Yo fuck you, Kanye, and foremost For making me do this shit Had to throw out the motherfucking room Cause they don't
(I'd to propose a toast) (I toast motherfucker)
And I am And ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them Raise glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky is the last call for alcohol, for the So get your ass up off the
The all the world Digital Underground, Pac The the red nosed reindeer of the Roc I take my chain, my 15 seconds of And come back next year with the whole fucking Ain't expect Kanye to end up on top They that College Dropout to drop and then flop Then he stop savin' all the good beats for himself Rocafella's niggas that help My money was thinner Sean Paul's goatee hair Now Jean Paul cologne fill the air, here They say he bourgie, he Won't you please stop about how my dick head is infectious, give me 10 seconds I'll have a buzz bigger than in Texas It's funny how nobody interested 'Til the night I almost myself in Lexus
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 for alcohol, for the So get your ass up off the
Now was Kanye the overlooked? Yes sir Now is the most overbooked? Yes sir Though the fans the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest But all they got left is this guy called 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 Banana Republic and Old Navy, and oooh It come out than old Sadie Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the awards he had with him, ass coulda won the horse awards And I was almost famous, now everybody loves I'm almost say he arrogant, can y'all blame him? It was straight embarrassing how y'all him Last year my demo, I was tryin' to shine motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme Now I let these dream killers kill my self-esteem Or use my arrogance as the to power my dreams I use it as my gas, so they say I'm gassed 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 can't dress no 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 my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom I play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards I prayed to the and I changed my stars I went to the malls and I too hard 'Oh my god, is that a card?' I turned around and replied, why yes but I prefer the African American Brains, power, and muscle, Dame, Puffy, and Russell Your boy back on his hustle, you know what I've up to Killin y'all on that lyrical shit Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push Miracle
And I am And ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky This is the last for alcohol, for my niggas So get your ass up off the