Kanye West - Watch the Throne Lyrics
(Featuring
Jay-Z)
No Church In The Wild
[Frank Ocean]
Human being to the 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?
We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild
[Jay-Z]
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 here 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
[Frank Ocean]
Human being to the 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?
We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild
[The-Dream]
I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love is my scripture
Let me into your encryption
[Kanye West:]
Coke on her black skin made a 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 wit'out tellin' me
Sunglasses and Advil
Last night was mad real
Sun comin' up, 5 a.m.
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
[Frank Ocean:]
Human being to the 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
All right, all right
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
Writer: Charles Njapa, Christopher Breaux, Gary Wright, James Brown, Joseph Roach, Kanye West, Mike Dean, Phil Manzanera, Shawn Carter, Terius Nash
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Lift Off
(All engines running)
[Beyonce:]
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
[Kanye West:]
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 wit' me up in this bitch?
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
[Beyonce:]
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
(Lift off, ahh, ahh)
[Kanye West:]
Like you know na na na, you know me by now
Know me, know me by now
You know me know me by now
Know me, know me by now...
[Jay-Z:]
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
5-4-3-2 we need fuel
Lift off
[Beyonce:]
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
(20 seconds and counting)
(T-minus 15 seconds, guidance is internal)
(12, 11, 10, 9)
(Ignition sequence start)
(6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1)
(Zero, all engine running)
(Lift off, we have a liftoff)
(We gon' take it to the moon, take it to the stars)
(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'...)
Writer: Henry Samuel, Jeffrey Bhasker, Kanye West, Mike Dean, Peter Hernandez, Pharrell Williams, Shawn Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Niggas In Paris
[Jay-Z:]
So I ball so hard muhf*ckas wanna fine me
But first niggas gotta find me
What's 50 grand to a muhf*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 0-82 and I look at you like this shit gravy
Ball so hard, this shit weird
We ain't even s'pose to be here,
Ball so hard, since we here
It's only right that we be fair
Psycho, I'm liable to be go Michael
Take your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6
Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tock
Audemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks
Ball so hard, I'm shocked too, I'm supposed to be locked up too
If you escaped what I've escaped
You'd be in Paris getting f*cked up too
Ball so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice for like 6 days
Gold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J's
Bitch behave, just might let you meet Ye,
Chi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BK
[Hook]
Ball so hard muhf*ckas wanna fine me
That shit crazy [x3]
[x2]
[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
That shit crazy, ain't it Jay?
What she order, fish filet
Your whip so cold, this old thing
Act like you'll ever be around muhf*ckas like this again
Bougie girl, grab her hand
F*ck that bitch she don't wanna dance
Excuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')
Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask me
Cause if I was him I would have married Kate & Ashley
What's Gucci my nigga?
What's Louie my killa?
What's drugs my deala?
What's that jacket, Margiela?
Doctors say I'm the illest
Cause I'm suffering from realness
Got my niggas in Paris
And they going gorillas, huh!
[Jay-Z]
Ball so hard muhf*ckas wanna fine me
Ball so hard muhf*ckas wanna fine me
[Kanye West]
You are now watching the throne
Don't let me get in my zone [x3]
These other niggas is lyin'
Actin' like the summer ain't mine
[Jay-Z]
I got that hot bitch in my home
[Kanye West]
You know how many hot bitches I own
Don't let me get in my zone [x4]
The stars is in the building
They hands is to the ceiling
I know I'm bout to kill it
How you know, I got that feeling
You are now watching the throne
Don't let me into my zone [x2]
[Jay-Z & Kanye West]
I'm definitely in my zone
Writer: Shawn Carter, Kanye West, Chauncey A. Hollis, W.A. Donaldson, Mike Dean
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Otis
[Otis Redding]
It makes it easier, easier to bear, yeah
You won't regret it, no no
No, girls they don't forget it
LOVE is their home, happiness, yeah
Squee... squee... squee... squeeze her
Don't tease her, never leave her
[Jay-Z]
Sounds so soulful, don't you agree?
