Kanye West feat. Bon Iver - Lost In The World

[Justin Vernon - Bon Iver: Sample From "Woods"]

I’m up in the woods, I’m down on my mind

I’m building a still to slow down the time

I’m up in the woods, I’m down on my mind

I’m building a still to slow down the time

‘m up in the woods, I’m down on my mind

I’m building a still to slow down the time

[Chorus]

I’m lost in the World, I’m down on my mind

I’m new in the city, and I’m down for the night

down for the night

said she’s down for the night

(x2)

[Kanye West - Verse 1]

Your my Devil, Your my Angel

Your my Heaven, Your my Hell

Your my Now, Your my Forever

Your my Freedom, Your my Jail

Your my Lies, Your my Truth

Your my War, Your my Truce

Your my Questions, Your my Proof

Your my Stress and your my Masseuse

Mama-say mama-say ma-ma-coo-sah

Lost in this Plastic life,

Lets Break out of this fake ass Party

Turn this in to a Classic Night

If we die in each others arms we still get laid in our Afterlife

If we die in each others arms we still get laid

[Chorus]

I’m up in the woods, I’m down on my mind

I’m building a still to slow down the time

I’m lost in the World, I’m down on my mind

I’m new in the city, and I’m down for the night

down for the night

said she’s down for the night

Who will survive in America

Who will survive in America

Who will survive in America

[Chorus]

I’m lost in the World, I’m down on my mind

I’m new in the city, and I’m down for the night

down for the night

said she’s down for the night

(2x)

[Gil-Scott Heron] sample off Gil-Scott Heron “Comment #1″

Us living as we do upside down. And the new word to have is revolution. People don’t even want to hear the preacher spill or spiel because God’s whole card has been thoroughly piqued. And America is now blood and tears instead of milk and honey. The youngsters who were programmed to continue fucking up woke up one night digging Paul Revere and Nat Turner as the good guys. America stripped for bed and we had not all yet closed our eyes. The signs of Truth were tattooed across our open ended vagina. We learned to our amazement untold tale of scandal. Two long centuries buried in the musty vault, hosed down daily with a gagging perfume. America was a bastard the illegitimate daughter of the mother country whose legs were then spread around the world and a rapist known as freedom, free doom. Democracy, liberty, and justice were revolutionary code names that preceded the bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling in the mother country’s crotch

What does Webster say about soul?

All I want is a good home and a wife

and a children and some food to feed them every night.

After all is said and done build a new route to China if they’ll have you.

Who will survive in America?

Who will survive in America?

Who will survive in America?

Who will survive in America?

[End]

Kanye West, Jay-Z, Bon Iver, Rick Ross & Nicki Minaj - Monster

(Bon Iver)

I shoot the lights out

Hide ’til it’s bright out

Whoa, just another lonely night

Are you willing to sacrifice your life?

(Rick Ross)

Bitch, I’m a monster, no-good bloodsucker

Fat motherfucker, now look who’s in trouble

As you run through my jungles, all you hear is rumbles

Kanye West samples, here’s one for example

(Kanye West)

Gossip, gossip, nigga just stop it

Everybody know (I’m a motherfuckin’ monster)

I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concert

I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concert

Profit, profit, nigga, I got it

Everybody know I’m a motherfuckin’ monster

I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concert

I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands

Uh, the best livin’ or dead, hands down, huh?

Less talk, more head, right now, huh?

And my eyes more red than the devil is

And I’m ’bout to take it to another level, bitch

Nuh-nuh, who you goin’ get? Ain’t nobody cold as this

Do the rap and the track, triple-double, no assists

And my only focus is stayin’ on some bogus shit

Arguin’ wit’ my older bitch, actin’ like I owe her shit

I heard the (inaudible) the same raps you gave the track, mayne

Bought the chain that always give me back pain

Fuckin’ up my money so, yeah, I had to act sane

Chi nigga, but these hoes love my ac-sain (accent)

She came up to me and said, “This the number to dial

If you wanna make your number one your number two now”

This that Goose and Malibu, I call it Mali-boo-yeah

God damn, Yeezy, alway’ hit ‘em wit’ a new style

Know that motherfucker well, whatcha gon’ do now?

