Futw

Just let me great 2x
Don't be good my...
Be great
After that government cheese
We eating steak
After the projects
Now we on estates
I from the bottom
I know y'all can relate
... up the world 2x
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Me and destiny got a date
Martin had a dream
Hov gotta team
My chain already heavy
Don't let me get a ring
Parades down Flatbush
Confetti on my fur
Turn right on Red Hook
... heavy on the curve
See most of my... died early twenties or late teens
I'm just trying to come from under the thumb of this regime
1% of a billion is more then... even seen
Still they wanna act like it's an everyday thing
Clean
[Hook]
... up this world 2x
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
High Yellow sky dweller and the rose gold
Legend of the summer in the Rose Bowl
Came thru Pasadena in the low low
Just to show respect to the...
Feel like a stranger in my own land
Got me feeling like Brody in Homeland
I just want my shot to show my genius
Standing on the top hold my...
America tried to emasculate the greats
Murder Malcolm
Gave Cassius the shakes
Wait, tell them rumble young man rumble
Try to dum your lights tell you be humble
You know I'm gon shine like a trillion watts
You know a... trill as Michael Jackson socks
Send a light to Compton and the hundred blocks
Lil...
Basking on top
[Hook]
... up this world 2x
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Sipping D'USSE boy this ain't your daddy yak
He in a Cadillac
Me I'm in the Maybach
This ain't grey sweat suits and white tube socks
This is black leather pants and a pair of stance
Socks is my synopsis is clear
Got... feeling like Oxford
I swear, Teacher teacher
I trying to unteach ya
All the... they taught y'all
They got you all in the bleachers
When you front row at the Knicks game
Those the Spike Lees
You front row every where you in the H.O.V.s
Jordan 1s and dungarees
And that's just the half of my warpath
Make a million another million let my... make a million
Till we all check a billion
... it's just the way I'm feeling
We have yet to see a ceiling
We just top what we top
Cause the bars don't struggle
And the struggle don't stop
[Hook]

Picasso Baby

I just want a Picasso, in my casa
No, my castle
I'm a hassa, no I'm a asshole
I'm never satisfied, can't knock my hustle
I wanna Rothko, no I wanna brothel
No, I want a wife that fuck me like a prostitute
Let's make love on a million, in a dirty hotel
With the fan on the ceiling, all for the love of drug dealing
Marble Floors, gold Ceilings
Oh what a feeling, fuck it I want a billion
Jeff Koons balloons, I just wanna blow up
Condos in my condos, I wanna row of
Christie's with my missy, live at the MoMA
Bacons and turkey bacons, smell the aroma
Oh what a feeling
Picasso Baby, Ca Picasso baby
Ca ca Picasso Baby, Ca ca Picasso baby
Oh what a feeling
Picasso Baby, Ca Picasso baby
Ca ca Picasso Baby, Ca ca Picasso baby
It ain't hard to tell
I'm the new Jean Michel
Surrounded by Warhols
My whole team ball
Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel
I just wanna live life colossal
Leonardo Da Vinci flows
Riccardo Tisci Givenchy clothes
See me throning at the Met
Vogueing on these niggas
Champagne on my breath, Yes
House like the Louvre or the Tate Modern
Because I be going ape at the auction
Oh what a feeling
Aw fuck it I want a trillion
Sleeping every night next to Mona Lisa
The modern day version
Yellow Basquiat in my kitchen corner
Go ahead lean on that shit Blue
You own it
Oh what a feeling
Picasso Baby, Ca Picasso baby
Ca ca Picasso Baby, Ca ca Picasso baby
Oh what a feeling
Picasso Baby, Ca Picasso baby
Ca ca Picasso Baby, Ca ca Picasso baby
"Et là je t'ai tout donné, montré, rien à cacher, tu es là Ivy, comme le nombre d'or.
Jay, comment tu dis nombre d'or?"
"The golden number."
"Touché."
I never stuck my cock in the fox's box but
Damned if I ain't open Pandora's box
They try to slander your man
On CNN and Fox
My Mirandas don't stand a chance, with cops
Even my old fans like old man just stop
I could if I would but I can't
I'm hot, and you blow
I'm still the man to watch, Hublot
On my left hand or not
Soon I step out the booth
The cameras pops niggas is cool with it
Till the canons pop
Now my hand on the Bible
On the stand got your man in a jam, again
Got my hands in cuff
I'm like god damn enough
I put down the cans and they ran amok
My hairpin pierce skin, ruptures spleens
Cracks ribs, go through cribs, and other things
No sympathy for the king, huh?
Niggas even talk about your baby crazy
Eventually the pendulum swings
Don't forget America this how you made me
Come through with the 'Ye mask on
Spray everything like SAMO
I won't scratch the Lambo
What's it gon take
For me to go
For you to see