OWW! Uhh
I invented swag
Poppin bottles, puttin supermodels in the cab
Proof...
I guess I got my swagger back, truth
New watch alert, Hublot's
Or the big face Roley, 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; go
[Kanye West]
"Damn Yeezy and Hov', where the hell you been?"
Niggaz talkin real reckless, stuntmen
I adopted these niggaz, Phillip Drummond 'em
Now I'm 'bout to make 'em 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
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, photo shoot fresh, lookin 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 G-450 I might surface
Political refugee asylum can be purchased
Uh, everything's for sale
I got five passports, I'm never goin to jail
[Kanye West]
I made "Jesus Walks" I'm never goin to hell
Couture level flow, it's never goin on sale
Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
I get it custom, you a customer
You ain't 'custommed to goin through customs, you ain't been nowhere, huh?
And all the ladies in the house got 'em showin off
I'm done, I'll hit you up maña-naaaaaaaaaa!
[Jay-Z]
Welcome to Havana
Smokin Cubanas with Castro in cabanas
Viva México, Cubano
Dominicano, all the plugs that I know
Drivin 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?
[Kanye West (Jay-Z)]
Can't you see the private jets flyin over you?
Maybach bumper sticker read "What would Hova do?"
Jay is chillin (uhh) 'Ye is chillin (uhh)
What more can I say? (What more can I say?) We killin 'em
Hold up, before we end this campaign
As you can see we done bodied the damn lanes
Lord, please let them accept the things they can't change
And pray that all of their pain be champagne
[Otis Redding]
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Scream it! [3X]
Writer: James Campbell, Reg Connelly, Harry Woods, James Brown, Shawn Carter, Roy C Hammond, Joseph Maloy Roach, Kirk S Robinson, Kanye West
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Gotta Have It
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?)
Writer: James Brown, Fred Wesley, St. Clair Pickney, Pharrell Williams, Kanye West, Shawn Carter, Joseph Roach
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
New Day
[Kanye West:]
Yeah, uh
(Sun in the sky)
(You know how I feel)
Me and the RZA connect
(Breeze driftin' on by)
Yeah, me and the RZA connect
(Breeze driftin' on by)
(It's a new life for me)
(For me, for me)
(Oooh, oooh)
(And I'm feelin' good)
And I'll never let my son have an ego
He'll be nice to everyone, wherever we go
I mean, I might even make 'em be Republican
So everybody know he love white people
And I'll never let 'em leave his college girlfriend
And get caught up with the groupies in the whirlwind
And I'll never let 'em ever hit the telethon
I mean even if people dyin' and the world ends
See, I just want 'im to have an easy life, not like Yeezy life
Just want 'im to be someone people like
Don't want 'im to be hated, all the time judged
Don't be like your daddy that would never budge
And I'll never let 'im ever hit a strip club
I learned the hard way, that ain't the place to get love
And I'll never let his mom move to L.A.
Knowin' she couldn't take the pressure, now we all pray
(Sun in the sky)
(You know how I feel)
(Breeze driftin' on by)
(Breeze driftin' on by)
(It's a new life for me)
Me and the RZA connect
(For me, for me)
Me and the RZA connect (Oooh, oooh)
(And I'm feelin' good)
[Jay-Z:]
Sorry junior, I already ruined ya
'Cause you ain't even alive, paparazzi pursuin' ya
Sins of a father make yo' life ten times harder
I just wanna take ya to a barber
Bondin' on charters, all the shit that I never did
Teach ya good values, so you cherish it
Took me 26 years to find my path
My only job is cuttin' the time in half
So at 13 we'll have our first drink together
Black bar mitzvahs, mazel tov, mogul talk
Look a man dead in his eyes
So he know you talk truth when you speak it, give your word, keep it
And if the day comes I only see him on the weekend
I just pray we was in love on the night that we conceived him
Promise to never leave him even if his mama tweakin'
Cause my dad left me and I promise never repeat him
Never repeat him, never repeat him
(Sun in the sky)
(You know how I feel)
(Breeze driftin' on by)
(Breeze driftin' on by)
(It's a new life for me)
(For me, for me)
(Oooh, oooh)
(And I'm feelin' good)
(Sun in the sky, you know how I feel)
(Breeze driftin' on by, you know how I feel)
(Breeze driftin' on by, you know how I feel)
(It's a new life for me)
(It's a new dawn, it's a new day)
(It's a new life for me)
(Oooh, oooh)
(And I'm feelin'...)
