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KANYE WEST lyrics - My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

Devil In A New Dress

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[Kanye West] I love it though I love it though [Chorus] Uh put your hands to the constellations they way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I’m preaching to the congregation we love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting we ain't married but tonight I need some consummation [Kanye West - Verse 1] may the Lord forgive us may the God’s be with us and that magic hour I seen good Christians make rash decisions oh she do it, what happened to Religion? oh she lose it she putting on her make up she casually allure text message break up, the casualty of tour how she gone wake up and not love me no more I thought I was the ass hole, I guess it’s rubbing off hood phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme hard to be humble when you stuntin on a jumbotron I’m looking at her like “this what you really want it, huh?” what we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime [Chorus] Uh put your hands to the constellations they way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I’m preaching to the congregation we love Jesus but she done learned a lot from Satan (Satan, Satan, Satan) I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting we ain't married but tonight I need some consummation [Kanye West - Verse 2] When the sun go down its the magic hour the magic hour and outta all the colours that are still up the skies you got green on your mind I can see it in your eyes why you standing there with your face screwed up don’t leave while your hot that’s how Mase screwed up throwing shit around, the whole place screwed up maybe I should call Mase so that he could pray for us I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat I ordered you jerk, she said "you are what you eat" you see I always loved your sense of humour but tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was the Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme that's Dior Homme not Dior homie the crib scarface couldn’t be more Tony you love me for me could you be more phoney [Chorus] Uh put your hands to the constellations they way you look should be a sin, you my sensation haven’t said a word, haven’t said a word to me this evening Cat got your tongue? [Rick Ross - Verse 3] Lookin’ at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone Lookin’ at my wrist it’ll turn your ass to stone Stretch limousine, sippin’ Rosé all along Double-headed monster with a mind of his own Cherry red chariot, excess is just my character All black tux, nigga shoes lavender I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired Before his jaw shattered climbin’ up the Lord’s ladder We still speedin’, runnin’ signs like they don’t matter Uh, hater talkin’ never made me mad Never that when I’m in my favorite papertag Therefore G4s at the Clearport When it come to tools, fool I’m a Pep Boy When it came to dope, I was quick to export Never tired of ballin’ so it’s on to the next sport New Mercedes sedan, they’ll export So many cars DMV though it was mail fraud Different traps, I was gettin’ mail from Polk County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne Whole clique, appetite had tapeworms Spinnin’ Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burns I shed a tear before the night's over God bless the man I put this ice over Gettin’ 2Pac money twice over Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller I’m makin’ love to the angel of death Catchin’ feelings, never stumble, retracin’ my steps

My Son And Daughter

B.G.
[B.G.] (talking) Wassup, Uh Huh This one here for my lil' queen And my lil' king, ya heard me Lil' Christopher and lil' Christiane, ya know Look man (mumbling) My two fa-shiggity, ya understand And everything else is like They all, ya know, impossible, ya heard me I love my children ya heard me My children love me, yes they do I could never be no dead-beat, ya understand Never be no part time, never, never, believe that Look [Verse 1] Now my son He aint three years yet Ooo he could walk and he could talk a lil' bit But I bet when he get to that stage I'll tell him Don't be like daddy, fuck up, become a young convicted felon Go to school, get an education, say no to drugs Still be a smart hot boy and lil' thug Fuck bitches, be 'bout money and duck snitches Don't let nothing come between you and your riches Respect momma, listen to everything that she says It's guaranteed to pay off on judgement day Believe as long as I breathe, uh, I'm here for you To tell the truth I dont want you to go through what I went through My daddy got killed, on me when I was twelve Fell victim to the game and gave grandma hell Back forth in jail, stealing cars and shit Smoking 'gars and shit, bothering by the laws and shit But uh, believe I'll teach you another route Watch how good everything turn out [Chorus] For lil' Christopher, I'll go out my way And for Christiane, I'll go out my way For my son and my daughter, I'll go out my way I'll give my life for 'em both any time, any day For my lil' nigga, I'll go out my way And for my lil' princess, I'll go out my way For my son and my daughter, I'll go out my way I'll give my life for 'em both, any time, any day [Verse 2] Now my daughter She so pretty and so smart I'll take her to the park, she ride her Barbie car She say daddy I love ya I say I love you too I miss my lil' angel, tell me whatcha wanna do We can go see a movie, go to Chucky E. Cheese Anything and anywhere ya wanna go, that's on me Always count on me, if not, then wait for it Dont let a nigga make ya take off ya skirt for it Dont let a nigga make ya take off ya shirt for it Don't do nothing you'll end up getting your feelings hurt for it This just game And it's coming from me to you I'll never tell you nothing wrong This here from me to you It ain't nothing you can't have in this world I'mma protect ya till i'm gone, you're daddy's lil girl [Chorus] [B.G. and Little Christopher talking]