Oceans (ft. Frank Ocean)

[Intro]
Blessings, blessings yeah
[Hook: Frank Ocean]
I see
Elephant tusk on the boar of a sailing lady
Docked on the Ivory Coast
Mercedes in a row winding down the road
I hope my black skin don't dirt this white tuxedo
Before the Basquait show and if so
Well... it
...it
Because this water drown my family
This water mixed my blood, this water tells my story
This water knows it all
Go ahead and spill some champagne
In the water
Go ahead and watch the sun blaze
On the waves
Of the ocean
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
...boy still smelling like...
White boat, white robe
Can he be more cleaner
The oil spill that BP ain't clean up
I'm anti Santa Maria
Only Christopher we acknowledge
Is Wallace, I don't even like Washingtons in my pocket
Black card go hard when I'm shopping
Boat dock in front of Hermes picking cotton
Sink and fleeces
Lay on my...
Oh my... I hope y'all don't get sea sick
See me in... you never saw
If it wasn't for these pictures
They wouldn't see me at all
Aww whole world in awe
I crash through glass ceilings
I break through closed doors
I'm on the ocean
I'm in heaven
Yachting
Ocean 11
[Hook: Frank Ocean]
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Me and Ty Ty is like Pablo and Popeye
Winding dirt roads on mopeds spilling opus
Welcome to the magnum opus
The Magna Carta
The best-selling author Decoded
On the holiday playing Strange Fruit
If I'mma make it to a billi I can't take the same route
Swoosh
Now that's the sound of the border
Swoosh
Now that's the sound of a baller
...Hovi my back against the rope, the black Maybach
I'm back inside the boat
Shepard Fairey they finally gave me some hope
Can't believe they got a... to vote
Democrat, nope
I sold...
In trouble water I had to learn how to float
On the ocean
I'm in heaven
Yachting
Ocean 11

Heaven

Have you ever?
Have you ever?
Have you ever?
Have you ever been to heaven?
Have you ever seen the gates?
Have you bowed unto your highness?
And do you know how heaven taste?
Knock me down
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, this is God body
Knowledge, wisdom, freedom, understanding, we just want our equality
Food, clothing, shelter, help a nigga find some peace
Happiness for a gangsta, ain't no love in these streets
Conspiracy theorist screaming Illuminati
They can't believe this much skill is in the human body
He's 6'2, how the fuck he fit in a new Bugatti?
Aw fuck it you got me
Question religion, question it all
Question existence until them questions are solved
Meanwhile this heretic I be out in Marrakesh
Morocco smoking hashish with my fellowship
Y'all dwell on devil shit, I'm in a Diablo
Yellow shit, color of Jell-O shit
Hello bitch, it's me again
Fresh in my Easter clothes feeling like Jesus and
Have you ever been to heaven?
Have you ever seen the gates?
Have you bowed unto your highness?
And do you know how heaven taste?
Knock me down
Have you ever been to heaven?
Have you ever seen the gates?
Have you bowed unto your highness?
And do you know how heaven taste?
Knock me down
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Getting ghost in the Ghost
Can you see me? Can you see me?
Have mercy on a Judas, angel wings on a 'ghini
I'm secular, tell the hecklers seckle down
Y'all religion creates division
Like my Maybach partition, and
God is my chauffeur
Boy they love Hova
From the south side of Chi
To Brooklyn where I growed up
I confess, God in the flesh
Live among the serpents
Turn arenas into churches
I'm like Michael, recycle, these are not 16's
These are s from the Bible
Tell that preacher he's a preacher
I'm a motherfucking prophet, smoke a tree of knowledge
Drink from a gold chalice, you gotta love it
I arrive at the pearly gates, I had luggage
Meaning I had baggage
Niggas asking me questions, I don't answer to these busters
Only God could judge us, motherfuckers, uh
Have you ever been to heaven?
Have you ever seen the gates?
Have you bowed unto your highness?
And do you know how heaven taste?
Heaven or Hell
The cards we been dealt
Are the cards that we play
Play, play
Die for what you believe,
Only one god recedes
When the shots spray
Spray, spray
Knock me down
Have you ever been to heaven?
Have you ever seen the gates?
Have you bowed unto your highness?
And do you know how heaven taste?

