Verse ( West)
Hey eh I'm known for my mouth I will not be accountable for what out uh I don't know I might of it I was kinda gone and My jacket fresh, bright red-ed And as usual my tight threaded It like everybody dress tight now And I just want my get it twisted or dreaded I am the and will not be-headed To the mall no soon brethren broke made my head hurt So I need the bread or an That'll only get my revvin' y'all on ten, I'm on eleven I'mma make the news, be on at Matter fact, I'm on very second I'm in first and in second And this only add to the freshness Call to the club, tell 'em add to the guest you think? Way more bitches? I can be to big for my britches Y'all mutha fuckas know who is I'm gifted, Christmas... Christmas
(Lykke Li and Santogold)
I'm with pens And I got my Whatever comes, I'll write it So me out And me down With in hand We'll stand the test of time
(Santogold)
You don't know my Like I said a thousand I try to stay what I'm fighting for I you to your talk Never seen my before And you're all so thick Follow and I I led it Part of me won't me let me just not say shit So much there to be bored Can't be still, I can't it Try to hold it in but it me sick So I spit it out, say the hell it I dream it and I build it Make a way for it falls
(Lykke Li and Santogold)
I'm armed pens And I got my comes, I'll write it down So me out And me down With in hand We'll against the test of time
I'm armed with And I got my Whatever comes, I'll write it So me out And shoot me With mics in stand against the test of time