Kanye West, Pusha T - Hot 97 Freestyle lyrics

Malice found religion, Tony found prison
I’m just tryna find my way
Out this fucking kitchen
A birdseye view got me channelling my vision
Turn one to two now the kilo’s got a sibling
Father knows best
Wash my hands all is forgiven
We kicking up dust like the colosseum floors
Walls full of safes like they mausoleum doors
Pussy getting wet as she
Walking through my morgue
Grants, Jacksons no room for George
Yeh, the Fear of God’s in you muthafuckers
This art imitate my life
You WorldStarHipHop fame based
Off imitation hype
Eliminate the fools gold and imitation ice
My music for your soul
Inspiration for your life
Every dime made in his life more disastrous
Help my young bitch see her


Way through her Bachelor's
Sent my old bitch right back
To get her Masters
Same graduation I was clapping in the rafters
The truth hurts everytime it’s revealed
What goes around comes around
This is lifes ferris wheel
Grab hold and reverse the steering
Wheel as I parrallel park
Kentucky derby on the grill
The fact that I’m free lets
Me know God is great
Ten year marathon of me selling concentrate
These rappers talk crowns but
I’d rather talk fear villian like candyman
Say my name and I’ll appear
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
Hakuna matata, feet up sipping java
Strolling up the totem poll
What’s my only problem
Scrolling through my Rolodex
Who shall bear my toddler
So many hands raised as the band plays
I’m here now
Watch how many nigga's plans change

Penitentiary chances, the devil dances
And eventually answers to the call of Autumn
All of them fallin’ for the love of ballin’
Got caught with 30 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 thats lucrative
And sold 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 niggas get it
I need more drinks and more lights
Hot American Apparel girl in just tights
She told the director she tryna
Get in a school
Told to take them glasses off
And get in the pool
It’s been a while since I watched the tube
Its like a crip said: "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
What’s a black Beatle anyway, a fucking roach
I guess that's why they got
Me sitting in fucking coach
But God said I need a different approach
Cause people is looking at me
Like I’m sniffing coke
It ain't funny anymore try different jokes
Tell ‘em hug and kiss my ass, x and o
Kiss the ring while they at it
Do my thing while I’m got it
Play strings for the dramatic
And end all of that wack shit
Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes
I ain't got it I’m going
After whoever who has it
I’m coming after whoever who has it?
You blowing up, that’s good, fantastic
That y’all, it's like that ya’ll
I don’t really give a fuck about it at all
Cause the same people that tried
To black ball me
Forgot about two things, my black balls

Uh, I let you into my diary to admire me
The making of this man
I let you see the higher me
The self righteous drug dealer dichotomy
I’m drawing from both sides, I’m Siamese
The tug of war opens the door, entrada
Rip me apart and see
What’s inside this pinata
And rolling kilos in gymstrada is one saga
One chapter of black magic, I’m Harold Potter
Feels like I’m doomed to
Dealing with women whom
Relationships with their fathers won’t
Allow us to bloom and blossom
I swear this Vegas nights was awesome
But adios I blow my own
Dice before I toss ‘em, loss ‘em
Some other muthafuckers double crossed ‘em
Tryna snatch my nigga back I
Blew a small fortune russell with the work
We was like the four horsemen
Rick Flair with the flame
I’m muthfucking Gorgeous, wooooooooo
As the gull wing doors lift
Karate Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smtih
Whiter than the coke brush that
They paint me with
Sunk leather seats softer than an angels kiss
But the devil red, tires double tread
I’m posting parks up that gets me double head
Tight rope walking tryna keep a level head
The bright lights blind look
What the devil did yeah

It’s hip hop
This is euphemism for a new religion
The soul music for the slaves
That the youth is missing
This is more than just my road to redemption
Malcolm West had the whole
Nation standing to attention
As long as I’m in Polo’s
They think they got me
But they would try to crack me if
They ever saw a black me
I thought I chose a field
Where they couldn’t sack me
If a nigga ain't running shootin a
Jump shot running a track meet
But this pimp is, on the top of mount Olympus
Ready for the World’s game
This is my Olympics we make ‘em say ho cause
The game is so pimpish
Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick
And I assisted to get up offa this dick
And these drugs, fans can't resist it
Remember, remind of when they tried
To have Ali enlisted
If I ever one of the greatest homie
I must have missed it!