Due Me A Favour

KARDINAL OFFISHALL "Not 4 Sale"
[intro:] Woah oh [x5] [verse 1:] Yo it's like speeding down the highway with a blind fold on no hands on the wheel hopin' God will lead me my way and I know he real so my grandma say what I feel a sweat from the sun cause I work construction I gotta take care of my son I got one in the oven on the way rents late, two months cause my land lord talks too much hands full of calises and I still got the magic touch to make wifee blush I been workin' it out since a high school crush foots on the clutch minds on my money but my money ain't there but I will not resort to welfare I care can't stop won't stop couldn't even do it if I tried if I said I did I'd lie let's ride [x2] ride... [chorus:] I need a favour tonight more than heaven knows I need a favour tonight... [x2] could God do me a favour? I could really use a favour can I get it tonight? [repeat once more] [verse 2:] No Christmas here I'm taking time and a half gotta make that cash even if a nigga gotta drive that cab I'm gonna treat it like a limo didn't know? y'better ask somebody told me closed mouths don't eat closed eyes may never ever see so I try with everything I've got to not sleep but it's hard to run if at first you don't creep after work take the long way home see a lotta whips dipped out in chrome thinkin about a house but I can't get along so I day dream on my way back to my zone thinkin about my son look when he full grown will he be raised right or another street clone? everything I know God knows gotta shown lettim know he is not alone he on [x2] on... [chorus: Estelle] I need a favour tonight more than heaven knows I need a favour tonight... [x2] could God do me a favour? really use a favour can I get it tonight? [repeat once more] [verse 3:] It's like I'm, drownin' in a world of failure but I can't stop 'til my suits are tailored well I really can't trust my neighbours some only trust in they Lord and saviour I gotta believe in the fact that he must want better for us like young C gotta do it for us my car broke down fuck the bus fuck the mayor fuck the city laws are unjust it's like why do I try when I feel I'm gonna die without a tear left in my eye? I work the hardest see the least it's like cultivating the harvest not seeing the feast I don't wanna get philosophical go-to deep I have faith but I'm afraid to take the leap most of what I know I know holds me back instead of learning I want that lac come on [x4] [chorus: Kard/Estelle extended chorus] I need a favour tonight more than heaven knows I need a favour tonight... [x2] could God do me a favour? I could really use a favour can I get it tonight? [repeat once more] [dialogue outro:] yo cuz why you takin' me to the water B? I mean shit is peaceful I mean this real romantic you know I'm not into that shit? right? [outro spit:] some of my friends are terrorists some of my friends deal crack and I am not OK with this some niggas I know only back me because I rake dough like a gardner fuck it I work harder I don't like most hip hop out there's a secret society of niggas who wanna shout "turn that bullshit off!" I should shut my mouth? next thing you know I ain't welcome down south of the border I don't believe in turfs or a section I believe in community where anybody can walk good without protection I believe that Dilla was the numba one dude in rap but there on the slaps of haikus I spite you for not givin' it up fuck what that nigga say, nigga give it up why black people act like little kids? make mad excuses when they know what it is be like them white folks invest that shit instead niggas clownin' on the red carpet showing my neice that a million on the neck is the hot shit is bloodclot disrespect and growin' up poor don't make you ignant act your age don't act your pigment race to the top don't let your race stop you from revolution open your mouth and bust shots read books young nigga say "hello," screw faces an' fuck me we know you spines jello spit what you been through spit what you know and don't waste my time fuck your demo yeeaah...

