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Kanye West

Kanye Omari West ( /ˈkɑːnjeɪ/; born June 8, 1977) is an American musician, film director and fashion designer. West first rose to fame as a producer for Roc-A-Fella Records, where he eventually achieved recognition for his work on Jay-Z's album The Blueprint, as well as hit singles for musical artists including Alicia Keys, Ludacris, and Janet Jackson. His style of production originally used pitched-up vocal samples from soul songs incorporated with his own drums and instruments. However, subsequent productions saw him broadening his musical palette and expressing influences encompassing '70s R&B, baroque pop, trip hop, arena rock, folk, alternative, electronica, synthpop, and classical music. more »

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2011

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In the midst of negativity, a positive site can be blurred
And the visions that we thought were good, seems to let evil occur
While still possessing our human form
We live life searching for greatness since the day we was born
And as we bow our heads at night rich wealthy or poor with dislikes
We pray, asking for forgiveness for our sinful ways
With mind, body, spirit and faith
We pray
Amen

Yeah (amen) you like that right? (Amen)
I wrote it myself by the way (amen)
Yo Young, Jeezy (amen)
Jizzle, Snowman (amen)
We gotta give the streets what they want man (amen)
F*ck the god damn sheet man (amen)
You gotta get it in bruh
Let's get it (amen)

You like that don't you?
I wrote it myself by the way
And I don’t mean to be selfish
But I picture myself gettin’ paid
And you might catch pneumonia
'Cause I'm colder than an elf on a sleigh
Uh, me and Pusha back on it
Now everybody help us pray
Lord forgive my sins and all my friends
Dollars make sense, I’m tryna get paid

Tryna get saved (too late)
Time to get paid
Got a gun and a stocking mask
Niggas thought I was tryna get waves
I’mma let y'all niggas pray for it
My young niggas knocking off a K for it
Sold my soul on the back end
Only fucking way I'ma pay for it
Front that shit you put a flame on
My niggas locked in a cage for
They keep telling me to go hard
Number one spot you was made for
Yeah, I made more
Front of the grill, got a racehorse
California Crayola red
Glow In The Dark like a ‘Ye tour
F*ck niggas steppin’ in my lane for
Not knowing that it’s a land mine
Soon as a nigga feel a cool breeze
Throw the top up like a gang sign
Red or blue, crip or blood
Solitaires, diamond studs
Like chandeliers I’ma flood
Black Jesus piece like it’s dipped in mud
Fashion God’s, notice mine
Roller ball spikes I’m Pokemon
Paris shit, Louboutin
Under bright lights where do you belong?

Please Lord, yeah, it’s gettin realer everyday
Niggas killin’ niggas, starving 'cause they can’t find no Yay
See at first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay
So some be trapped and some be dying, bow our heads and let us pray
Amen

Amen, how many people do you know hatin’?
On your downfall sitting their waitin’
When you shine, wonder what they gonna say then
Everything I do now stadiums
Tell me what they really gon’ say to him
And I’m headed straight to the ATM
Finna go HAM, nigga finna go in
Nigga you'll get it when pigs fly, when Yeezy fake
Devil’s pie, piece of cake
Kit-kat I need a break
God’s child, Jesus Christ
Club like a broken neck, I need the ice
I need the lights, uh
In Egypt they fightin’ for freedom
Cop pull you over no reason, beat him

Please Lord, yeah, it’s gettin realer everyday
Niggas killin’ niggas, starving 'cause they can’t find no Yay
See at first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay
So some be trapped and some be dying, bow our heads and let us pray, amen

I got them units packed in that black van like the A-Team
Even seen 'em come two tone like a Saleen (Saleen)
Saleen, Yeah that’s a Mustang
Break 'em down in the night, that's what I call hustling
They say they want that dumb shit, but this is ignorance
Come to warn the timepiece, yeah now that's ignorance
They like, Young you a fool, yeah I coulda bought some real estate
Instead I bought a half a block, I tried to sew up half the streets
I’m up seventy five on seventy five, when they was going for the twenty five
Guess who’s pickin’ up a trey
Just an ordinary day with extraordinary pay
Extraordinary risk
Can’t even explain, got an extraordinary wrist
I talk it 'cause I lived it man, this shit ain't really nothin’ to me
Tell ya like Sosa told Tony “don't you f*ck with me”

Please Lord, yeah, it’s gettin realer everyday
Niggas killin’ niggas, starving 'cause they can’t find no Yay
See at first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay
So some be trapped and some be dying, bow our heads and let us pray

Amen, amen, amen
Amen, amen, amen
Amen, amen, amen
Amen, amen, amen, amen

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