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

Close your and imagine, feel the magic
on acid,
Seen through Yves St. glasses
And I've realized I've arrived, cuz
It take than a magazine to kill my Vibe does
he his own rhymes, so sort of
I 'em
mean I forgot better shit than u ever thought up
Damn, is he that caught up?
I ask if you talkin' bout classics, do my get brought up?
I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort or a four-track recorder
so its right 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 many men
Then your fat friend her nickname is
me,
That's just the Henny, man, I smoke, I drink, I'm to stop I can't because

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

I was sick awards
Couldn't nobody me
Only playa that got robbed but all his jewelry
Keys tried to talk some sense to them
30 minutes later seems there's no them
What more can you ask
The international
Who complains about he is owed?
And throw a tantrum he is 3 years old
You love it though somebody still speaks from his soul
And change by the change, or the game, or the fame,
he came, in the game, he made his own lane
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 to slow down
Girl ain't give me no ass, ya need to go
My father Ben said I need
So he me to church and let the water wash over my ceaser
are forever (forever, forever)
The said we need leaders
Right then my body got still a paraplegic
You know who you can call you best believe it
The Roc tall and you would never believe it
your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimic
Yea the cold but the flow is anemic
debris settles and the dust get swept off
Big K pick up where young Hov off
Right when magazines wrote West off
I my new shit sound like the best of
A&R's lookin' like "pssh we up"
Grammy night, right, we got dressed up
Bottle after bottle we got messed up
In the studio, really though, yea he next up
People askin' me if I'm give my chain back
That'll be the day I give the game back
You know the question dog "Yo, where Dame at?"
track the Indian dance to bring our reign back
"What's up you and Jay, man, are y'all ok man?"
pray for the death of our dynasty like Amen
R-r-r-right stands a-man
the power to make a diamond with his bare hands...

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

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