Crown

They can't keep a good man down
Always keep a smile when they want me to frowns
Keep the vibes and they stood my grounds
They will never ever take my crown
Who Jah bless I say no man curse
Things gettin' better when they thought it would be worse
Here comes the officers askin' for a search
They found no weapon just only a draw of herbs
One, two
One, two
Bounce
Yeah
You in the presence of a king
Scratch that, you in the presence of a God
Put in the belly of the beast
I escaped, a nigga never had a job
Scott Boras, you over baby
Robinson Cano, you coming with me
These niggas like rotary phones
It's a new day, hit up KD
Niggas always try to knock a nigga down
Knock me to my knees about a million times
Uncle said I'll never sell a million records
I sold a million records like a million times
These niggas shouldn't let me in
I ball so hard on ESPN
See my name come across on CNN
'Bout 6 minutes, you gonna see it again
'Bout 6 minutes, you gonna see me again
Shit on me
These niggas tried to shit on me
I was left for dead
They tried to wipe me out of they history
Shit on me
These niggas tried to shit on me
I was left for dead
They tried to wipe me out of they history
Fear is your only God
Get y'all to fear me is my only job (hehe)
Bulletproof glass, glass roof like the Pope
Bulletproof love, niggas down since the yolk
Bitch asked if I was God
Fuck I'm supposed to say no?
You already seen me turn a man to a G.O.A.T.
You already know what I could do with the coke
Dropped it in the water, made it disappear
I made it reappear, I had that bitch on a rope
I make my roof get ghost
Bottom grill, I make my tooth get gold
All the shit I did, I wasn't supposed to live
Hallelujah Hov
Wasn't for the 'caine wouldn't be able
Wasn't for the bread, probably be dead
Best friends become ya enemies
Niggas' knives are double-edged
Shit on me
These niggas tried to shit on me
I was left for dead
They tried to wipe me out of they history
Shit on me
These niggas tried to shit on me
I was left for dead

B.b.c.

