Kanye West feat. Jay-Z & Big Sean - Clique

[Intro]

What of the dollar you murdered for

Is that the one fighting for your soul

Or your brother’s the one that you’re running from

But if you got money, fuck it, because I want some

[Hook: Big Sean]

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my

Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique

Ain’t nobody freshin’ than my muthafuckin’

Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique

As I look around, they don’t do it like my

Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique

And all these bad bitches, man, they want the

They want the, they want the

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say

My block behind me like I’m coming out the driveway

It’s grande, from Friday, to next Friday

I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day

She tryna get me that poo tang

I might let my crew bang

My crew deeper than Wu Tang

I’m rolling with (Huh) fuck I’m saying?

Girl, you know my crew name

You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr!

I’m pullin’ up in that Bruce Wanye

But I’m the fuckin’ villian, man, they kneelin when I walkin in the building

Freaky women I be feelin’ from the bank accounts I’m fillin’

What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be

Young player from the D that’s killin’ everything that he see

[Hook]

[Jay Z]

Yeah am talking Ye’, yeah am talking Rih’, yeah I’m talking Bey, nigga I’m talking me

Yeah I’m talking bossy, I ain’t talking Kelis

You’re money too short, you can’t be talking to me

Yeah I’m talking LeBron, we balling our family tree

G.O.O.D Music drug dealing drug cousin, ain’t nothing fuckin’ with we

Turn that 62 to 125, 125, to a 250, 250 to a half a milli, ain’t nothin’ nobody can do with me

Now who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or jefe

Translation, I’m the shit. Least that what my neck say, least that what my check say

Lost my homie for a decade, nigga down for like 12 years, ain’t hug his son since the second grade

He never told, who we gonna tell, we top of the totem pole

It’s the dream team meets the supreme team, and all our eyes green and only means one thing

You ain’t fuckin’ with my clique

[Kanye West]

Break records of Louie

Ate breakfast at Gucci

My girl a superstar all from a home movie

Bow on our arrival the unamerican idols

When niggas did in Paris got em hanging off the Eiffel

Yeah I’m talking business

We talking CIA

I’m talking George Tenet

I seen him the other day

He asked me about my Maybach

Think he had the same

Except mine tinted and his might have been rented

You know white people get money don’t spend it

Or maybe they get money, buy a business

I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ig’nant

I know Spike Lee gon kill me but let me finish

Blame it on the pigment, we living no limits

Them gold master p ceilings was just a figment

Of our imagination, MTV cribs

Now I’m looking at a crib right next to where TC lives

That’s Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse

He wasn’t really drunk he just had a few brews

Pass the refreshment a cool cool beverage

Everything I do need a news crew present

Steve-O swerve homie, watch out for the waves

I’m way too black to burn from sunrays

So I just meditated the home in Pompay

About how I could build a new Rome in one day

Every time I’m in Vegas they screaming like he’s Elvis

But I just wanna design hotels and nail it

Shit is real got me feelin’ Isrealian

Like Bar Refaeli Gisele, no thats Brazilian

Went through deep depression when my momma passed

Suicide what kind of talk is that

But I’ve been talking to God for so long

That I have you look in my life I guess he talking back

Fuckin’ with my clique

Kanye West - Mercy

[Intro: Fuzzy Jones]

Well! It is a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth

It is a weeping and a mourning and a gnashing of teeth

When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound, believe!

[Hook]

Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty (Swirv)

I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swirv)

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

Drop it to the floor, make that ass shake

Whoa, make the ground move, that's an ass quake

Built a house up on that ass, that's an ass state

Roll my weed on it, that's an ass tray

Say Ye, say Ye, don't we do this every day-day? (Huh!)

I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day (Huh!)

Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay

(And niggas still hating) so much hate I need an AK

Now we out in Paris, yeah I'm Perriering

White girls politicking that's that Sarah Palin

Gettin' high, Californicating

I give her that D, cause that's where I was born and raised in

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

Yeah, it's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho

I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho

I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman, this pill popping-ass, ho

I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins

All she want is some heel money, all she need is some bill money

He take his time, he counts it out, I weighs it up, that's real money

Check the neck, check the wrist, them heads turnin', that's exorcist

My Audemar like Mardi Gras, that's Swiss time and that's excellence

Two-door preference, roof gone, George Jefferson

That white frost on that pound cake so your Duncan Hines is irrelevant

Lambo, Murcie-lago, she go wherever I go, wherever we go, we do it pronto

[Hook]

[Interlude: Fuzzy Jones]

Well, it is a weeping and a mourning and a gnashing of teeth in the dancehall

And who no have teeth gwan rub pon them gums cause

When time it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound

The bugle has blown fi many times, and it still have one more time left

Cause the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder

[Verse 3: Kanye West]

Let the suicide doors up

I threw suicides on the tour bus

I threw suicides on the private jet

You know what that mean, I'm fly to death

I step in Def Jam building like I'm the shit

Tell 'em, "Give me fifty million or I'mma quit"

Most rappers taste level ain't at my waist level

Turn up the bass 'til it's up-in-your-face level

Don't do no press but I get the most press, kid

Plus, yo my bitch make your bitch look like Precious

Something about Mary, she gone off that Molly

Now the whole party is melted like Dali

Now everybody is movin' they body

Don't sell me apartment, I'll move in the lobby

Niggas is loiterin' just to feel important

You gon' see lawyers and niggas in Jordans

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]

Ok, now ketchup to my campaign, coupe the color of mayonnaise

I'm drunk and high at the same time, drinkin' champagne on the airplane

Spit rounds like the gun range, beat it up like Rampage

100 bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a bandaid

Grade A, A1, chain the color of Akon

Black diamonds, backpack rhymin, co-signed by Louis Vuitton (Yup!)

Horsepower, horsepower, all this Polo on I got horsepower

Pound of this cost four thousand, I make it rain, she want more showers

Rain pourin', all my cars is foreign

All my broads is foreign, money tall like Jordan

[Hook]

Jay-Z & Kanye West - No Church In The Wild

[kanye west]

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 mauseoleum 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 ya'll hear my sneaks

Jesus was a carpenter, yeezy, laid beats

Hova flow the holy ghost, get the hell up out your seats

Preach

[kanye west]

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 tattooes, 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

[kanye west]

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

No church in the wild

No church in the wild

No church in the wild

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 feat. Big Sean, Pusha T & 2 Chainz - Mercy

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Kanye West feat. DJ Khaled & DJ Pharris - Theraflu

(Unh, can the headphones go louder?)

(KANYE WEST!)

(Swag King Cole)

(DJ KHALED!)

[Kanye West]

Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?

Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor

Can I have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws

Come to meet me wit’out no drawers?

Dinner with Anna Wintour, racin’ wit’ Anja Rubik

I told you ma’fuckers it was more than the music

In the projects one day to Project Runway

We done heard all that loud-ass talkin’, we used to it

I’m from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up

Might even kill somebody and YouTube it

So whoever think they words affect me is too stupid

And if you could do it better than me, then you do it

We flyer than the parakeet, floatin’ wit’ no parachute

Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news!

Don’t talk about style, ‘cause I embarrass you

Shut the fuck up when you talk to me ‘fore I embarrass you

Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?

Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor

Can I have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws

Come to meet me wit’out no drawers?

And the whole industry wanna fuck yo’ old chick

Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz

And I’ll admit, I fell in love with Kim

‘Round the same time she had fell in love wit’ him

Well, that’s cool, baby girl, do ya thing

Lucky I ain’t have Jay drop ‘im from the team

La familia, Roc Nation

We in the buildin’, but still keep it basement

Flyer than the parakeet, floatin’ wit’ no parachute

Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news

Don’t talk about style, ‘cause I embarrass you

Shut the fuck up when you talk to me ‘fore I embarrassed you

G.O.O.D. Music, we fresh, we fresh

Anything else, we detest, detest

Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts

All that said, lemme ask this quest’

Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?

Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor

Can I have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws

Come to meet me wit’out…

Don’t talk to me ‘bout style, nigga, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you

Talkin’ ‘bout clothes, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you

Hollin’ ‘bout some hoes, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you

Way too cold, I promise you’ll need some Theraflu

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) Get the Theraflu

Jay-Z & Kanye West - Ni**as In Paris (Explicit)

JAY Z & Kanye West - Watch the Throne (Deluxe Version)

Letra de "Ni**as In Paris"

[Jay-Z]

So I ball so hard motherf***ers wanna fine me

But first n****s gotta find me

What's 50 grand to a motherf***er like me can you please remind me

Ball so hard this s*** crazy

Y'all don't know that don't s*** phase me

The Nets could go 0-82 and I look at you like this s*** gravy

Ball so hard this s*** weird

We ain't even suppose 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 Rol-ees that don't tick tock

Audemars thats losing time hidden behind all these big rocks

Ball so hard I'm shocked too I'm supposed to be locked up too

You escaped what I escaped you'd be in Paris getting f***ed up too

Ball so hard let's get faded Le Meurice for like 6 days

Gold bottles ???? models spilling Ace on my sick J's

Ball so hard B**** behave Just might let you meet Ye

Chi-town's D. Rose I'm moving the Nets BK

Ball so hard motherf***ers wanna fine me

That s*** crazy

That s*** crazy

That s*** crazy

Ball so hard motherf***ers wanna fine me

That s*** crazy

That s*** crazy

That s*** crazy

[Kanye West]

She said Ye can we get married at the mall

I said look you need to crawl before you ball

Come and meet me in the bathroom stall

And show me why you deserve to have it all

Ball ball so hard

That s*** cray ain't it Jay

Ball ball so hard

What she order fish filet

Ball ball so hard

Your whip so cold this old thing

Ball ball so hard

Act like you'll ever be around motherf***ers like this again

Bougie girl grab her hand

F*** that b**** she don't wanna dance

Excuse my french but I'm in France I'm just saying

Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask me

Cause I was him I would have married Kate and Ashley

What's Gucci my n**** what's Louis my killer

What's drugs my dealer what's that jacket Margiela

Doctors say I'm the illest cause I'm suffering from realness

Got my n****s in Paris and they going gorillas

Ball so hard motherf***ers wanna fine me

Ball so hard motherf***ers wanna fine me

[Kanye West]

You are now watching 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 n****s is lying

Acting like the summer ain't mine

[Jay-Z]

I got that hot b**** in my home

[Kanye West]

You know how many hot b****es 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 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 get in my zone don't let me get in my zone

I'm definitely in my zone

Jay-Z & Kanye West - Otis

[Otis Redding]

It makes it easier, easier to bear

You won’t regret it, no, no

No, girl they won’t forget it

Love is their home

Happiness yeah

Sq-sq-sq-squeeze her, don’t tease her

Never leave her…

[Jay-Z]

Sounds so soulful don’t you agree

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 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

[Kanye West]

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 aint 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]

Photo shoot 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, everythings for sale, I got 5 passports

I’m never going to jail

[Kanye West]

I made “Jesus Walks” I’m never going to hell

Couture level flow, it’s never going 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 ‘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 mana-naaaa!

[Jay-Z]

Welcome to Havana

Smoking cubanos with Castro in cabanas

Viva Mexico, Cubano

Dominicano, all the plugs that I know

Driving Benzes, wit’ 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]

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

Kanye West - Watch the throne - con Jay-Z [Nuevo Disco]

1.No Church in The Wild - con Frank Ocean

2.Lift Off - con Beyoncé

3.Niggas in Paris

4.Otis - con Otis Redding

5.Gotta Have It

6.New Day

7.Prime Time

8.Who Gon Stop Me

9.Murder to Excellence

10.Welcome to The Jungle

11.Sweet Baby Jesus - con Frank Ocean

12.Love You So - con Mr Hudson

[edición de lujo]

13.Illest Motherf*cker Alive

14.H*A*M*

15.That's My B*tch

16.The Joy - con Curtis Mayfield

Kanye West Feat. Rihanna, Kid Cudi - All Of The Lights

All of the lights (all of the lights)

(Lights, lights)

All of the lights (all of the lights)

[Rihanna]

Turn up the lights in here baby

Extra bright, I want y'all to see this

Turn up the lights in here, baby

You know what I need

Want you to see everything

Want you to see all of the lights

(all of the lights)

Fast cars, shooting stars

(all of the lights, all of the lights)

Until it's Vegas everywhere we are

(all of the lights, all of the lights)

If you want it you can get it for the rest of your life

If you want it you can get it for the rest of your life

[Kanye West]

Something wrong

I hold my head

MJ gone...our n-gga dead!

