Kanye West, DJ Premier - Everything I Am lyrics
Kanye West/Ye [Kanye Omari West] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kanye West, DJ Premier - Everything I Am lyrics]
Damn, here we go again
Common passed on this beat
I made it to a jam
Now everything I'm not made
Me everything I am damn, here we go again
People talking shit
But when the shit hit the fan
Everything I'm not made me everything I am
I'll never be picture-perfect, Beyoncé
Be light as Al B or black as Chauncey
Remember him from Blackstreet? He was
Black as the street was
I'll never be laid back as this beat was
I never could see why people'll reach a
Fake-ass facade that they couldn't keep up
You see how I creeped up?
You see how I played a big
Role in Chicago like Queen Latifah?
I'll never rock a mink coat in
The wintertime like Killa Cam
Or rock some mink boots in
The summertime like william
Let me know if you feel it, man
'Cause everything I'm not made
Me everything I am
Damn, here we go again
Everybody saying what's not for him
But everything I'm not made
Me everything I am damn, here we go again
People talking shit
But when the shit hit the fan
Everything I'm not made me everything I am
And I'm back to tear it up
Haters start your engines
I hear 'em gearing up
People talk so much shit
About me at barbershops
They forget to get their hair cut
Okay, fair enough, the streets is flaring up
'Cause they want gun talk
Or I don't wear enough
Baggy clothes, Reeboks, or A-di dos
Can I add that he do spaz out at his shows?
So say goodbye to the NAACP Award
Goodbye to the India Arie Award
They'd rather give me the
Ni-Nigga Please Award
But I'll just take the I Got
A Lot of Cheese Award
Damn, here we go again bum tu-bum-bum-bum
But everything I'm not made
Me everything I am damn, here we go again
People talking shit
But when the shit hit the fan
Everything I'm not made me everything I am
I know people wouldn't usually rap this
But I got the facts to back this
Just last year
Chicago had over six hundred caskets
Man, killing's some wack shit oh, I forgot
'cept for when niggas is rappin'
Do you know what it feel
Like when people is passin'?
He got changed over his chains
A block off Ashland
I need to talk to somebody, pastor
The church want tithe
So I can't afford to pay
Pink slip on my door
'cause I can't afford to stay
My fifteen seconds up, but I got more to say
That's enough Mr west, please, no more today
Damn, here we go again
Everybody saying what's not for him
But everything I'm not made
Me everything I am damn, here we go again
People talking shit
But when the shit hit the fan
Everything I'm not made me everything I am
Common passed on this beat
I made it to a jam
Now everything I'm not made
Me everything I am damn, here we go again
People talking shit
But when the shit hit the fan
Everything I'm not made me everything I am
I'll never be picture-perfect, Beyoncé
Be light as Al B or black as Chauncey
Remember him from Blackstreet? He was
Black as the street was
I'll never be laid back as this beat was
I never could see why people'll reach a
Fake-ass facade that they couldn't keep up
You see how I creeped up?
You see how I played a big
Role in Chicago like Queen Latifah?
I'll never rock a mink coat in
The wintertime like Killa Cam
Or rock some mink boots in
The summertime like william
Let me know if you feel it, man
'Cause everything I'm not made
Me everything I am
Damn, here we go again
Everybody saying what's not for him
But everything I'm not made
Me everything I am damn, here we go again
People talking shit
But when the shit hit the fan
Everything I'm not made me everything I am
And I'm back to tear it up
Haters start your engines
I hear 'em gearing up
People talk so much shit
About me at barbershops
They forget to get their hair cut
Okay, fair enough, the streets is flaring up
'Cause they want gun talk
Or I don't wear enough
Baggy clothes, Reeboks, or A-di dos
Can I add that he do spaz out at his shows?
So say goodbye to the NAACP Award
Goodbye to the India Arie Award
They'd rather give me the
Ni-Nigga Please Award
But I'll just take the I Got
A Lot of Cheese Award
Damn, here we go again bum tu-bum-bum-bum
But everything I'm not made
Me everything I am damn, here we go again
People talking shit
But when the shit hit the fan
Everything I'm not made me everything I am
I know people wouldn't usually rap this
But I got the facts to back this
Just last year
Chicago had over six hundred caskets
Man, killing's some wack shit oh, I forgot
'cept for when niggas is rappin'
Do you know what it feel
Like when people is passin'?
He got changed over his chains
A block off Ashland
I need to talk to somebody, pastor
The church want tithe
So I can't afford to pay
Pink slip on my door
'cause I can't afford to stay
My fifteen seconds up, but I got more to say
That's enough Mr west, please, no more today
Damn, here we go again
Everybody saying what's not for him
But everything I'm not made
Me everything I am damn, here we go again
People talking shit
But when the shit hit the fan
Everything I'm not made me everything I am