億万長者少年クラブ
My motherfucker is a billionaire motherfucker!
You heard that shit
I said my motherfucker is a billionaire
Motherfucker
Let's work
D boy drug dealer look
Billionaire
From the coca leafs to the farmers
To the polo fleece to the bombers
R.I.P. to Gianni
Now we on our way
D boy drug dealer look
Billionaire
Bally shoes, Gucci sneakers
Unlaced Adidas
Top of the world like pyramids in Giza
Fila sweats, 88 I rocked a mock neck
Carried a nine in my projects
Bucket hat EPMD cassettes
Now I'm smoking loud in Ibiza
Mix the D'USSE with the reefer
My whole life is leisure
Gangsta lean like the Pisa
Eiffel Tower, Hermes towel
The Feds is perched like an owl
Real niggas all feel the hook
Let's work
D boy drug dealer look
Billionaire
From the coca leafs to the farmers
To the polo fleece to the bombers
R.I.P. to Gianni
Now we on our way
D boy drug dealer look
Billionaire
What you know about going out, head west
Maybach, 3 TV's all up in the headrest
Mase niggas at Madison Square Garden
20 million sold and we still catching charges
Rope chains, Rakim and Eric B
Bought my sidekicks Suzuki Jeeps and Cherokees
Hoop earrings, coupes with the rear cameras
Put that bitch in a cherry M3
I'm not your average dope dealer
Silver Toyotas four runners and four wheelers
Me and Teflon Q45 infinite
Windows tinted, white girl all in it
Britney, bitch
MCM seats buck 50 stitch
Versace plates got the Basquiat
Collab from Versace's place
Cuban link 5 kilo
Your life is illegal when your chain can get the RICO
Real niggas all feel the hook
Let's work
D boy drug dealer look
Billionaire
From the coca leafs to the farmers
To the polo fleece to the bombers
R.I.P. to Gianni
Now we on our way
D boy drug dealer look
Billionaire
자기 신발 끝내주는데
자기 돈 좀 많나봐
자기 스타일 진짜 멋있다

Jay-z

Only nigga to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin...
begin... begin
This is anti-autotune, death of the ringtone
This ain't for Itunes, this ain't for sing-alongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain't politically correct
This might offend my political connects
My raps don't have melodies
This shit make niggas wanna go 'n commit felonies
Ah, get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn
I know we facin' a recession
But the music yall makin' gon' make it the great depression
Ah, or your lack of aggression
Pull your skirt back down, grow a set men
Ah, ah. nigga this shit violent
This is death of autotune, ah moment of silence
la da da da... hey hey hey goodbye
Only nigga to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin...
begin... begin
Holdup, this ain't a number 1 record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made this just for Flex an Mister Cee,
I want niggas to feel threatened
Stop your blood clot crying
The kid the dog everybody dying
No lyin', your niggas' jeans too tight
Your colors too bright, your voice too light
I might wear black four years straight,
I might bring back Versace shades,
This ain't for Z100
Ye told me to kill yall to keep it 100
This is for Hot 9-7
The shit for clue for Khaled, for we the best n'
Nigga this shit violent
This is death of autotune, moment of silence...
la da da da... hey hey hey goodbye
Only nigga to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin...
begin... begin
Holdup, this shit need a verse from Jeezy... ay!
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Give this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it
Get me Pharrel to style on this
I just don't need nobody to smile on this
Yall niggas singin' too much,
Get back to rap you T-Pain'n too much
Ah, I'm a multi-millionaire
So how is it I'm still the hardest nigga here?
I don't be in the project hallway
Talkin' bout how I be in the project all day
That sounds stupid to me,
If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me
Nigga, just get violent
This is death of autotune, moment of silence
la da da da... hey hey hey goodbye
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin...

Tom Ford

Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass
Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass
Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass
Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass
Tom Ford, Tom Ford, Tom Ford
Coming up, coming down
Riding clean fix your hair in my Crown
Bad bitch, H town
Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around
Paris where we been, pard' my Parisian
It's Hov time in no time, it's fuck all y'all season
Piss Bordeaux and Burgundies, flush out a Riesling
When Hov's out, them hoes out, y'all put y'all weaves in
Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass
Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass
Spent all my euros on tuxes and weird clothes
I party with weirdoes, yeah Hov, yeah Hov
I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford
International bring back the Concorde
Numbers don't lie, check the scoreboard
Tom Ford, Tom Ford, Tom Ford
Hands down got the best flow, sound I'm so special
Sound boy burial, this my Wayne Perry flow
Y'all know nothing about Wayne Perry though
District of Columbia, guns on y'all Tumblrs
Fuck hashtags and retweets, nigga
140 characters in these streets, nigga
Pardon my laughing, y'all only flagging on beats, nigga
Pardon my laughing, I happen to think you sweet
I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford
International bring back the Concorde
Numbers don't lie, check the scoreboard
Tom Ford, Tom Ford, Tom Ford, Tom Ford
Oh, man, homie
So throwed
Coming up, coming down
Riding clean fix your hair in my Crown
Bad bitch, H town
Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around
Coming up, coming down
Riding clean fix your hair in my Crown
Bad bitch, H town
Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around
Hold up

