I'd like to propose a toast
I said toast, motherfucker!
And I am here to spin the rock
They ask me, they ask me, they ask me
I tell them, posted like a felon
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses
To the sky and here to spin the rock
This is the last call for alcohol
For the posted like a felon
So get your ass up off the floor
The all around, world digital underground pop
The Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer of the rock
I take my chain, my fifteen seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect Kanye to end up on top
They expected that college dropout to drop and then flop
Then maybe he'd stop saving all the good beats for himself
Roc-A-Fella's only made 'cause it helped
My money was thinner than Chuck Hawk's goatee hair
Now John Paul's odour and cologne fills the air
They say he's bourgeois, he's big-headed
Won't you please stop talking how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me ten seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than the insects in Texas
It's funny how once a nobody interested
'Til the night I almost killed myself in Lexus
Now is Kanye the most overlooked? Yes sir
Now is Kanye the most overbooked? Yes sir
The fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest
But all they got's that diss this guy called West
Better take Freeway, throw him on the tracks with Mos Def
Call him Kweli or Kweli, I'd put him on songs with Jay-Z
Armageddon, Banana Republic and Old Navy
And Owen comes out so much sweeter than Old Sadie
And I was almost famous, now everybody love Kanye
Some say he's arrogant, but can y'all blame him?
It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him
Last year, shopping with my demo, I was trying to shine
And every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme
Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem
Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams
So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more
You niggas wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more
You can't say shit to Kanye West no more
I rock twenty thousand people, I was just on tour, nigga
I'm Kanye, Louis Vuitton don
Bought my mom a purse, now she's a Louis Vuitton mom
I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards
I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars
I went to the malls and I balled too hard
Oh my God, is that a black card?
I turn around and reply, "Why yes, but I
Prefer the term African-American Express"
Brings power and muscle, like Dame Puffy and Russell
Your boy back on his hustle
You know what I been up to?
Killing y'all niggas on that lyrical shit
Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push Miracle Whip
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