I slapped my girl, she called the feds

I did that time and spent that bread

I'm heading home, I'm almost there

I'm on my way, heading up the stairs

To my surprise, a n-gga replacing me

I had to take 'em to that ghetto university

[Chorus]

All of the lights

Cop lights, flash lights, spot lights

Strobe lights, street lights

(all of the lights, all of the lights)

Fast life, drug life

Thug life, rock life

Every night

(all of the lights)

[Rihanna]

Turn up the lights in here, baby

Extra bright, I want y'all to see this

Turn up the lights in here, baby

You know what I need, want you to see everything

Want you to see all of the lights

[Kanye West]

Restraining order

Can't see my daughter

Her mother, brother, grandmother hate me in that order

Public visitation

We met at Borders

Told her she take me back

I'll be more supportive

I made mistakes

I bump my head

Courts suck me dry

I spent that bread

She need a daddy

Baby please, can't let her grow up in that ghetto university

[Chorus]

All of the lights

Cop lights, flash lights, spot lights

Strobe lights, street lights

(all of the lights, all of the lights)

Fast life, drug life

Thug life, rock life

Every night

(all of the lights)

[Rihanna]

Turn up the lights in here, baby

Extra bright, I want y'all to see this

Turn up the lights in here, baby

You know what I need, want you to see everything

Want you to see all of the lights

[Kid Cudi]

Getting mine, baby

Gotta let these n-ggas know, yeah

Get it right, ay

You should go and get your own

Getting mine, baby

Gotta let these n-ggas know, yeah

Get it right, ay

You should go and get your own

Turn up the lights in here, baby

Extra bright, I want y'all to see this

Turn up the lights in here, baby

You know what I need, want you to see everything

Want you to see all of the lights

Katy Perry Feat. Kanye West - E.T.

Katy Perry Feat. Kanye West - E.T.

(Kanye West)

I got a dirty mind

I got filthy ways

I'm trying to bathe my ape

In your milky way

I'm a legend, I'm reverend, I be reverend

I be so far up

We don't give fuck

Welcome to the danger zone

Step into the fantasy

You are now invited to

The other side of sanity

They callin' me an alien

A big-headed astronaut

Maybe it's because your boy

Yeezy get ass a lot...

(Katy Perry)

You're so hypnotising

Could you be the devil, could you be an angel

Your touch, magnetizing

Feels like I am floating, leaves my body glowing

They say be afraid

You're not like the others, futuristic lover

Different DNA, they don't understand you

You're from a whole 'nother world

A different dimension

You open my eyes

And I'm ready to go, lead me into the light

Kiss me, Ki-Ki-Kiss me

Infect me with your loving fill me with your

poison

Take me, Ta-Ta-Take me

Wanna be your victim, ready for abduction

Boy, you're an alien, your touch so foreign

It's supernatural, extra-terrestrial

You're so supersonic

Wanna feel your powers, stun me with your laser

Your kiss is cosmic, every move is magic

You're from a whole 'nother world

A different dimension

You open my eyes

And I'm ready to go, lead me into the light

Kiss me, Ki-Ki-Kiss me

Infect me with your loving fill me with your

poison

Take me, Ta-Ta-Take me

Wanna be your victim, ready for abduction

Boy, you're an alien, your touch so foreign

It's supernatural, extra-terrestrial

This is transcendental,

On another level

Boy, you're my lucky star

I wanna walk on your wavelength

And be there when you vibrate

For you, I'll risk it all, all

(Kanye West)

