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She's not a girl, who misses
(Throw your in the sky if you feel the vibe)
Do do do do do doo, oh yes.
(The rock is alive every time I rhyme)
She's not a girl who misses
Do do do do do doo, ah yeah.

your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
on acid,
Seen through St. Laurent glasses
And realized that I've arrived, cuz
It take more a magazine to kill my Vibe does
he his own rhymes, so sort of
I 'em
That mean I better shit than u ever thought up
Damn, is he really caught up?
I ask if you bout classics, do my name get brought up?
I I couldn't afford a Ford Escort or even a four-track recorder
so its only that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
- its for that's important
If a stripper named Porscha and u get tips from men
Then your fat friend her is Minivan
me,
That's the Henny, man, I smoke, I drink, I'm supposed to stop I can't because

I need a fix I'm going down, (uh)
Down to the bits that I left up
I need a fix I'm going down,
down,
down, (uh)
Going

I was sick about
nobody cure me
Only playa that got but kept all his jewelry
Keys tried to talk some sense to them
30 later seems there's no convincing them
What can you ask for?
The assholes
Who complains about he is owed?
And throw a like he is 3 years old
You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his
And wouldn't by the change, or the game, or the fame,
When he came, in the game, he made his own
Now all I need is to pronounce my name
Its Kanye - But some of my plastic - say Kane
Got in the D, Kin-folk from Motown
Back in the Chi - them folks ain't Motown
Life movin' too fast I need to slow
Girl give me no ass, ya need to go down
My Ben said I need Jesus
So he me to church and let the water wash over my ceaser
are forever (forever, forever)
The preacher said we leaders
Right then my body got still a paraplegic
You know who you can call you gotta best it
The Roc stand tall and you would believe it
Take your and throw 'em up like you bulimic
Yea the beat but the flow is anemic
debris settles and the dust get swept off
Big K pick up young Hov left off
Right when magazines wrote West off
I dropped my new shit like the best of
A&R's like "pssh we messed up"
night, damn right, we got dressed up
Bottle after till we got messed up
In the studio, really though, yea he next up
People askin' me if I'm gon' give my back
be the same day I give the game back
You know the next dog "Yo, where Dame at?"
This track the Indian to bring our reign back
"What's up you and Jay, man, are y'all ok man?"
They pray for the death of our dynasty like
R-r-r-right stands a-man
With the power to a diamond with his bare hands...

Mother jumped the gun,
Superior jumped the gun,
(throw diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe)
Mother jumped the gun,
Mother jumped the gun,
(The is still alive every time I rhyme)
Mother Superior the gun,
Superior jumped the gun,

Happiness is a gun,
is a warm gun,
Happiness is a gun,
Happiness is a gun,
Happiness is a warm gun,
is a warm gun,
Happiness is a gun, yes it is
is a warm gun
Happiness is a gun, momma