Yo fuck you, Kanye, and foremost For making me do this motherfucker Had to throw everybody out the room they don't fucking
(I'd to propose a toast) (I toast motherfucker)
And I am And they ask me, they ask me, ask me, I tell them Raise your glasses, glasses, your glasses to the sky This is the last for alcohol, for the So get your ass up off the
The all around the Digital Underground, Pac The Rudolph the red nosed of the Roc I take my chain, my 15 seconds of And come back year with the whole fucking game nobody expect Kanye to end up on top They expected that College Dropout to drop and then Then he stop savin' all the good beats for himself Rocafella's niggas that help My money was thinner than Sean goatee hair Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, say he bourgie, he big-headed Won't you stop talking about how my dick head is Flow infectious, me 10 seconds I'll a buzz bigger than insects in Texas It's funny how wasn't nobody 'Til the night I almost killed myself in
And I am And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I them Raise glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky This is the last for alcohol, for the So get your ass up off the
Now was the most overlooked? Yes sir Now is Kanye the overbooked? Yes sir Though the want the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest But all they got is this guy called West Better take Freeway, him on tracks with Mos Def Call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs Jay-Z I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and It come out than old Sadie Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source he had with him, ass coulda won the horse awards And I was famous, now everybody loves Kanye I'm Raymond' Some say he arrogant, can y'all him? It was straight embarrassing how y'all him Last year shoppin my demo, I was tryin' to motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme Now I could let these killers kill my self-esteem 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 to laugh So I don't listen to the behind the desk no more You niggas wear suits 'cause you dress no more You can't say shit to Kanye West no 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 hand I was dealt, I changed my I to the skies and I changed my stars I went to the malls and I balled too 'Oh my god, is that a card?' I turned around and replied, why yes but I prefer the African American Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Your boy back on his hustle, you what I've been up to y'all niggaz on that lyrical shit Mayonnaise colored Benz, I Miracle Whips
And I am And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell Raise your glasses, glasses, your glasses to the sky This is the last for alcohol, for my niggas So get ass up off the wall