Love Or Money

JONI MITCHELL
The firmament of Tinsel Town Is strung with tungsten stars Lot's of forty watt successes He says where's my own shining hour He's the well kept secret of the underground He's in debt to the company store Because his only channelled aspiration Was getting back that girl he had before He's got stacks and stacks of words that rhyme Describing what it is to lose He's got some just for laughs He's got some for love That mainline to his blues Some to shed a little light on you and on me Some to shed a little light on the human story The wars of pride and property The rebel Irish and the promised land Jew Fighting behind his eyes and over seas Wounded in action and no ceasefire in view Brave reporters bring the battles home But tonight inside that box Just more bang bang ketchup color to him Just more Twentieth Century Fox All because that ghostly girl comes haunting Just out of reach-outside his bed And she kicks the covers off his sleep For the clumsy things he said She commands his head-She tries his sanity She demands his head-Tonight unknowingly Vaguely she floats and lacelike Blown in like a curtain on the night wind She's nebulous and naked He wonders where she's been He grabs at the air because there's nothing there Her evasiveness stings him With long legs-long lonely legs Bruised from banging into things One day he was standing just outside her door He was carrying an armload of bright balloons She just laughed She said she heard him knocking And she teased him for the moon Is one the moon, dear clown, Tied to a string for me? He tried but he could not get it down For truth or for mystery He tried but he could not get it down For love or money

Down For The Count

TALIB KWELI "Reflection Eternal"
[Rah Digga] Yeh, check it out now (uhh uhh uhh) Rah Digga y'all, Dirty Harriet (uhh!) Kweli, Xzibit, new millenium! (C'mon, check it) [all] One, two, three, four [Rah] Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah) Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye Blow the spot with some old school shit from junior high (HEYYY!) [all] One, two, three, four [Rah] Jersey's finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors Make your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real Puttin heads to bed like Hennessey and NyQuil [Rah Digga] Convertible style, still had the heat knockin Bumpin shit from way back with my man beatboxin Shootin the breeze - see I'm nice with these You'll be suckin it down like fast food high-C's Type of rap bitch that love underground classics Gettin more green than that nigga St. Patrick Makin wack rappers go and merc the set {*dial-up sounds*} Better off behind a desk tryin to surf the net cause I be adamant, kill 'em when my joints get added in Worse than boric acid in your project cabinet Dirty Harriet, increase the fanbases Leavin non-writin cats stuck on the plantations Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch with whites Leave the party over here like they Israelites Got Cali Brooks critics, Ta' Kwe'() Xzibit Gonna rock shit down like he can't get no visits [all] One, two, three, four [T.K] Rock the whole world like the Rolling Stone tour (AH-AHHH!) Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat by a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet [all] One, two, three, four [T.K] The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore Like Jim Morrison we break on through Before I care about your take on me, we take on you [Talib Kweli] Yo, yo, yo We bring it straight to your face from the start, yo Rage Against the Machine, break it apart Might be over your head, but it's straight from the heart I show my love in the light while y'all hate in the dark Straight to apocalypse is where I'm takin the art Givin niggaz battle scars, ALWAYS makin my mark You fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot You straight bitch whether I say it or not Shit is hot, spittin flames on the track Put our town's names on the map from now until we fadin to black Where we at Thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto when the slugs let go like Frankie Beverly Forever we stack notes like the treasury, flow heavenly Get you high on speech laced with obscenity Niggaz be gassed like Cipher Sounds, and need rescue remedy then fall the fuck off like limbs affected with leprosy [all] One, two, three, four [x2z] Why the fuck can't MC's MC no more Hardcore til somebody put me under the ground With a dick in your ear, still couldn't fuck with my sound [all] One, two, three, four [x2z] Takin me straight to the weed spot, then to the liquor sto' Gimme Some Mo' like Busta Bus', who do you trust Swingin through, your favorite neighborhood lush [Xzibit] I'm i-rate, usin your body for live bait Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you can't take Dilate, cock back the weight, spread hate Heavy metal we settle and set shit straight Hit gates in my younger days, from the policeman Me and my clan used to dance thicker than quicksand Supply and demand the hand is quicker than the eye Find some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to stick to your lie I see through the tricks, destroy the facade Your little lungs is too weak to hotbox with God Rah Digga, First Lady of the Flipmode Squad Gotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the yard For the first time, we ain't the niggaz you let shine Expect mines to blow lines like coke everytime I'm an Alkaholik nigga so I finish the fifth You at the front door bitchin because you ain't on the list It's like [All] One, two, three, four.. Yeah (ohhhhhhh) hehehe (aight y'all, aight y'all..) Yeah (here we go) [All] One, two, three, four..

