Kanye West, Talib Kweli, Yasiin Bey - Live From Irving Plaza NY lyrics
Kanye West/Ye [Kanye Omari West] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kanye West, Talib Kweli, Yasiin Bey - Live From Irving Plaza NY lyrics]
Alright in case y'all don't know
He did "H to the
Izzo", he did "Takeover", he
Did "Guess Who's Back", he
Did my joint "Good to You"
He did "Turn Out The
Lights" give it up for my nigga Kanye West
You know what I'm saying? Now Kanye
Y'all also don't know my
Man got skills, he's a rapper
He's on my projects
So I want him to bust a verse, can we
Let my man bust a verse? What's up Kanye
What's up? (They gonna play my beat
They gonna play my beat?)
Yeah, yeah, chops, listen woo
Woo, woo, mic check, mic check-
Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap
I got to 'pologize to Mos and Kweli
(probably) but is it cool to rap about gold
If I told the world I copped
It from Ghana and Mali?
First nigga with a Benz and a backpack
Ice chain, Carti lens, and a knapsack
Always said if I rapped
I'd say somethin' significant
But now I'm rappin' 'bout money, hoes
And rims again
And it's still about the Benjamins
Big faced hundreds and
Whatever other synonyms
Strippers named Cinnamon
More chips than Pentium
What'cha gon' buy next? Whatever
New trend it is
I'm tryin' to spend my stacks
And I'm so broke I look back like "Damn
Was I on crack?"
I mean two platinum chains, was I on that?
What the hell was wrong with me dog?
Sing along with me y'all
New York City here! New York City here!
New York City here! New York City here!
It's like, guess who's bizzack
Back on the track with the blow
Kanye to-the, representing his gold
Guess who's come back, better than I supposed
Heard that beat, shit it's all I know
Guess who's bizzack, live from the Plaza
The Roc' is definitely in the building
Back on the track, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's time to change up
My lyrics rip ya frame up
Askin' if I'm nice like fuckin' with a chick
Who don't give head, that's a no-brainer
Niggas back bangers you don't even
Know the names of
Imma bout to meet my quota
You about to meet ya Saviour
You wack nigga, you about to get shot
Fuck with Talib Kweli
That's how you get got!
Not that I'm wildin' or even promote violence
You're fuckin' up my high
Can a nigga smoke in silence?
Damn, New York City in the house!
Talib Kweli gotta tell you what it's about
Because my man Kanye from the
Chi' will say "Hi!"
Wave your hands from side to side
Mos Def, Kweli -
I got my man, he represent the projects
I say guess who's bizzack, Kweli, Kanye
And Mos punk niggas getting way too close
Broadway doing them all day
Niggas but don't take it the wrong way
Doing Iving Plaza, causing disaster
You bring the time but
We bring the prescription
Pick up your ears so you all could listen
I be killin' these niggas
On this lyrical shit
Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push miracle whips
And since takeover
It seems like the whole hood want
To get a Jimmie Jones makeover
Niggas forcing me to keep the heater
Black strap, white handle, I got Jungle Fever
He did "H to the
Izzo", he did "Takeover", he
Did "Guess Who's Back", he
Did my joint "Good to You"
He did "Turn Out The
Lights" give it up for my nigga Kanye West
You know what I'm saying? Now Kanye
Y'all also don't know my
Man got skills, he's a rapper
He's on my projects
So I want him to bust a verse, can we
Let my man bust a verse? What's up Kanye
What's up? (They gonna play my beat
They gonna play my beat?)
Yeah, yeah, chops, listen woo
Woo, woo, mic check, mic check-
Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap
I got to 'pologize to Mos and Kweli
(probably) but is it cool to rap about gold
If I told the world I copped
It from Ghana and Mali?
First nigga with a Benz and a backpack
Ice chain, Carti lens, and a knapsack
Always said if I rapped
I'd say somethin' significant
But now I'm rappin' 'bout money, hoes
And rims again
And it's still about the Benjamins
Big faced hundreds and
Whatever other synonyms
Strippers named Cinnamon
More chips than Pentium
What'cha gon' buy next? Whatever
New trend it is
I'm tryin' to spend my stacks
And I'm so broke I look back like "Damn
Was I on crack?"
I mean two platinum chains, was I on that?
What the hell was wrong with me dog?
Sing along with me y'all
New York City here! New York City here!
New York City here! New York City here!
It's like, guess who's bizzack
Back on the track with the blow
Kanye to-the, representing his gold
Guess who's come back, better than I supposed
Heard that beat, shit it's all I know
Guess who's bizzack, live from the Plaza
The Roc' is definitely in the building
Back on the track, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's time to change up
My lyrics rip ya frame up
Askin' if I'm nice like fuckin' with a chick
Who don't give head, that's a no-brainer
Niggas back bangers you don't even
Know the names of
Imma bout to meet my quota
You about to meet ya Saviour
You wack nigga, you about to get shot
Fuck with Talib Kweli
That's how you get got!
Not that I'm wildin' or even promote violence
You're fuckin' up my high
Can a nigga smoke in silence?
Damn, New York City in the house!
Talib Kweli gotta tell you what it's about
Because my man Kanye from the
Chi' will say "Hi!"
Wave your hands from side to side
Mos Def, Kweli -
I got my man, he represent the projects
I say guess who's bizzack, Kweli, Kanye
And Mos punk niggas getting way too close
Broadway doing them all day
Niggas but don't take it the wrong way
Doing Iving Plaza, causing disaster
You bring the time but
We bring the prescription
Pick up your ears so you all could listen
I be killin' these niggas
On this lyrical shit
Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push miracle whips
And since takeover
It seems like the whole hood want
To get a Jimmie Jones makeover
Niggas forcing me to keep the heater
Black strap, white handle, I got Jungle Fever