I know a bar out in Mars

When they driving spaceships

Instead of cars

Coup a prada space suit about stars

Gettin' stupid high straight up out the jars

Pockets on shrek, rockets on deck

Tell me what's next, alien sex

Imma disrobe you, then I'ma probe you

See, I abducted you

So I tell you what to do, I tell you what to do

What to do, what to do

(Katy Perry)

Kiss me, Ki-Ki-Kiss me

Infect me with your loving fill me with your

poison

Take me, Ta-Ta-Take me

Wanna be your victim, ready for abduction

Boy, you're an alien, your touch so foreign

It's supernatural, extra-terrestrial

Extra-terrestrial

Extra-terrestrial

Boy, you're an alien, your touch so foreign

It's supernatural, extra-terrestrial

Kanye West & Jay-Z - H.A.M

[Kanye West]

It was all good just a week ago

N-ggas feel theyselves and then Watch The Throne drop

N-ggas kill themselves

What n-ggas gon do Hov?

This a new crack on a new stove

I’m in the two-door, true that

N-ggas tellin’ me “You back”

Like a n-gga ever left up out this bitch, huh?

and if life a bitch suck my d-ck huh?

and I bet she f-cked the whole clique, huh

By the way n-gga, you should f-ckin’ quit, n-gga

Just forget it, you talk it, I live it

Like Eli I did it, jokes on you muthaf-cker and I get it

No paper hoe, but you can have some more of me

Or-gy, or are we speakin methaphorically

Historically, I’m kickin’ b-tches out like Pam, n-gga

Goin’ HAM n-gga, me and Jigga

and a n-gga still young, wanna have no kids

But I’ve been practicing with some actresses as bad as shit

And a few white girls, asses flat a shit

But the head so good, damn a n-gga glad he hit

Got em jumpin’ out the building

Watch out below, a million out the door

I’m about to go HAM

Hard As a Muthaf-cker,

Let these n-ggas know who I am

I’m about to go HAM

Hard As a Muthaf-cker,

Let these n-ggas know who I am

[Jay-Z]

F-ck y’all mad at me for?

You don’t even know what I’ve been through

I play chicken with a Mack truck

Y’all muthaf-ckers woulda been moved

I swam waters with great whites

Y’all muthaf-ckers woulda been chewed

I hustle with vultures late nights

Y’all muthaf-ckers woulda been food

F-ck wrong with these dudes

Try to walk around in these shoes

See the shit I saw growing up

And maybe you can take a peek at these boo’s

N-ggas fantasize about the shit that I do daily like

These rappers rap about all the shit that I do really

I’m like really half a billi n-gga

Really you got baby money

Keep it real with n-ggas

N-ggas aint got my lady money

Watch the Throne dont step on our robe

Bad enough we let you step on our glow

When my nephew died, daddy dead

N-ggas took the price on my uncles head

Nobody called the cops as my uncle bled

So I feel like I would like to know my uncles bread

Bow down, brother pay homage

don’t spill hate all on my garments

Commes Des Garcon, f-ck your fresh

head shots n-gga f-ck your vests

F-ck the pig, no pork on my fork

Peace God cause you know a n-gga just went Ham

Hard As a Muthaf-cker,

Let these n-ggas know who I am

Yeah I’m ’bout to go HAM

Hard As a Muthaf-cker,

Let these n-ggas know who I am

Yeah I’m ’bout to go HAM

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

T.I. ft. Kanye West & Kid Cudi - Welcome To The World

[T.I]
Yeah, ay ay,
why don’t you let me welcome the n-ggas to the World they aint welcome to
you understand?
It bring me great pleasure to welcome the real and banish the fake
no big mouth that hold cake, fag bait ass n-ggas allowed
but to everybody else

[Chorus]
I would like to welcome you
to the World of (to the world of)
fast money, fast cars, big diamond rings
chief chains and the girls of
fake smiles, broken hearts and if you looking
for your real love
you wont find it here
if you looking for your real love
well goodnight my dear

[Kid Cudi]
oooh, if you looking for love
don’t come around here
oooh, if you looking for love
it aint here my dear
mmmmm mmmmmh
move on