Oceans

Blessings, blessings, yeah
I see
Elephant tusk on the boar of a boar of a sailing lady
Docked on the Ivory Coast
Mercedes in a row
Winding down the road
I hope my black skin don’t dirt this white tuxedo
Before the Basquiat show
And if so, and if so, f*ck it, f*ck it
Because this water drown my family
This water mixed my blood
This water tells my story
This water knows it all
Go ahead and spill some champagne
In the water
Go ahead and watch the sun blaze
On the waves of the ocean
… boy still smelling like …
White boat, white robe
Can he be more cleaner?
The oil spill that BP ain’t clean up
I’m anti Santa Maria
Only Christopher we acknowledge
Is Wallace?
I don’t even like Washingtons in my pocket
Black card go hard when I’m shopping
Boat dock in front of Hermes picking cotton
Sink and fleeces
Lay on my …
Oh my …
I hope y’all don’t get sea sick
See me in … you never saw
If it wasn’t for these pictures
They wouldn’t see me at all
Aww the whole world in awe
I crash through glass ceilings
I break through closed doors
I’m on the ocean
I’m in heaven
Yachting
Ocean 11
[Chorus]
Me and Ty Ty is like Pablo and Popeye
Winding dirt roads on mopeds and spilling opus
Welcome to the magnum opus
The Magna Carta
The best selling author decoded
Oh the holiday playing strange fruit
If I’m a make it to a billi, I can’t take the same route
Swoosh
Now that’s the sound of a baller
… Hovi my back against the rope, the Black Maybach
I’m back inside the boat
Shepard Fairey they finally gave me some hope
Can’t believe they got a … to vote
Democrat? Nope.
I sold…
In trouble water I had to learn how to float
On the ocean
I’m in heaven
Yachting

Open Letter

[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Goddamnit
Let this shit knock
[Verse 1]
I done turned Havana to Atlanta
Guayabera shirts and bandanas
Every time you think they got me I switch the planna
Bulletproof this, radio scanners
Ballin' 'til they ban us
You gettin' too much bread, they tryna' jam you
Boy from the hood but got White House clearance
Sorry y'all, I don't agree with y'all appearance
Politicians never did shit for me
Except lie to me, distort history
Wanna give me jail time and a fine
Fine, let me commit a real crime
I might buy a kilo for Chief Keef
Out of spite, I just might flood these streets
Hear the freedom in my speech
Got an onion from Universal, read it and weep
Would've bought the Nets to Brooklyn for free
Except I made millions off it, you fuckin' dweeb
I still own the building, I'm still keeping my seat
Y'all buy that bullshit, you'd better keep your receipt
Obama said chill, you gonna get me impeached
But you don't need this shit anyway
Chill with me on the beach
[Hook - Swizz Beatz]
Y'all gon' learn today
[Verse 2]
Ya'll almost want to start a revolution
You know whenever I'm threatened, I start shooting, bark
Catch a body, head to Houston
I'm in Cuba, I love Cubans
This communist talk is so confusing
When it's from China, the very mic that I'm using
Idiot wind, the Bob Dylan of rap music
You're an idiot baby, you should become a student
Oh, you gonna learn today
Where the fuck have you been
The world's under new management
The new role model, fuck this Zoolander shit

Versus

Hey sucka nigga
Wherever you are
I thought about you, fool
While I was driving my car
I wonder if you fools
Realize how far
You are
You're no where in my rear mirror
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Your last shit ain't better
Than my first shit
Your best shit
Ain't better than my worst shit
The truth in my s
Your metaphors
About what your net worth is

