Kanye West feat. Mos Def, Swizz Beatz, Raekwon & Charlie Wilson - Lord Lord Lord | Текст песни

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• Kanye West feat. Mos Def, Swizz Beatz, Raekwon & Charlie Wilson
• Lord Lord Lord

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Yeah, yeah, there I go
There it is
It’s an amazing sound
Look around
Power of observation
(This is somethin’ special)
(This is somethin’ new)
Marvels and frights and strange delights
Attributes, properties, disciplines and novelties
Ecstatic patterns in the calendar design
Wilderness tours guided by and for the blind
Cool ruler standin’ still, sweatin’ through the shade
He knew those lights only grew bright to fade
Dead wrong paegeantry, lottery and games
Sleight of hand provided by extravagant and fake
The carnival tilt bell, a hustle for the age
They clutch what they covet, what must they give away?
Who was uninvited, who was asked to come and stay?
Surprise, it’s your life, it’s your business anyway
So please, pardon these and such curious minds
Peace, safe passage, precious time
Hither and gone, the day of days, Yawm al-Qiyamah
This tiny stone illuminated by a star born (born)
Not only star so large, many more
To make our largest star show small, furthermore
The end is not the end, no stop but a pause
And what we can witness isn’t all there is at all
Cuss the mock over scotch and pork chops
The passion, expansion, the order of the random
See the dreamers, see the sleepers
Why would you wake ‘em? Sweet Jesus
In life on Earth
Seek heaven first
Spoil his work
Lord, Lord, Lord
Her heels set the mood: Where did you acquire those Alias?
When I met you, I heard Jesus’ bell, strings and a choir
I got lines that’s better than niggas’ albums, plural
King of the urban, make your shit sound rural
She said her head is so deep, she need a epidural
Them other niggas have you lookin’ like a squirrel
That ass nuts, I only hang with white boys that like black sluts
Tell ‘em, Plain Pat, yo, that track sucks
We ain’t dissin’ you, between the positions, you play something for us to listen to
I’m tryna worry ’bout my scratch minus the crabs
I ain’t stoppin’ for you niggas like yellow cabs
I got scripts, so why we need a movie?
And if I’m a douche, then put me in your coochie
I swear they shoulda never gave these niggas looseleaf
And excuse me if I’m trapped by the boobies
Booby-trapped
Holla back
And you know how we get it in
You know, AK on the lap like “What’s that?”
Click-clack
Lord, Lord, Lord
All white Bentley, I call that mama
My life crazy, like Obama’s
You talk slick, well, I’m Osama
Bin Laden, I’m what’s happen’, I get it crackin’
All black carbon, on my wrist, yeah
It’s gon’ take you a couple years to get this here
Thank AP, well, they thank me
And I’d be mad, too, if you ain’t me
Call me Mr. Deeds, or Mr. Boss
See me ridin’ clean, in a Rolls-Royce
Niggas talkin’ funny, that’s old money
Niggas lookin’ crazy, but they talkin’ funny
Nowadays, rappers, they like bloggers
You see me, I’m a bank-hogger
Comin’ through your hood, in a Brinks truck
With 25s on it like what the fuck
Hunt and feed ‘em better, what the fuck you stick?
Paparazzi on the water, what the fuck you stick?
My face got the fuck-you-pricks
My beats go hard like fuck-you dicks
Pourin’ champagne, damn thing
See me rockin’ suede, nigga, in the damn rain
Ain’t a damn thing, money ain’t a damn thing
Ask Yeezy and Mos, we do the goddamn thing
Get down to the precious lovers
Lord, Lord, Lord
Ay, yo, open glass on my fingers
I sit back like I’m caged, but still cakin’, while niggas is hatin’
It’s like bein’ in the livest Lambo in the hood
You a piece of steak, I rather be that than some bacon
Every project is a throne, only just bigger stones they throw
That’s why I wear a big hat and roll
Where you goin’ if you don’t know where you came or when you came?
All you know is we the cocaine, non-believers, no gain
I’m zooted down, rollin’ a spliff, maxin’
Flamin’ like wheels got traction, I’m son, he’s attractive
Guaranteed to service them real niggas, and crusin’ in a Volvo
A duffel for dolo, puffy Polo