Yo fuck you, Kanye, first and For making me do this shit Had to throw out the motherfucking room they don't fucking
(I'd to propose a toast) (I toast motherfucker)
And I am And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I them Raise your glasses, your glasses, glasses to the sky is the last call for alcohol, for the So get ass up off the wall
The all the world Digital Underground, Pac The the red nosed reindeer of the Roc I take my chain, my 15 of fame And come back next year with the whole fucking nobody expect Kanye to end up on top They expected that College Dropout to drop and then Then maybe he stop savin' all the beats for himself only niggas that help My money was thinner than Sean goatee hair Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, They say he bourgie, he Won't you please stop talking about how my head is Flow infectious, me 10 seconds I'll a buzz bigger than insects in Texas It's how wasn't nobody interested 'Til the I almost killed myself in Lexus
And I am And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I them Raise your glasses, your glasses, glasses to the sky This is the last for alcohol, for the So get your ass up off the
Now was Kanye the most Yes sir Now is Kanye the most Yes sir Though the fans want the feeling of A Called Quest But all they got left is this guy West Better take Freeway, throw him on tracks Mos Def him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z I'm the Gap like Banana and Old Navy, and oooh It come out sweeter old Sadie Nice as Bun-B I met him at the Source awards he had with him, ass coulda won the horse awards And I was almost famous, now everybody loves I'm almost Some say he arrogant, can y'all blame It was straight embarrassing how y'all him Last shoppin my demo, I was tryin' to shine motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme Now I could let these dream killers kill my Or use my as the steam to power my dreams I use it as my gas, so they say that I'm But without it I'd be last, so I ought to So I listen to the suits behind the desk no more You niggas wear suits 'cause you dress no more You can't say to Kanye West no more I rocked 20,000 people, I was on tour, nigga I'm Kan, the Louis Don Bought my mom a purse, now she Vuitton Mom I ain't play the I was dealt, I changed my cards I prayed to the skies and I my stars I to the malls and I balled too hard 'Oh my god, is a black card?' I around and replied, why yes but I prefer the term American Express Brains, power, and muscle, Dame, Puffy, and Russell Your boy back on his hustle, you know I've been up to Killin y'all on that lyrical shit Mayonnaise colored Benz, I Miracle Whips
And I am And they ask me, ask me, they ask me, I tell them Raise your glasses, your glasses, glasses to the sky This is the last call for alcohol, for my So get your ass up off the