GORGEOUS

[VERSE 1 – kanye west]

Penitentiary chances, the devil dances

And eventually answers to the call of autumn

All them fallin' for the love of ballin'

Got caught with thirty rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin

Inter-century anthems based off inner-city tantrums

Based off the way we was branded

Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon

And at the airport, they check all through my bag

And tell me that it's random

But we stay winning

This week has been a bad massage, I need a happy ending

And a new beginning and a new fitted

And some job opportunities that's lucrative

This the real world, homie, school finished

They done stole your dreams, you don't know who did it

I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS

I won't be satisfied 'til all my n*ggas get it, get it?

[VERSE 2 – kanye west]

Is hip-hop just a euphemism for a new religion?

The soul music of the slaves that the youth is missing

But this is more than just my road to redemption

Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention

As long as I'm in Polo smiling, they think they got me

But they'd try to crack me if they ever see a Black me

I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me

If a n*gga ain't shootin' a jumpshot, runnin' a track meet

But this pimp is at the top of Mount Olympus

Ready for the world's games, this is my Olympics

We make 'em say ho 'cause the game is so pimpish

Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick

I insisted to get up off of this dick

And these drugs, niggas can't resist it

Remind me when they tried to have Ali enlisted

If I ever wasn't the greatest, n*gga, I must have missed it

[VERSE 3 – kanye west]

I need more drinks and less lights

And that American Apparel girl in just tights

She told the director she tryna get in a school

He said, "Take them glasses off and get in the pool"

It's been a while since I watched the tube

'Cause like a Crip set, I got way too many blues for any more bad news

I was looking at my resume, feeling real fresh today

They rewrite history, I don't believe in yesterday

And what's a Black Beatle anyway, a fuckin' roach?

I guess that's why they got me sitting in fuckin' coach

My guy said I need a different approach/p>

'Cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffin' coke

It's not funny anymore, try different jokes

Tell 'em hug and kiss my ass, X and O

And kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it

Play strings for the dramatic ending of that wack shit

Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes

I ain't got it, I'm coming after whoever who has it

I'm coming after whoever, who has it?

You blowin' up, that's good, fantastic

That, y'all, it's like that, y'all

I don't really give a fuck about it at all

'Cause the same people that tried to blackball me

Forgot about two things, my Black balls

[VERSE 4 – raekwon]

Ayy, yo

I done copped Timbs, lived in lenses, kid

Armani suits, fresh fruits, Bally boots, and Benzes

Counting up, smoking, one cuff

Live as a red Jag', a Louis bag, grabbin' a blunt, fuck it

Steam about a hundred and one L's

Kites off to jails, buyin' sweats, running up in Stetson

N*gga hat game was special

It matched every black pair of Nikes, throwing dice for decimals

The older head, bolder head, would train a soldier head

Make sure he right in the field, not a soldier dead

That meant code red, bent off the black skunk

The black Dutch, back of the old shed

If you can't live, you dying, you give or buy in

Keep it real or keep it moving, keep grinding

Keep shining, to every young man, this is a plan

Learn from others like your brothers Rae and Kanye