Lyrics:
We miss you, a'yo Kato
A'yo K', let me kick it with you for a minute
There was things left unsaid, dog, we wasn't finished
Never got to say thank
Catchin' vics, throwin' bricks, gettin' by bein' slick
Used to get high just to get by
Used to have to puff my L in the morning before I get fly
Ate
aiming that thing
And you ain't helping the process out by always caking these dames
But it is hard giving up the place where they be shaking they things
joint
Every album since then always been on point
(Thank you) videos and big shows is hardcore
So why you think your albums haven't sold more?
Well
are more followers
Than there are leaders
PW: yeah I agree…You know what
The funny thing is that
We’ve never done it on a Kanye West album
It might be
tonight we are listening to a 1982 classic album by Sparky Lightning and The Bolts. What better way is there to party on a weekend? I can't think of any. Up
of stars, where there's flying cars
A brand new home for everyone and even life on Mars
This not a love song (whoa)
This is, "So long"
You did me so
Ellen: How do you think
Marriage has changed you, if it has?
Kanye: I've definitely learned
How to compromise
More which is something you have
My raps is better than yours
My plaques is better than yours
My tracks is better than yours
You can have one but I have to charge
We can start
no politics
And when you talk to us make sure you talk to us with common sense
This one is goliath, big, leaped over a giant bridge
Called my
to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent
You know Kriss, I'm Kross
Y'all ran, we walked
No Limit n****z got ghetto dope by pounds and bults
Blowin' tapes
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in
don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin' because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old School
if you want, then I shoulder the blame
Overcome at times by uncontrollable flames, and multiple pains
Now it seems like I'm goin insane
For the love
Man you know it's always some niggas out there
That just ain't never got nothing positive to say
Always talking about where somebody else went wrong
or who's not there
Who did what to who 'fore you got here
Now, look, I'm too proud to let that come between me and you now
Realize I got to think for two
if you want, then I shoulder the blame
Overcome at times by uncontrollable flames, and multiple pains
Now it seems like I'm goin insane
For the love
an opinion
That is out of line
With the status quo at least
You are allowed to be
Objectified by men and dress like a slut
But don’t own
Your sluttiness and do
crawlin' out of a hole in Iraq
Try to topple my regime
You end up in need of a scalpel to your spleen
Is there a medic on the scene?
Easy children,
divulge too much over the phone
But we're gonna need you to get down here right away
Your brother is in stable condition but your Mom and sister are in
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
namin' names again (what?)
All you motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart (uh)
Play like you don't know L-O-X is gon' bark
We can take it there
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