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★Chorus Oh when it all, it all falls down I'm telling you ohh,it all falls down ☆Verse1 Man I promise,she's so self conscious She has no idea what she's doing in college That major that she majored in don't make no money |
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| 4:52 |
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[Kanye West]
I'm tryin to catch the beat, uh I'm tryin to catch the beat I'm tryin to catch the beat, uh uh, uh I'm tryin to catch the beat [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH [Verse 1: Kanye West] N-n-n-now, my flow Is in the pocket like Wallace, I got the bounce like hydrolics I can't call it, I got the swerve like alchoooool-ics My freshman year I was goin through hell, a problem Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta collllllll-ege My teacher said I'se a loser, I told her why don't you kill me I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna folllllllllll-ow My heart, and if you follow the charts, to the plaques or the stacks You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see I'm so shy that you thought it was bashfull but this bastard's flow will bash a skull And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Tro And I don't, usually smoke but pass the 'dro And I won't, give you that money that you askin fo' Why you think, me and Dame cool, we ask hoes That's why we hear your music in fast fo' Cuz we don't wanna here that weak shit no mo' [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH [Verse 2: Kanye West] N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this E-mailin me at 11:26, tellin me that she 36-26, plus double-d You know how girls on black planet be when they get bubblee At NYU but she headed from Kansas, right now she just lampin, chillin on campus Sent me a picture with a feelin on Candice Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis W-H-I-T, it's gettin late mami, your screen saver say tweet So you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friend His name Kweli (You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib) I mean (That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib) I mean (You don't really know him, why is you lyin) Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pickup the line She gon' think that I'm lyin, just spit a couple of lines Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Yeah I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin' up dimes but GET EM HIGH, I need some tracks you tryin to pull tracks out And my rhymes as fittin' to blow you tryin' to blow back south Well ok, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, aiyyo I though you meet that chick at that conference with yo moms And she's the bomb, boy she got the bouji behavior Always got somethin' to say like a bookee(?) playa hater Anyway, I don't usually fuck with a interneter (get her high) Birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette You really fuckin' that much, you tryin' to get off cigarettes And she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate I got the bubba kush and a sister could get a hit of it [Verse 4: Common] Get em high like noon, or the moon or a room filled with smoke A high filled with dope Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still fill the notes With real nigga quotes Real rappers is hard to find, like a remonte, control rap is not a Used soup it still got life, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs Rock clubs like Tiger, Woods in the hood, should have my own reality show Called Soul Survivor, I stole on liver, niggaz than you You'se a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead I'm here to resurrect me, mosh is to sexy to even make songs like these That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys To many featured emcees, and pro-ducers is popular Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin your Album, how come, you the hot garbage of The years clear your image is looped up Label got you souped up, tellin you you sick Man you a dick with a loose nut Video hard to watch like Medusa Even your club record need a booster Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga Read the infa, red across your head I'm bread king like Simba Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper You dancin' for money like Honey, I did this my way So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye Spittin through wires and fires, emcees retirin Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH |
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Heavy Hitter for life
Heavy hitters for life You rappers think I give a f*ck about the way the day spent Want to be on my album but don't want me on they sh*t Everybody thought i was makin a compelation I was really makin myself they competation. Fresh off the plane form the all star game. Bone girls on t.v so it's all star trains Just picture man. No stichin man. somethin for the phiends fresh out the kitchen man. Last 9/11 I was poor on a half till I floored up my math Now it's Porsche 9/11 and I'm floorin the gas Problems that i had no more. well damn look at how everybody den changed all my niggas is bout to have it made tell j that i'm bout to change the game this makes everything else sound played goddamn Kanye! Kanye! Kanye! Now hold up. Ain't nobody makin with me dog now you say it. Ain't nobody messin with you at all I told dude you can't even rap on my interlude now does that make me as rude as Jude? When the album comin out man the people is askin Yall got motive adidas ya sick with the fashion Ya already got do so ya spit for the passion the way ya rhymes give me Tribe Called Quest flash backs And let's not even bring up the tracks man nope nope let's not do that man ya eatin up the game like Pac man and got the whole world shakin just like crack phiends. Heavy hitters for life Roca fella is for life throw them diamonds up throw them diamonds up trow ya diamonds |
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(In background)
Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever come my way For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way... Right down to the wire, even through the fire Yo G they can't stop me from rapping can they? Can that huh? I spit it through the wire man To much stuff on my heart right now man I'll gladly risk it all right now It's a life or death situation man Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man It's your boy Kayne titter.... Chi-Town what's going on man (Verse 1) I drink a boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dizzert Somebody ordered pancakes I just sip the sizzurp That right there could drive a sane man bizerk Not to worry the Mr. H-to-the-Izzo's back wizzork How do you console my mom or give her light support When you telling her your sons' on life support And just imagine how my girl feel On the plane scared as hell that her guy look like Emmit Till She was with me before the deal she been trying to be mine She a delta so she been throwing them dynasty signs I'm use to trying to reline I been trying to be sign Trying to be a millionaire How I use two lifelines In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died The doctor said I had blood clots But I ain't jamaican man Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make a band I swear this right here is history in the making man (In background) Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever come my way For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way... Right down to the wire, even through the fire I really apologize how I sound right now man This ain't fair at all man They got my mouth wired shut for like I don't know the doctor said for like six weeks You know we had reconstru.... I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw Looked in the mirror half my jaw was missing and half my mouth I couldn't believe it But im still here for yall right now yo This is what I gotta say yo Yeah, turn me up yeah (Verse 2) What if somebody from the Chi-town was ill got a deal on the hottest rap label around But he wasn't talking bout coke and birds it was more like spoken word Except he really putting it down And he explained the story about how blacks came from glory And what we need to do in the game Good dude, Bad night, Right place, Wrong time In the blink of an eye his whole life changed If you could feel how my face felt you would know how Mase felt Thank God I ain't to cool for the safe belt I swear to God driver two on the sue I got lawyer for the case to keep my safe book safe My dawgs couldn't tell if I I look like Tom Cruise on Vanilla Sky it was televised There's been an accident like GEICO They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael I must gotta angel Cause look how death missed his ass Unbreakable, would you thought they called me Mr. Glass Look back on my life like the ghost of Christmas past Toys R Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash And I still wont grow up, I'm a grown ass kid Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire (In background) Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever come my way For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way... Right down to the wire, even through the fire Know what im saying When the doctor told me I had a um.. I was goin to have a plate on my chin I said dawg didn't you realize I'll never make it on the plane now Its bad I got all this jewelry on Can't be serious man |
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