[Refrain: Charlie Wilson]
Lord, Lord, Lord!
[Verse 1: Mos Def]
The power of observation,
Marvels and frights, and strange delights,
Attributes, properties, disciplines and novelties,
Ecstatic patterns in the calendar design,
Wilderness tours, guided by and for the blind,
Cool ruler standing, still sweating through the shades,
He knew those lights only grew bright to fade.
Dead wrong pageantry, lottery and games,
Sleight of hand provided by extravagant and fake,
The carnival tilt bell the hustle for the age,
They clutch what they covet, what must they give away?
Who was uninvited who was asked to come and stay?
Surprise, it's your life, it's your business anyway,
So please, pardon these and such curious minds.
Peace, safe passage, precious time hither and gone.
The day of days, Yawm al-Qiyāmah,
This tiny stone illuminated by a star,
The only star so large, many more
To make our largest star show small,
Furthermore, the end is not the end no stop but a pause,
And what we can witness isn't all there is at all.
Custom mock of a scotch and pork chops,
The passion, expansion, the order of the random,
See the dreamers, see the sleepers,
Why'd you wake them?
Sweet Jesus and life on Earth,
Seek heaven first,
Let's put in this work.
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Her heels set the mood,
Where did you acquire those Alaïa's?
When I met you I heard Jesus, bells, strings, and the choir.
I got lines that's better than niggas' albums, plural,
The king of the urban make your shit sound rural,
She said I hit it so deep she need a epidural,
Them other niggas have you lookin' like a squirrel,
Now that nuts. I only hang with white boys that like black sluts.
Tell them Plain Pat, “Yo, that track sucks!”
We ain't dissin' you
But you in the position to play something for us to listen to,
I'm tryna worry about my scratch minus the crabs,
I ain't stoppin' for you niggas like yellow cabs.
I got scripts so why we need a movie?
And if I'm a douche, then put me in your coochie,
I swear they should have never gave these niggas loose leaf,
And excuse me if I'm trapped by the boobies, booby trapped.
[Verse 3: Swizz Beatz]
All white Bentley, I call that mama,
My life crazy, like Obama's.
You talk slick? Well, I'm Osama
Bin Laden, I'm what's happenin' I get it crackin'.
All black Carbon on my wrist, yeah!
It's gonna take you a couple years to get this here,
Thank AP, well, they thank me,
And I be mad too if you ain't me.
Call me Mr. Dean or Mr. Bars,
See me ridin' clean in a Rolls Royce,
Niggas talkin' funny, that's old money,
Niggas lookin' crazy but they talkin' funny.
Nowadays rappers, they like bloggers,
You see me, I'm a bank hogger
Comin' through your hood in a Brinks truck
With 25's on it like, what the fuck?!
100 feet and better, what the fuck use stick?!
Paparazzi on the water, what the fuck use stick?!
My face got the «Fuck you, pricks!”
My beats go hard like fuck you dicks!
Pourin' champagne damn thing,
See me rockin' suede, nigga, in the damn rain,
Ain't a damn thing, money ain't a damn thing,
Ask Yeezy and Mos, we do the goddamn thing.
[Verse 4: Raekwon]
Ayo, open glass on my fingers,
I sit back like I'm caged but still cakin'.
My niggas is hatin'
It's like bein' in the livest Lambo in the hood,
You a piece of steak, I'd rather be that than some bacon.
Every project is a throne, only just bigger
Stones they throw, that's why I wear a big hat and roll weed.
Gone if you don't know where you came or when you came,
All you know is weed and cocaine,
Nonbelievers no game.
I'm zooted down, rollin' a spliff, maxin',
Flamin' like wheels got traction,
I'm sun, he's attractive,
Guaranteed to service the real niggas.
Out cruisin' in a Volvo, a duffle for dolo, buffy polo,
A blow house is where I resided once,
Live amongst fiends, countin' currency, hittin' blunts,
Only to hear the door rumble, grab the 4,
Hope it ain't the law
Or maybe some nigga tryna score.