[T.I]
It’s my pleasure to welcome you to the World of
fast money, flashy cars, big guns
undone, threw away for the love of
the game, I dont need a chain or the fame, still shine
spend time with the girls of
fake smiles, broken hearts trying hard in the club looking for
her real love
you won’t find it here
all I got is hard dick and conversation for you
I was just high, even lying when I say I love you
my mind saying it were both
I just wanna f-ck you, her too
blowing lile smelling like a bubba kush perform
she coming home with me, she finna meet her doom
she aint saying I’m the greatest finna change her tune
the coldest and the hottest call me December June
deliver euphoria straight to your room
I hit that ass, and I wait, I zoom
make it rain nonstop call me young typhoon
top spot already filled up no room
throw down for some paper and your purse so soon
well wrong she is and mistaken she was
Tip broke, never heard such thing of
I’ll f-ck you up, don’t touch me cuz
just trust me bruh, It must be
li-li-li-living my dreams
dont wake me up
yo-yo-you fake it till you make it, must suck
all th-th-the haters hate us for the flav of the paper
thats why I cant love my neighbours
dangerous, don’t kick, cut you
if you aint welcome in my world bitch f-ck you
dangerous, don’t kick, cut you
if you aint welcome in my world bitch f-ck you

[Kanye West]
I would like to welcome you
to the World of (to the world of)
fast money, fast cars, big diamond rings
chief chains and the girls of
fake smiles, broken hearts and if you looking
for your real love
you wont find it here
if you looking for your real love
well goodnight my dear

[Kid Cudi]
oooh, if you looking for love
dont come around here
oooh, if you looking for love
it aint here my dear
mmmmm mmmmmh
move on

[Kanye West]
I would like to welcome you to the world of
fake bitches no love, what the f-ck you take me for
show love, I hate haters in the club
you must not really know where I come from
exactly where my heart or you would never never NEVER
UGH, where do I start? people ask me sh-t about illuminati
first off, f-ck that mean?
he loved Jesus when he he he was worse off
oh I see, when they, think a n-gga is, stupid rich
people just start coming up with stupid shit
man shit I could never predict
hold up, let me hit you with this
rolling in a Bugatti with fo’ chains is some foolishness
yea yea yea, that’d be the sh-t
they’d rather see a n-gga locked up, why? for stupid shit
look how they did my n-gga Tip
soon as Wayne get out, Tip go in
wonder why the n-gga wanna make the Clip go in
wonder why it so hard when it get going
hold ya head my n-ggas the system is
made to make n-ggas fall
made to make n-ggas fail
especially if you ball
they don’t take n-ggas well
nah, you cant come through flying in a Bentley shining
I’m in the back
backseat driving screaming on a n-gga like I’m actually driving

[Kanye West - Chorus]
Welcome you to the World of (to the world of)
fast money, fast cars, big diamond rings
chief chains and the girls of
fake smiles, broken hearts and if you looking
for your real love
you wont find it here
if you looking for your real love
well goodnight my dear

[Kid Cudi]
oooh, if you looking for love
dont come around here
oooh, if you looking for love
it aint here my dear
mmmmm mmmmmh
move on

Mr Hudson feat. Kanye West - Anyone But Him

Anyone but him
I’d rather hear you had the whole football team
Than have to watch his filthy lips on your skin
Anyone but him
Anyone but him

With schoolboy fists, we can take this outside
But knowing my luck that fuck could win
Anyone but him

Who’s gonna take you home, who’s gonna take you home
Who’s gonna take you home, if it isn’t me
If it isn’t me, if it

Anyone but him
My blood boils as my eyes turn green
Is this the best of the best of the scene
Anyone but him
Anyone but him

With schoolboy fists we can take this outside
But knowing my luck that fuck could win
Anyone but him

Who’s gonna take you home, who’s gonna take you home
Who’s gonna take you home, if it isn’t me
If it isn’t me, if it

Anyone but him
Look past the leather and the dash and the rims
And you’ll see his whole hustle wears thin
Anyone but him