Somewhere in America

Shout out to old Jews and old rules
New blacks with new stacks
I already been the king
Retro act, I'm just bringing it back
Like Jordan Packs
New money, they looking down on me
Blue bloods they trying to clown on me
You can turn up your nose high society
Never gone turn down the homie
Knock knock I'm at your neighbor house
Straight cash I bought ya neighbor out
You should come to the housewarming
Come and see what your new neighbor 'bout
Yellow Lambo in the driveway
A buck 35 on the highway
Frank Sinatra on my Sonos
Loud as fuck I did it my way
A million sold before the album dropped
White Lexus before I had a deal
Ask Bun B about me
This ain't no snap back, a nigga's been trill
By the way, fuck your math
You ain't gotta count it my nigga I can add
1 million, 2 million, 3 million, 20 million
Oh, I'm so good at math
Might crash ya Internet
And I ain't even into that
When I was talking Instagram
Last thing you wanted was your picture snapped
Feds still lurking
They see I'm still putting work in
Cause somewhere in America
Miley Cyrus is still twerkin'
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Twerk, Miley, Miley, twerk
Twerk,
Twerk, Miley, Miley, Miley, twerk
Twerk, yeah, ugh-huh
Twerk, Miley, Miley, Miley

Umbrella

[Jay-Z]
Ahuh Ahuh (Yea Rihanna)
Ahuh Ahuh (Good girl gone bad)
Ahuh Ahuh (Take three... Action)
Ahuh Ahuh
No clouds in my storms
Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank
Coming down with the Dow Jones
When the clouds come we gone, we Rocafella
She fly higher than weather
And G5's are better, You know me
An anticipation, for precipitation. Stacked chips for the rainy day
Jay, Rain Man is back with little Ms. Sunshine
Rihanna where you at?
[Rihanna]
You have my heart
And we'll never be worlds apart
May be in magazines
But you'll still be my star
Baby cause in the dark
You can't see shiny cars
And that's when you need me there
With you I'll always share
Because
[Chorus]
When there's sunshine, we'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be a friend
Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)
These fancy things, will never come in between
You're part of my entity, here for Infinity
When the war has took it's part
When the world has dealt it's cards
If the hand is hard, together we'll mend your heart
Because
[Chorus]
When there's sunshine, we'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be a friend
Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)
You can run into my arms
It's okay don't be alarmed
Come into me
There's no distance in between our love
So go on and let the rain pour
I'll be all you need and more
Because
[Chorus]
When there's sunshine, we'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be a friend
Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)
It's raining
Ooh baby it's raining
Baby come into me
Come into me
It's raining

Fuckwithmeyouknowigotit

Little over a year ago I was in bondage
And now I'm back out here reaping the blessings
And getting the benefits that go along with it
Everything that's out here for kings like us
The reason why we like this this jewelry and this diamonds and stuff
They don't understand is because we really from Africa
And that's where all this stuff come from
And we originated from kings, you know what I'm saying
So don't look down on the youngsters
Because they wanna have shiny things
It's in our genes, know what I'm saying
We just don't all know our history so...
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me, you know I got it
I just landed in Europe, nigga
Shopping bags, I'm a tourist, nigga
Money talk I speak fluent, nigga
Reeboks on, I just do it, nigga
Look at me, I'm pure nigga
I bet the hoes on my tour, nigga
I don't bop, I do the money dance
My bitch whip cost a hundred grand
Red vert, you see me slide
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Sexy bitch I know she 'bout it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me, you know I got it
Hov just landed in Rome, nigga
All hail, Caesar's home, niggas
Cent'anni, ciao bella
Come money dance with the good fellas
Hov keep gettin' that dinero, got it
Even if a nigga gotta Robert, get it?
Black Jack in a casino
A nigga got unlimited credit
A nigga got a lot of vendettas
But we the Black mob, we gonna set it
Peel off in a Lamborghini Countach
200 in the dash we gonna rev it (skirt)
Lucky Luciano is what they call me, paesano
A 100 keys at the piano plays across the Verrazano
El Padrino, in the villa in Venice sipping vino
Not bad for a mulignano, y'all know like we know, I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me, you know I got it
I'm riding big coming down that beach
Geechy niggas with satin sheets
Bad bitch, she a masterpiece

