Kanye West - Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Kanye West (Tim Westwood)] Doesn't get much better than that (Nah!) So unfair, so.. unfair advantage (Yo, it doesn't feel much better than that) [Verse 1: Kanye West] It's the dream, it's Kobe and Jordan on the same team In the best prime of their game and the same Kanye You know the name and it's not pronounced Kane And every time, you know I spit that flame Ayo we gettin' out our dreams, gettin' out our dreams And we gonna buy some things, and we got him out of Queens Talkin' 'bout my man Consequence, once for the Tribe Talkin' 'bout my man GLC and now he's around Talkin' 'bout John Legend, take 'em all the way to Heaven Speakin' of Heaven, Common speaks the heavenly words The nouns and verbs and whatever you heard Whatever synonym, we k**in' 'em, everybody feelin' him The people's choice, the people's champ like Paul Wall All haters, I gotta say f** all y'all No, I won't waste my energy no more I have to be more concerned about Sierra Leone I'm talkin' 'bout people that's dyin' for diamonds And the way that uh They got uh, capa What I want to say, monopoly over the country And every time you say somethin' people act funky The diamond industry want me, they say I'm bringin' out the bad What I want, people to stop buyin' diamonds? No, I want everybody to stop lyin' They say conflicts is only one percent, and look at all the money rappers spent We throw the diamonds in the screen, nah mean? But it affects the families cause people is dyin' for these things I mean in the diamond rivers they'll mine all day And might only get paid two cups of rice a day Is this the price to pay for the icy way? We like to floss away, even your boy 'Ye With my Jesus piece, I gave diamonds to my niece If I had a brother, Kanye, Common made "I Used to Love H.E.R." Used to love her and I still do, lyrically I k** you Dog I don't feel you, your style is like mildew Real old, I'm real cold, listen to this beat, real soul Your style is real old, dollar bill fold Stackin' money ain't funny, and I'm out in UK And I ask 'em who's the best, and they say "you K" Ooh way ooh way Yeah I feel it and I gotta kick it off the top of the dome Microphone controller, that's an M.C., it's in me I can lead a crowd, I went to your show, it's empty Go to my sh**, it's sold out, every single seat Every time I drop, because like Shaq, I bring the heat And anybody that freestyle on the level that I do Should be winnin' Grammys too So if you do it like me, you can do it like this And uh, they say I'm a teacher like the one called Kris That's KRS but nah it's Kanye West And every time I spit the rhymes, uh straight off the flesh I could bring it down to the bone straight from the heart And from the heart is where I did it 'fore I ever chart And then I spit it, we get it, we did it, we do it a lot Kanye spit it, we do it, we makin' it hot I got patterns like Saturn, the rings, the rings Uh, Gold Digger, that's the single, the single Gotta hit the club just to mingle, to mingle Why you all in my face? I'm tryna do my thing dude Back off, I'll have Barry smack the f** out of you Everybody wanna know what they can get out you Aww here's my demo, dawg, here's my group Dawg, please back me up, you're heated up, you're soup Y'all ga**ed, I pa**ed, I flow, I rhyme I'm uh, that's the way, that yah boy gotta shine Straight from the Chi city, everybody ride with me And you see the same questions and I gotta teach the lesson This some, this some sick freestylin', I hear you're readin' it I gotta keep goin' cause y'all fans, y'all needin' it Uh, you say I'm too high like I smoke weed in it And they say "he arrogant, he's always conceited, sh**" Well what you want from me? Y'all just can't stop me You could look in my pants and tell that I'm co*ky [Bridge 1: Kanye West (Tim Westwood)] (Laughing) (Oh my God, Oh my God) (Damn) Yeah We back, we back like we ever left, huh (Crazy!) Like we ever left, huh, like we e', like we ever left, huh Like we ever left, uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Kanye West] Can I get an encore, do you want more? Kanye on the Westwood tour Chillin' with Westwood Go to Chicago, that's Kanye West's hood And the label called G.O.O.D Should I holla at these b**hes? You should You might need one, you might need one You might f** one If you eat out like McDonald's I ain't no clown like Ronald Uh, more like Donald Trump, with the way I get it crunk Like my man Lil Jon, but call him Lil Kan' He all the same, flow like Lil Wayne on The Carter And I'm signed to the Carter faculty Cause the Roc is in back of me Actually, that look like stacks to me Ch-ching, ch-ching Yah nahmean, yah nahmean, I'm doin' my thing Out in U.K., London And they call me number one Japan, you're number one That's Ichiban And I learned that from KRS-One Won once again like One Like Puff, my friend, and One One, give me one of them Talkin' 'bout one drink, one hand One cup of Henny, one cup of Hypno If you ran out of it, yo, you got to get more And I might sip slow but I never sip Mo I sip Cris-o, Cris-y-Cris And I gotta break it down like Missy Miss She had the "hee hee, who got the keys?" You don't need that if you got the no start V Where you push the bu*ton, that ain't nothin' All y'all talkin' somethin', y'all stay frontin' Kanye dropped the beats to get 'em jumpin' Lucifer, top of the morning to yah Cheerio, hit up the flow, bring it back, oh From Chicago, uh And I'm rockin' the Dolce Gabbana Fashionable persona G.Q., who knew he'd be the flyest? Like T.W.A.C.W.K K.A.N.Y W.E.S.T Be the B.E.S.T [Bridge 2: Kanye West (Tim Westwood)] You know, I'mma stop it right there (Laughs) I just, I just feel like I 'on't know if I feel like rappin' right now (Oh my God!) I got raps for yah, uh huh I got raps for yah I got, uh, I got raps for yah We goin' to ma** today, we have to pray Besides what the pastor say Uh, uh I 'on't know, I 'on't know what I got so many joints right know, runnin' through my head I 'on't