Gotta Man

EVE "Let There Be Eve: Ruff Ryders' First Lady"
Gotta Man [Little Girl] I got a boyfriend now *laughs* [Eve] C'mon, uh, uh, uh, yo, yo 1 - Gotta man that I think I'm gon' love forever And forever, we'll be together (C'mon) No matter where he goes, I'll be thinkin' of him I'm gonna love him, I'm gonna love him (Repeat 1) [Eve] Yo, Yo, this nigga lookin' like love, no doubt Sophisticated thug keep me guessin' Said it would be a blessin' just to watch you undressin' Callin' you daddy, late nights I'm layin' on your chest And, stay reminiscin' bout the rest And, how they less than, trying to come between what we share Can't compare, could have been left But when it's mine, I never share, fight to the death If need be to prove that, wounds from your war Other bitches couldn't soothe that, broke from a bad back I'm holdin' you down, throwin' dirt with other bitches But them other fishes drown, locked in, for however long I'm playin' it smart, court dates in other cities There I'm playin' my part, wif-ey, in ya life see Forever be us, passin' the side of a Bentley Or the number 2 bus, tell the whole world, papi EVE don't want nobody else, with other niggas pick and choose But you, I'm keepin' for myself (Repeat 1) (Repeat 1) All my peoples thinkin' I'm delirious But the love I feel is serious Couples of the world, no comparing us Been through fist fights with niggas when I see it escalate I'm the getaway driver so my nigga can escape Pull my ice for the bail, spending nights in jail Drawing hearts on the wall with our names around the cell It made a little craziness, maybe I'm blind But for me to leave now lookin' for love would take a lifetime So I'm keepin' mine, uh-huh, fuck it keep me blind Feels like heaven when we makin' love, controllin' my spine Wine and dine, I don't need that as long as long as you wit me And you bitches thinkin' that you competition, come and get me My position is held, some try and all fail Pussy piece a mothafucka', uh-huh, good enough to sell Never leave his baby girl, mad 'cause he claim me Only thug in the hood that was wild enough to tame me (Repeat 1) (Repeat 1) I'm the bitch he'll never leave, helped him build his luxuries Carry stories that can hurt him, still he only trustin' me Secrets never leave my mouth, even if they torture me Always taught to hold the ground, that's why I'll always be his queen It's some thug shit things see him in the party, start to flip (What the fuck?) Curse him out on the regular just to make him sick Disappear for a day or two to test his loyal ground Keep my dogs on a short leash, controllin' the growl Open wide, I don't give a fuck, I'm swallowing my pride And he fast to blast a cat that he think be on the prowl But I'll never let him go, temper flare, let it go Always be his extra back bone, quick to let a nigga know Always by his side, EVE the apple in his eye Us together ain't no stopping snatchin' pieces of the pie Us together in our own world, what's his becomes mine Exceed eternity with him we'll stand the test of time (Repeat 1 to fade)

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