Anyone but him
He’s gonna take what you can’t take back
Then’s he’s gone out the door on a whim
Anyone but him

Who’s gonna take you home, who’s gonna take you home
Who’s gonna take you home, if it isn’t me
If it isn’t me, if it

[Kanye]
Now when she go black, she ain’t never coming back
I’m sorry Mr. H, I thought you already knew that
You’ll see her on a black street like Chauncey
I’m a bad boy like Sean C.
Roc-A-Fella like S C.
Keep them Apes with me like Don C
Like Jay, keep Beyonce
I’m just talking nonsey, so nonchalantly
See my Mark like Ronsy
Pop my collars like Fonzy
Paparazzi is on me
I see your girl want me, I’m filling up her glass
Feeling on her ass, feeling so upper class
And your boy, so fresh
I might even flash cash
So at the end of the night, you ain’t even gotta ask

Who’s gonna take you home, who’s gonna take you home
Who’s gonna take you home, if it isn’t me
If it isn’t me, if it isn’t me

If it isn’t me
Who’s gonna take you home, if it isn’t me
Who’s gonna take you home, if it isn’t me
If it isn’t me

Who’s gonna take you home, who’s gonna take you home
Who’s gonna take you home, if it isn’t me
If it isn’t me, if it isn’t me

Kanye West - power

I’m livin’ in the 21st century
Doin’ something mean to it
Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero need his theme music

No one man should have all that power
The clock’s tickin’, I just count the hours
Stop trippin’, I’m trippin’ off the power
(21st century schizoid man)

The system broken, the schools closed, the prisons open
We ain’t got nothin’ to lose, ma’f-cka, we rollin’
Huh? Ma’f-cka, we rollin’
With some light-skinned girls and some Kelly Rowlands
In this white man’s world, we the ones chosen
So goodnight, cruel world, I see you in the mornin’
Huh? I see you in the mornin’
This is way too much, I need a moment

No one man should have all that power
The clock’s tickin’, I just count the hours
Stop trippin’, I’m trippin’ off the power
‘Til then, f-ck that, the World’s ours

And then they (Go)
And then they
And then they (Go)
And then they (21st century schizoid man)

F-ck SNL and the whole cast
Tell ‘em Yeezy said they can kiss my whole ass
More specifically, they can kiss my asshole
I’m an asshole? You n-ggas got jokes
You short-minded n-ggas’ thoughts is Napoleon
My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in
Now I embody every characteristic of the egotistic
He know, he so, f-ckin’ gifted
I just needed time alone, with my own thoughts
Got treasures in my mind but couldn’t open up my own vault
My childlike creativity, purity and honesty
Is honestly being prodded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catchin’ up with me
Takin’ my inner child, I’m fighting for it, custody

With these responsibilities that they entrusted me
As I look down at my dia-mond-encrusted piece

N-gga, no one man should have all that power
The clock’s tickin’, I just count the hours
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Stop trippin’, I’m trippin’ off the power
‘Til then, f-ck that, the World’s ours

And then they (Go)
And then they
And then they (Go)
And then they
And then they (Go)
And then they (21st century schizoid man)

Colin Powells, Austin Powers
Lost in translation with a whole f-ckin’ nation
They say I was the obamanation (abomination) of Obama’s nation
Well, that’s a pretty bad way to start the conversation
At the end of day, goddammit, I’m killin’ this sh-t
I know damn well y’all feelin’ this sh-t
I don’t need yo’ p-ssy, bitch, I’m on my own d-ck
I ain’t gotta power trip, who you goin’ home with?
How ‘Ye doin’? I’m survivin’
I was drinkin’ earlier, now I’m drivin’
Where the bad bitches, huh? Where ya hidin’?
I got the power, make yo’ life so excitin’ (So excitin’)

Now this would be a beautiful death
Jumpin’ out the window
Lettin’ everything go
Lettin’ everything go

N-now-now this would be a beautiful death
Jumpin’ out the window
Lettin’ everything go
Lettin’ everything go

Now this would be a beautiful death
Jumpin’ out the window
Lettin’ everything go
Lettin’ everything go