Young Gifted And Black

I'm America's worst nightmare
I'm young, black, and holding my nuts like, yeah
While ya'll was at the pub, havin' a light beer
I was at the club, havin' a fight there
Ya'll can go home, husband and wife there
My momma at work tryin' to buy me the right gear
Nine years old uncle lost his life here
I grew up thinkin' life ain't fair
How can I get a real job, China white right there
Right in front of my sight like here, yeah
There's ya ticket out the ghetto take flight right here
Tell on me you go bye-bye here, damn
There's a different set of rules we abide by here
You need a gun, niggas might drive by here
Ya'll havin' fun, racin' all ya hot-rods there
Downloadin' all our music on ya iPods there
I'm Chuck-D, standin' in the crosshairs here
Ya'll straight, chicks got horse hair here
Ya'll ain't gotta be in fear of ya'll bosses there
You lose your job, your pop rich, ya'll don't care
So I don't care, ya'll acting like ya'll don't hear
All the screams from the ghetto
Or the teens ducking metal here
So they steam like a kettle here
Trying to take they mind to a whole different level here
Yeah, we real close to devil here
Got to be a better way somebody call a reverend here
Yeah, have mercy really be in heaven here
Somebody tell God that we got a couple of questions here
My little cousin never got to see his seventh year

Don't Kill the Whale

You're firstI'm last
You're thirstI'm asked to justify
Killing our last heaven beast
Don't hunt the whale
In beautyVision
Do we Offer much
lf we reason with destiny, gonna lose our touch
Don't kill the whale
Rejoice They sing
They worship their own space
In a moment of love, they will die for their grace
Don't kill the whale
lf time will allow
We will judge all who came
In the wake of our new age to stand for the f rail

Everydays

Look at the sad goodbyes
Everyday's a killing time
Sun coming up outside
No men are born this time
Saturday's child stays home
Nothing to say so long
Well, well, well
Another day
Well, well, well
Another day
Grocery store, ten bucks
Just making change for plastic cherries
Up in a tree, jaybird
Laughing at me, no word
Everyone looks, you can't see
We can't be ignored easily
Well, well, well
Another day
Well, well, well
Another day
Soft within the wayward things
Like ecstasy
The sound of trees
Most anything
What a baby sees
Beautiful face, alright
Many a place, out of sight
Old woman there with red shoes
One million balloons, all used
Drive over hills, forget your fear
Getting it out of second gear
Well, well, well
Another day
Well, well, well
Another day
Well, well, well
Another day
Well, well, well

Cinema

(instrumental)

Machine Messiah

Run down a street where the glass shows
That summer has gone
Age, in the doorways
Resenting the pace of the dawn
All of them standing in line
All of them waiting for time
From time, the great healer
The Machine Messiah is born
Cables that carry the life
To the cities we build
Threads that link diamonds of life
To the satanic mills
Aah, to see in every way
That we feel it every
Day and know that
Maybe we'll change
Offered the chance
To finally unlearn our lessons
And alter our stance
Friends make their way
Into systems of chance
(Friends make their way of escape)
(Into systems of chance)
Escape to freedom, I need to be there
Waiting and watching, the tables are turning
I'm waiting and watching
I need to be there
I care to see them walk away
And to be there when they say
They will return
Machine, Machine Messiah
The mindless search for a higher
Controller, take me to the fire
And hold me, show me the strength
Of your singular eye
History dictating symptoms
Of ruling romance
Claws at the shores of the water
Upon which we dance
All of us standing in line
All of us waiting for time
To feel it all the way
And to be there when they
Say they know that
Maybe we'll change
Offered the chance
To finally unlearn our lessons
And alter our stance
Machine, Machine Messiah
Take me into the fire
Hold me, Machine Messiah
And show me the strength