even know what to yeah What should, what should I spit? I could just freestyle off of these messages Please can you tell Okay this is a girl writin' this Please can you tell my uh, boyfriend Danny That I love him loads, with all my heart And I can't wait to see him tomorrow [Verse 3: Kanye West] She can't wait to see you tomorrow Danny She love you, mhmm You know what that mean? You gonna get some I wonder if she gon' be wearin' one of those tight outfits And you know that I like that sh** I ain't sayin' I ever met her but come on You must be pimpin' and you ain't sweat her, you know? She writin' you on one of these hip-hop shows Made me wonder if she's a hip-hop ho No disrespect, you know I don't know you so I will not disrespect, so don't please press eject On the tape ca**ette, and don't knock it out of your decks So with much respect, obliged, when I rhyme Sometimes some things just pop out, sometimes I must be a, I forgot the medical name Not a narcoleptic that be sleepin' How people was sleepin' when I made it deeper And [?] creepin' cause you know they didn't peep it Uh, they call me Rockafella's best little secret Uh, I got the beats for the Jeep When people used to rock Amigo's and Suzuki's And the Isuzu's, this the way you flow Do flow, aye yo you just like Menudo Played out about mad years ago And uh, I could rock off the top, I got years of flow I got so many albums to go, at least about seven Jesus Walks had me all the way Thought I was gon' rhyme that, no you didn't time that Yo that's where the line's at Look at my shows, look how long that the line's at All the way to the back, sold out, one night That's the way it is when you done it right Take time to drop a album, don't just be buyin' beats from everybody Cause everybody ain't got it, I got it I get it, I only give it to those who really live it Like Jay-Z, the Game, and my dogs that really did it Like Kweli, like Common, like dudes that really spit it I'm talkin' 'bout they go onto the radio and hit it And as far as makin' your songs, it's all wrong You be doin' everything that everybody else is on Man, I'mma break it down, let me take it down Here goes the instructions on how to not say nothin' Look, you take the crack concept And you do that 'til it's all dead and gone, you do it all wrong Now uh, you take the car concept And I see it every video, every single place I go Same sh** [Bridge 3: Kanye West (Tim Westwood)] Man you know the beat ran out on me I was gonna, I was gonna, I was gonna break down (That was mean, that was mean!) I was gonna break down to people Exactly how to make the good song and the good album for a change (Let's go, let's go, let's go!) [Verse 4: Kanye West] First of all, what you need's a beat from me If you can't get a beat from me, get a beat from your guy He'll prolly do it for free And if he do it like [?] he'll prolly do it for E And if he do [?], he'll prolly do it for skeet Yo, yo-yo, yo-yo-yo, you gotta bring with your flow You gotta take it on-beat and off-beat And don't rap on no f**in' soft beats You know that real hard sh**, regardless, I played my part in this Like, this Corner beat, this what you want when you want a beat And that's when you really is gonna be A hip-hop legend like Kan, like Kan Like, of course the Louis Vuitton, 'ton, don, don If I do say so, myself And I do all the time, every rhyme Cause I'm, I'm feelin' myself And if you was me, you'd be feelin' yourself, you see If you out in London, you just hopped on a plane And you just came out of the bathroom, you just got you some brain Uh, you doin' your thing And plus you flossin' that Rocafella chain Aye yo, you know you let Kan spit on 'em I'm rockin' the Rocafella chain with no conflicts on 'em Oh, oh Now let me bring it back to the flow, flow And how you make the album and you make some dough, dough Get you a good manager cause your manager'll f** your game up f** your name up And uh, if you've been runnin' to a [?] Trade your chain for some studio time See a lot of people be flossin' before they get a chance to A lot of people want club records they wanna dance to A lot of people want ba**lines, they will enhance you Ba** in the club is good too, what you should do Is prolly get a single like Alicia Keys And if you don't know her, holla at Alicia please You know one of 'em light skin b**hes with the braids Actin' like they got it made [?] you give a dawg with a fade You get somebody that's weak, you get somebody that you know can't flow And you rap before him, and let him go And people gon' be like well least you was better than dude And [?] I don't mean to be rude And another thing you can do If you could channel the spirits like I channel I'm not talkin' 'bout lightin' candles, I'm not talkin' sayonce I'm talkin' 'bout talkin' to God, I mean just like once What I do before I rhyme, every day is I pray I pray to God that he make these songs in a certain way I let him speak through me, through the beats, through the music I mean, sometimes I go into the booth and lose it I mean, I know he speakin' when I freak it in it a way That I coulda never thought of somethin' better to say So, our father, who art up above us I know [?], you still love us Like when I'm cursin' in my verses and I even do, what's worse is When I'm spendin' too much, spendin' on purses And shoes for my girl when I should be helpin' the world Give back to the charity, he still don't embarra** me He still let me be, He still keep it real See that's the thing about humans, we got free will See the angels gotta do exactly what God want 'em to do God is still with you, even when we don't do So, follow the path, follow the laws Follow the reason, the reasons why it's wrong You never heard a freestyle like this before-'fore And I know that hip-hop fans want more [Outro: Kanye West] Westwood, what's good Holla at your boy, Kan the Louis Vuitton Don The Roca stay, buildin' Yeah, it's G.O.O.D. Music baby After you freestyle like that you just talk sh** for about eight minutes