You got the power to let power go

Chris Brown feat. Drake, Kanye West, T.I., Fabolous & Andre 3000 - Deuces (Remix)

[Drake]
What you mean I ain't call you?
I hit you when I landed
I'm waiting in my hotel room
seems like we are arguing more and it's getting less romantic
yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon
but I f-cked you right I will
I f-cked you right I will
I'll f-ck you like no-one has ever ever made you feel
I mean it's part of our relationships, amazing still
I might just put up with the arguing and stay for real
you looking mad, girl for goodness sakes
you with all those curves and me without no breaks
ooh, I'm willing to work it out however long it takes you
you feel like you miss those happy days well girl that makes two of us
Our timing is wrong
your friends always tying up every line on your phone
yeah but tell them b-tches that you'll always be my missus
and the hardest part about the f-cking business is minding your own
uhh, and everytime I try and break it off
we just yell until we tired then I break you off
it's useless all this fighting lets get past it now
even when I throw them deuces you just send it back around

[T.I]
Your wrist and fingers glisten
ice cold like Michigan
eh look at what we living in
here we go with this again
I just keep on talking but I guess that you aint listening
rather run around with them nothing ass b-tches
then, go on, got me hot, smoking like a chimney
we used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemy's
deep inside it's killing me
but soon its gon be killing you
to see her in that two seater, now thats gon hurt your feelin's boo
ah ha, didn't you think you would be over me
by now so you go sleeping with them clowns, they are no relief
she spoke her piece I know, capisce
so love must be let go, released
into the wind, again again and deuces I must throw ya peace

[Kanye West]
You know what, yo?
you a b-tch!
you should have a travel agent cuz you a trip
you should make your own toilet tissue since you the sh-t
but all you got is some f-cking issues you f-cking b-tch
I hate (?), but I love your mom
give her a kiss for me, her second son
get your mind right baby or get your sh-t together
you gon be hot a little while
I'mma be rich forever (Amber Rose diss?)
girl seducers, they come in Deuces
when I cut em off they always become a nuisance
n-ggas take my old flows and they take my old swag
he just took my old b-tch and turn it to his new b-tch
hehe. I'm stupid
but I won't get my drama on
lyricsvideoclips.blogspot.com
what I'm dealing with is too real for me to comment on
Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth
so when you talk bout "you know who" I don't know who you talkin' bout

[Fabolous]
According to my old b-tch I be on some new sh-t
she was on some old sh-t, now I got a new b-tch
think I give two sh-ts
you aint gon do sh-t
meet my two fingers, intro...deuces
if you knew better you'd do better
wanna get the middle finger but I got two better

[Chris Brown - Chorus]
So you gon diss me even though you know it's wrong
know you gon (miss me a little when I'm gone)

[Fabolous]
Drizzy voice, now I'm ghost baby
four door Rizzy Royce
tryna work it out might be a bad business choice
I'm bout my business boys
plus I make paper
come on thats old news
yesterday's paper
oh, you talkin', what about?
if it aint high keep you studded out
you might as well shut ya mouth
you'll never score another me, I'll shut it out
act like there's gum in your hair girl, cut it out

[Andre 3000]
The farewell email from a female
but I'm a playa, aint gon tell you all the details
what it entails is hard to say like selling seashells
by the seashore, but she's not a bore but neither a whore
who needs to know more
the kind you can't ignore but want to open the door...for,
or run in your favourite store and leave with all them shopping bags and half of it aint your's,
I did things for, aint rich aint poor
I want it to do more but hell I just aint know her
well enough to know if this is all she came for
but enough to know tonight excited she came four
times to my cousins house to see if I was there
get ya minds out the gutter man
we out here tryna have a good time
and here I am, all heavy with the words where
somebody thats a nerd, likely fast forward
but sh-t they asked for it
it's hard to throw up them deuces cause when you know it's juicy
you start to sound like Confucius when making up excuses
chase the Cabooses until the track gone
I gotta find me a new locomotive stop making sad songs

[Chris Brown - Chorus]
Im on some new shit
Im chuckin my deuces up to her
Im moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryin to make it work
You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her [x2]