On the Silent Wings of Freedom

(Jon Anderson/Chris Squire)
On the silent wings of freedom
Where I ofer myself midst the balancing of the sun
On the winds of celestial seasons
That would carry me on, midst the balance of being one
On the dream of our love eternal
That will eventually bring our living once more with you
Where we are coming from
Or where we go
We only know e come with sound
Where we are coming from
Or where we go
We only know we go around and around
On the back of your forty-second screamdown
Do you choose to be lost midst the challenge of being one
On the flight of regardless feelings
As you hurtle to fear midst the challenge of everyone
On the darkest night so painful
Do you hunger for love midst the torture of being one
On the passing light of easing
Have you seen you inside midst the being of everyone
To the common goal of freedom
Where we offer ourselves midst the balancing of the sun
Where we are coming froom
Or where we go
We only know we come with sound
Where we are coming from
Or where we go
We only know we go around and around
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Eric Wincentsen
267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu
Glendale Community College,
Glendale, Arizona
"Why can I do this? Because we got the bombs. Two words: Nuclear f#$king
weapons!"
-Dennis Leary, "Asshole"

Long Distance Runaround

(Jon Anderson)
Long distance runaround
Long time waiting to feel the sound
I still remember the dream there
I still remember the time you said goodbye
Did we really tell lies
Letting in the sunshine
Did we really count to one hundrer
Cold summer listening
Hot colour melting the anger to stone
I still remember the dream there
I still remember the time you said goodbye
Did we really tell lies
Did we really count to one hundred
(REPEAT VERSES)

Clear Days

(Anderson)
I once knew a sweet young girl;
Her body was her world of love,
Her laughter was as happiness is.
Of all the times I treasure this.
And on a day we will remember,
On a clear day we will love forever.
I once knew a sweet young dream,
That if life itself were all we had
And who are we to ask for more;
Let's not decide, let's be sure.
And on a day we will remember,
On a clear day we'll all be together,

Release, Release

Have you heard before
Hit it out, don't look back
Rock is the medium of our generation
Stand for every right
Kick it out, hear you shout
For the right of all of creation
We've heard before
But we just don't seem to move
The pressure's on
Is there lack of concentration?
Power defy our needs
Lift us up, show us now
Show us how amid the rack of confusion
Drive in thoughts of high
Satisfy in a plan
Set it out for all to understand it
We've heard before
But we just don't seem to move
The pressure's on
Is there lack of concentration? We are
Lost and wondering, maybe, how it is
Seems to me, it's as simple as this
No matter, where you go, you're going to find
You won't see me in front
But you can't leave me behind
Power at first to the needs
Of each others days
Simple to lose in the void sounds
Of anarchy's calling ways
All unaccounted for
In the craziness of power
In the craziness
Release all, release all
Or abandon your hope for your brother
Release all, release all
Or abandon your hope for your sister
Release, release, enough controllers
Show some signs of appreciated loyalties
Release, release, enough controllers
Show some signs of appreciated loyalties
You're gonna, gonna
Gonna, gonna get it right
Straight jacket, freedom's march
Is it all, far beyond
Our reason of understanding
Campaign everything
Anti-right, anti-left
Anticipate the love of creation
Stand for every right
Kick it out, hear you shout
Further the right, further the right
Further the right, of all of creation
Power at first to the needs
Of each others days
Simple to lose in the void sounds
Of anarchy's calling ways
All unaccounted for
In the craziness of power
In the craziness
Release all, release all
Or abandon your hope for your brother
Release all, release all
Or abandon your hope for your sister
Release, release, release
Release, release, release
Release, release, release

Rejoice

(Jon Anderson)
Rejoice forward out this feeling
Ten true summers long
We go round and round and round and round
Until we pick it up again
Time flies, on and on it goes
Thru the setting sun
Carry round and round and round and round
Until it comes to carry you home
Rejoice forward out this feeling
The white eagle soars
He goes round and round and round
Until the early winds of change
Dawn's new light conquering timeless ease
Spread the harvest breeze
Let our hour of passion
Gently hold our heads on high with you
Gently hold our heads on high

Onward