(Birds flyin' high, you know how I feel)
Writer: KANYE WEST, SHAWN CARTER, MIKE DEAN, LESLIE BRICUSSE, ROBERT DIGGS, ANTHONY NEWLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, T.R.O. INC.
Thats My Bitch
[Kanye West:]
Hello, can I speak to a, a, yeah you know who you are
Look, you had no idea what ya dealing with
Something on some of this realest shit
Something, something
Yeah. thats my bitch
Thats my bitch
Sh-shorty right there
Thats my bitch
Thats my bitch
[Chorus - Elly Jackson:]
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
[Kanye West:]
I paid for them titties, get your own
It aint safe in the city, watch the throne
You say I care more about them basquion's, basquiats
She learning a new word, its 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, thats our wife
Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle
Who's the new old perv thats tryna play second fiddle
No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle
But my dick worth money I put Monie in the middle
[Chorus - Elly Jackson:]
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
Silly little vixen, mixes 'til morning
Not swerving, oh, yeah
Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion
Stop motion, ooh, yeah
[Jay-Z:]
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?
With jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers
Uh, Picasso was alive he woulda made her
Thats 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
Back to my Beyonces
You deserve 3 stacks for the Andre
Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in museums
You belong in Vintage clothes watching the whole building
You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealing
You too dope for any of those civilians
Now shoot trigga, stop looking at her tits
Get ya own dog, ya heard
Thats my bitch
[Chorus:]
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
Silly little vixen, mixes 'til morning
Not swerving, oh, yeah
Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion
Stop motion, ooh, yeah
[Kanye West:]
You have no idea what you're dealing with
Something on some of this realest shit
Pop some nines, so I give you the Fifth
Something, something, yeah
That's my bitch, That's my bitch
Sh-shorty right there? That's my bitch
That's my bitch
Writer: KAMAAL IBN JOHN FAREED, JEFFREY BHASKER, JAMES BROWN, BOBBY BYRD, SHAWN C CARTER, RONALD LENHOFF, JEREMIAH P. LORDAN, JUSTIN DEYARMOND EDISON VERNON, KANYE WEST
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., REGENT MUSIC CORPORATION
Welcome To The Jungle
[Swizz:]
Welcome to the jungle
Welcome to the jungle well
[x2]
[Kanye West:]
I asked her where she wanna be when she 25.
She turned around and looked at me and she said "alive"
[Swizz:]
Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well
[Jay-Z:]
Black Axl Rose, move halfs 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
[Kanye West:]
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
[Jay-Z:]
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
God damn 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 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
[Swizz:]
Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well
Goddammit!
Writer: KANYE WEST, KASEEM DEAN, MIKE DEAN, SHAWN CARTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Who Gon Stop Me
[Kanye West:]
This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the Lord
Til I die I'ma f*ckin' ball
Now who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me huh?
Who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me huh?
[Jay-Z:]
Black cards, black cars,
Black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that's for?
[Kanye West:]
Who gon' stop me huh?
[Jay-Z & Kanye West:]
Who gon' stop me, huh?
[Jay-Z:]
Yeah, who gon' stop me?
No brakes, I need, State Farm
So many watches I need 8 arms
One neck but got 8 charms
[Jay-Z & Kanye West:]
Who gon' stop me, huh?
[Kanye West:]
Niggas 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 getting 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 that'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'ma f*ckin' ball
Now who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me huh?
Who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me huh?
