Verse ( West)
Hey eh I'm for running my mouth I not be accountable for what comes out uh I don't I might of said it I was kinda and light-headed My jacket kinda fresh, bright And as usual my tight threaded It seem like dress tight now And I want my credit Don't get it twisted or I am the king and not be-headed To the mall no soon brethren Being broke made my head So I need the or an Excedrin only get my engine revvin' While y'all on ten, I'm on I'mma the news, be on at seven fact, I'm on this very second I'm in and y'all in second And this only add to the freshness Call to the club, 'em add to the guest list What you think? Way bitches? I can be to big for my britches Y'all mutha fuckas who this is I'm gifted, Christmas... Christmas
(Lykke Li and Santogold)
I'm with pens And I got my Whatever comes, I'll it down So me out And shoot me With in hand We'll against the test of time
(Santogold)
You know my mind I said a thousand times I try to stay what I'm fighting for I you to your talk Never seen my kind And all so thick headed Follow and I I led it of me won't me quit Won't let me just not say So much to be bored with be still, I can't afford it Try to it in but it makes me sick So I spit it out, say the hell it I dream it and I it tall Make a way for it falls
(Lykke Li and Santogold)
I'm armed with And I got my Whatever comes, write it down So me out And me down With mics in We'll stand the test of time
I'm armed pens And I got my comes, I'll write it down So me out And shoot me With in hand We'll against the test of time