Whatever I wanna do, gosh, it’s cool now

Then I’m gonna do, ah, it’s the new now

Think you motherfuckers really really need to cool out

‘Cause you’ll never get on top of this

So mami, best advice is just to get on top of this

Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?

I put the pussy in a sarcophagus

Now she claimin’ that I bruise her esophagus

Head of the class, and she just want a swallowship

I’m livin’ in the future, so the present is my past

My presence is a present, kiss my ass

Gossip, gossip, nigga just stop it

Everybody know (I’m a motherfuckin’ monster)

I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concert

I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concert

Profit, profit, nigga, I got it

Everybody know I’m a motherfuckin’ monster

I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concert

I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands

(Jay-Z)

Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness

Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience

Question: What do these things all have in common?

Everybody knows I’m a motherfuckin’ monster

Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense

Really, you niggas know where the swamp is

None of you niggas have seen the carnage that I’ve seen

I still hear fiends scream in my dreams

Murder murder, in black convertibles I

Kill a block, I murder the avenues, ah

Rape and pillage a village, women and children

Everybody wanna know what my Achilles heel is

Love, I don’t get enough of it

All I get is these vampires and bloodsuckers

All I see is these niggas I made millionaires

Millin’ about, spillin’ they feelings in the air

All I see is these fake fucks with no fangs

Tryna draw blood from my ice-cold veins

(sniffs) I smell a massacre

Seems to be the only way to bag you bastards

Gossip, gossip, nigga just stop it

Everybody know (I’m a motherfuckin’ monster)

I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concert

I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concert

Profit, profit, nigga, I got it

Everybody know I’m a motherfuckin’ monster

I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concert

I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands

(Nicki Minaj)

Pull up in the monster, automobile gangster

Wit’ a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka

Yeah, I’m in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka

You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer

Okay, first things first, I eat your brains

And then I’ma start rockin’ gold teeth and fangs

‘Cause that’s what a motherfuckin’ monster do

Hairdresser from Milan, that’s the monster ‘do

Monster Giuseppe heel, that’s the monster shoe

Young Money is the roster and a monster crew

And I’m all up all up all up in the bank with the funny face

And if I’m fake, I ain’t noticed, ’cause my money ain’t

So let me get this straight: Wait, I’m the rookie?

But my features and my shows ten times your pay?

50K for a verse, no album out?

Yeah, my money’s so tall that my Barbies gotta climb it

Hotter than the Middle Eastern climate, violent

Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it

Nicki on them titties when I sign it

Yo, these niggas so one-track-minded

But really, really, I don’t ever f-u-c-k

Forget Barbie, yeah, fuck Nicki, she-she’s fake

She on a diet but my pockets eatin’ cheesecake

And I’ll say, Bride of Chucky is child’s play

Just killed another career, it’s a mild day

Besides, ‘Ye, they can’t stand besides me

I think me, you and Am should menage Friday

(Pi-pi-pi-pi) Pink wig, thick ass, give ‘em whiplash

(Thi-thi-thi-thi) I think big, get cash, make ‘em blink fast

(Now-now-now-now) Now look at what you just saw

This is what (for-for-for-for) you live for

(Aaaaah!) I’m a motherfuckin’ monster!

(Bon Iver)

I-I-I-I

I, I, crossed the limelight

And I’ll, I’ll, let God decide sides

And I, I, wouldn’t last these shows

So I, I, am headed home, home

I, I, crossed the limelight

And I’ll, I’ll, let God decide sides

And I, I, wouldn’t last these shows

So I, I, am headed home, home

I, I, cross the limelight

And I’ll, I’ll, let God decide sides

And I, I, wouldn’t last these shows

So I, I, am headed home, home