Maybach Music 2 - Rick Ross f/ Kanye West, Lil Wayne, and T-Pain
“Martin, Louie the King Junior Startin’ all that stuntin’ is gonna ruin ya B I was a lie, he probably had a two-tone With the great poupon, anything that Ye poop on Will explode, ‘cause I am the s__t and this is my commode Oh oh that it go Talkin’ ‘bout how your boys clothes extra tight I just remembered that my lime light extra bright I hit the Strip Club as girls get extra hype You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke We know who not gettin’ no sex tonight And a lap dance will probably be a blessin’ right So all this s__t you talkin’ dead, Coffin Like the weed coughin’ New Crib: Lofton Where is that? Austin Where is that? Texas What’s in front: Benzes What else? Lexus Well whose Maybach is this? Mr. West’s”
“And I’m back on my grind A psychic read my lifeline Told me in my lifetime My name would help light up the Chicago skyline And that’s what I’m Seven o’clock, that’s primetime Heaven’ll watch, God calling from the hot lines Why he keep giving me hot lines I’m a star, how could I not shine How many ladies in the house How many ladies in the house without a spouse Something in your blouse got me feeling so aroused What you about On that independent s__t Trade it all for a husband and some kids You ever wonder what it all really mean You ever wonder if you’ll find your dreams.”
Never Let Me Down - Kanye West f/ Jay-Z and J. Ivy
Classic Kanye verse.
“I get down for my grandfather who took my momma Made her sit that seat where white folks aint wanna us to eat At the tender age of 6 she was arrested for the sit in With that in my blood I was born to be different Now n___s can’t make it to ballots to choose leadership But we can make it to Jacob and to the dealership That’s why I hear new music And I jus dont be feelin it Racism still alive they jus be concealin it But I know they don’t want me in the d__n club They even made me show I.D to get inside of Sam’s club I did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed Swear I’ve been baptized at least 3 or 4 times But in the land where n___’s praise Yukons and getting paid It gonna take a lot more than coupons to get us saved Like it take a lot more than do-rags to get your waves Nothin sadder than that day my girl father past away So I promised to Mr. Rany I’m gonna marry your daughter And u know I gotta thank you for they way that she was brought up And I know that u were smiling when u see that car I bought her And you sent tears from heaven when u seen my car get balled up But I can’t complaint what the accident did to my left eye Cuz look what a accident did to Left Eye First Aaliyah and now romeo must die I know I got angels watchin me from the other side.”
“Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams I use it as my gas, so they say that I’m gassed But without it I’d be last, so I ought to laugh.”
“Man, man, man If my manager insults me again I will be assaulting him After I f__k the manager up then I’m gonna shorten the register up Let’s go back, back to the Gap Look at my check, wasn’t no scratch So if I stole, wasn’t my fault Yeah I stole, never got caught They take me to the back and pat me Askin’ me about some khakis But let some black people walk in I bet they show off their token blackie Oh now they love Kanye, let’s put him all in the front of the store Saw him on break next to the ‘No Smoking’ sign with a blunt and a Mall’ Takin’ my hits, writin’ my hits Writin’ my rhymes, playin’ my mind This f____n’ job can’t help him So I quit, y’all welcome Y’all don’t know my struggle Y’all can’t match my hustle You can’t catch my hustle You can’t fathom my love dude Lock yourself in a room doin’ five beats a day for three summers That’s a different world like Kree Summers I deserve to do these numbers The kid that made that deserves that Maybach So many records in my basement I’m just waitin’ on my spaceship, blaow”
“I was rollin’ around, in my mind it occurred What if God was a her? Would I treat her the same? Would I still be runnin’ game on her? In what type of ways would I want her? Would I want her for her mind or her heavenly body? Couldn’t be out gettin’ bogus with someone so godly If I was wit’ her would I still be wantin’ my ex? The lies, the greed, the weed, the sex Wouldn’t be ashamed to give her part of my check Wearin’ her cross, I mean the heart on my neck Her I would reflect on the streets of the Chi’ Ride wit’ her, ‘cause I know for me she’d die Through good and bad call on her like I’m chirpin’ her Couldn’t be jealous ‘cause other brothers worship her Walk this earth for her, glory, I’m grateful To be in her presence I try to stay faithful.”
We Major - Kanye West f/ Nas (Late Registration, 2005)
“I heard the beat and I ain’t know what to write First line, should it be about the hos or the ice? Four-four’s or black christ? Both flows would be nice Rap about big paper or the black man’s plight At the studio consol asked my man to the right What this verse sound like, should I freestyle or write? He said, Nas, what the fans want is Illmatic, Stillmatic Picked up the pad and pencil and jotted what I feel Been like 12 years since a n___a first signed Now I’m a free agent And I’m thinking it’s time To build my very own Motown Cuz rappers be deprived of executive 9 to 5s And it hurts to see these companies be stealing the life And I love to give my blood sweat and tears to the mic So y’all copped the LPs and y’all fiends got dealt I’m Jesse Jackson on the balcony where King got killed I survived the livest n____s around Lasting longer than more than half of you clowns Look, I used to cook before I had the game took Either way my change came like Sam Cooke.”
“When we talk about black maybe We talk about situations Of people of color and because you are that color You endure obstacles and opposition And not all the time from…from other nationalities Sometimes it come from your own kind Or maybe even your own mind You get judged..you get laughed at..you get looked at wrong You get sighted for not being strong The struggle of just being you The struggle of just being us..black maybe”