[Jay-Z:]
Black cards, black cars
Black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that's for
[Kanye West:]
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
[Jay-Z:]
Who gone stop me huh?
Beat the odds, best the Feds
It wouldn't be wise, to bet against the kid
Start me broke, I bet I get rich
Night shift, 6 to 6
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 3 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 7,
I went through hell, I'm expecting heaven, I'm owed,
I'm throwed and I stuck to the G-code,
I'm here, oh yeah, I promise I ain't going nowhere,
OK 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
To the beat Noah...
2 seats in the 911, no limit on the black card
Told y'all I was gonna go HAM, told the ocean was my backyard
No lies in my verses, please pardon all the curses
Shit gotta come some way, f*ck, when you growing up worthless
Middle finger to my old life, special shout out to my old head
If it wasn't for your advice, a nigga would have been so dead
I'm living life, til these niggas kill me
Turn this up, if these niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, trying to get filthy
Pablo 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 to stop me is me,
And I'ma stop when the hook start
Hold up
[Kanye West:]
This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lord
Til I die, I'ma f*ckin' ball
Now who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me huh?
Who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me huh?
[Jay-Z:]
Black cards, black cars
Black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that's for
Writer: JOSHUA KIERKEGAARD G STEELE, KANYE WEST, MAURICE SIMMONDS, MIKE DEAN, SHAMA JOSEPH, SHAWN CARTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Murder To Excellence
[Jay-Z:]
Bloody murder, murder murder [x4]
[Kanye West:]
The paper read murder, black on black murder
The paper read murder, black on black murder
[Jay-Z:]
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 fightin' for you, don't increase my stress load
Niggas watchin' the throne, very happy to be
Power to the people, when you see me, see you
[Kanye West:]
And I'm from the murder capital, where they murder for capital
Heard about at least 3 killings this afternoon
Lookin' at the news like damn I was just with him after school,
No shop class but half the school got a tool,
And I could die any day type attitude
Plus his little brother got shot reppin' his avenue
It's time for us to stop and re-define black power
41 souls murdered in 50 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 momma cry, know the family traumatized
Shots left holes in his face, bout piranha-size
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
314 soldiers died in Iraq
509 died in Chicago
[Jay-Z:]
I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died
Real niggas just multiply
And they say by 21 I was supposed to die
So I'm out here celebratin' my post demise
If you put crabs in a barrel to insure your survival
You gon' end up pulling down niggas that look just like you
What up blood? What up cos?
It's all black, I love us
[Kanye West:]
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
[Jay-Z:]
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 lamb
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 bear 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, shoutout to O
That ain't enough, we gon' need a million more
Kick in the door, Biggie flow
I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go
[Kanye West:]
Yea 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 paroles 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's 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 nothin' new but your shoes
Sunday morning, praise the Lord
You 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
Writer: GABRIELA MODORCEA, MIHAELA MODORCEA, SHAWN CARTER, KASSEEM DEAN, LARRY GRIFFIN, QUINCY D. JONES, HARVEY MASON, SCOTT MESCUDI, JOEL ROSENBAUM, CAIPHUS SEMENYA, BILL SUMMERS, KANYE WEST
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Made In America
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
Writer: Christopher Breaux, Shawn C. Carter, Mike Dean, Shama E. Joseph, Kanye Omari West
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Why I Love You
[Chorus - Mr Hudson:]
Ooh, I love you so
But why I love you
I'll never know
[x4]
[Jay-Z:]
Picture if you will, that the throne was burning
Rome was 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 so 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 4th
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
[Chorus - Mr Hudson:]
Ooh, I love you so
But why I love you
I'll never know
[x4]
[Jay-Z (Kanye West):]
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
God damn 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)
[Chorus - Mr Hudson:]
Ooh, I love you so
But why I love you
I'll never know
[x2]
[Jay-Z (Kanye West):]
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 to 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)
Writer: Kanye West, Mike Dean, Shawn Carter, Philippe Cerboneschi, Hubert Blanc Francard, Tony Camillo, Mary Sawyer
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.