Yo you, Kanye, first and foremost For making me do this shit Had to throw out the motherfucking room they don't fucking
(I'd like to a toast) (I toast motherfucker)
And I am And they ask me, they ask me, 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
The all around the Digital Underground, Pac The the red nosed reindeer of the Roc I take my chain, my 15 of fame And come back next year with the whole fucking nobody expect Kanye to end up on top They expected that College Dropout to and then flop Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for Rocafella's only niggas help My money was thinner than Paul's 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 have a buzz bigger than insects in It's funny how wasn't nobody 'Til the night I almost myself in Lexus
And I am And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell Raise your glasses, your glasses, your to the sky is the last call for alcohol, for the So get ass up off the wall
Now was the most overlooked? Yes sir Now is Kanye the most Yes sir the fans want 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 with Jay-Z I'm the Gap like Banana and Old Navy, and oooh It come out sweeter old Sadie Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source Girl he had with him, ass coulda won the awards And I was almost famous, now everybody Kanye I'm Raymond' say he arrogant, can y'all blame him? It was embarrassing how y'all played him Last year my demo, I was tryin' to shine Every motherfucker told me that I rhyme Now I let these dream killers kill my self-esteem Or use my arrogance as the steam to my dreams I use it as my gas, so they say I'm gassed But without it I'd be last, so I ought to So I listen to the suits behind the desk no more You niggas wear suits you can't dress no more You can't say shit to Kanye no more I 20,000 people, I was just on tour, nigga I'm Kan, the Louis Don Bought my mom a purse, now she Vuitton Mom I ain't play the I was dealt, I changed my cards I to the skies 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 the term African Express Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and boy back on his hustle, you know what I've been up to Killin y'all niggaz on that shit Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push Miracle
And I am And they ask me, they ask me, 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