs in a barrel to insure your survival
You're gon' end up pulling down niggas that look just like you
What up, Blood? What up, cuz? It's all black, I love us

The paper read "Murder, black-on-black murder"
The paper read "Murder, black-on-black murder" again,
"Black-on black murder" again, "black-on-black murder" again

It's a celebration of black excellence, black tie, black Maybachs

Black excellence, opulence, decadence
Tuxes next to the president, I'm present
I dress in Dries and other boutique stores in Paris
In sheepskin coats, I silence the lambs
Do you know who I am, Clarice?
No cheap cologne whenever I "shh-shh"
Success never smelled so sweet
I stink of success, the new black elite
They say my Black Card bears the mark of the beast
I repeat, my religion is the beat
My verse is like church, my Jesus piece
Now please, domino, domino
Only spot a few blacks the higher I go
What's up to Will? Shout out to O
That ain't enough, we gonna need a million more
"Kick in the door" Biggie flow
I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go

Yeah it's all messed up when it's nowhere to go
So we won't take the time out 'til we reach the T-O-P
From parolees to hold G's, sold keys, low keys
We like the promised land of the OG's
In the past if you picture events like a black tie
What the last thing you expect to see? Black guys
What's the life expectancy for black guys?
The system's working effectively, that's why!
I'll be a real man, take care of your son
Every problem you had before this day is now done
New crib, watch a movie 'cause ain't nothin' on the news but the blues
Hit the mall, pick up some Gucci, now ain't nothing new but your shoes
Sunday morning, praise the Lord
You're the girl that Jesus had been saving me for
So let's savor this moment and take it to the floor
Black excellence, truly yours

And he'll bring out the, out the darkness

Sweet King Martin, sweet Queen Coretta
Sweet Brother Malcolm, sweet Queen Betty
Sweet Mother Mary, sweet Father Joseph, sweet Jesus

We made it in America, sweet baby Jesus, ooh
Oh sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America

Sweet baby Jesus, ooh, oh sweet baby Jesus
We made it in America

I told my mama I was on the come up
She said "You going to school I'll give you a summer"
Then she met NO I.D, and gave me his number
Ten years later she driving a Hummer
Niggas hustle every day for a beat from Ye
What I do? Turn around gave them beats to Jay
And I'm rapping on the beats they was supposed to buy
I guess I'm getting high off my own supply
Downtown mixing fabrics trying to find the magic
Started a little blog just to get some traffic
Old folks'll tell you not to play in traffic uh
A million hits and the web crashes, damn!
South Park had 'em all laughing
Now all my niggas designing and we all swaggin'
Ignore the critics just to say we did it
This ain't no fashion show, motherf*cker, we live it

Sweet King Martin, sweet Queen Coretta
Sweet Brother Malcolm, sweet Queen Betty
Sweet Mother Mary, sweet Father Joseph, sweet Jesus

We made it in America, sweet baby Jesus, ooh
Oh sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America

Sweet baby Jesus, ooh, oh sweet baby Jesus,
We made it in America

I pledge allegiance, uh, to my Grandma
For that banana pudding, our piece of Americana
Our apple pie was supplied through Arm and Hammer
Straight out the kitchen, shh don't wake Nana
Built a republic, that still stands
I'm trying to lead a nation, to leave to my little mans
Or my daughter, so I'm boiling this water
The scales was lopsided, I'm just restoring order
Hold up, here comes grandma, what's up YaYa?
What's that smell? Oh I'm just boiling some aqua
No papa, bad Santa
The streets raised me, pardon my bad manners
I got my liberty, chopping grams up
Street justice, I pray God understand us
I pledge allegiance to all the scramblers
This is the Star Spangled Banner

Sweet King Martin, sweet Queen Coretta
Sweet Brother Malcolm, sweet Queen Betty
Sweet Mother Mary, sweet Father Joseph, sweet Jesus

We made it in America, sweet baby Jesus, ooh
Oh sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America

Sweet baby Jesus, ooh, oh sweet baby Jesus,
We made it in America yes we did

Sweet baby Jesus, ooh, oh sweet baby Jesus,
We made it in America

Sweet baby Jesus, ooh, oh sweet baby Jesus,
We made it in America yes we did

Ooh
I love you so
But why I love you
I'll never know
Ooh
I love you so
But why I love you
I'll never know
Ooh
I love you so
But why I love you
I'll never know
Ooh
I love you so
But why I love you
I'll never know

Picture if you will, that the throne's burning
Rome's burning and I'm sitting in the corner all alone burning
Why does it always end up like this?
Something that we don't determine
Same people that I fought for
That I fight for, that I ride for
That I live for, that I die for
Be the reason that these niggas is alive for
And they want me dead
But I'm sorry but I just can't die for you
But I can make 'em put their hands in the sky for you
We waiting for the fireworks like July fourth
Get fly more, get high more, cry boy, why for?
When the grief is over, beef is over
I'll be fly when Easter's over
I tried to teach niggas how to be kings
And all they ever wanted to be was soldiers
So the love is gone, 'til blood is drawn
So we no longer wear the same uniform
F*ck you squares, the circle got smaller
The castle got bigger, the walls got taller
And truth be told after all that said
Niggas still got love for you

Ooh
I love you so
But why I love you
I'll never know
Ooh
I love you so
But why I love you
I'll never know
Ooh
I love you so
But why I love you
I'll never know
Ooh
I love you so
But why I love you
I'll never know

Showed love to you niggas
You ripped out my heart and you stepped on it
I picked up the pieces, before you swept on it
Goddamn this shit leaves a mess don't it
Shit feelin' like death don't it
Charge it to the game, whatever's left on it
I spent about a minute, maybe less on it
Fly pelican fly, turn the jets on it
But first I shall digress on it
Wasn't I a good king?
(Maybe too much of a good thing, huh?)
Didn't I spoil you? Me or the money, what you loyal to?
(Huh, I gave you my loyalty)
Made you Royalty and royalties
(Took care of these niggas lawyer fees)
And this is how niggas rewardin' me
(Damn)

Ooh
I love you so
But why I love you
I'll never know
Ooh
I love you so
But why I love you
I'll never know

Bussin' at me, b-b-b-bussin' at me
But I'm bullet proof, bitch you can't get nothin' past me
Got body armor (A nigga gotta watch the throne)
And I'm bussin' back, so niggas in a glass house should not throw stones
What do you do when the love turns the hate?
(Gotta separate from these f*ckin' fakes)
Caesar didn't see it so he ceased to exist
So the nigga that killed him had keys to his shit
Am I my brother's keeper?
(Only if that nigga don't creep up)
Got a pistol under my pillow
(I've never been a deep sleeper)
P-p-p-paranoia
('Cause the nigga that said he'll)
Blast for ya (is now)
Blastin' for ya, that's an assassin for ya
(These niggas got a shot they'll shoot)
Please lord (forgive him)
For these niggas (not know)
What they, (do) (ooh)