Kanye West - Lord Lord Lord lyrics

[Verse 1: Mos Def] The power of observation Marvels and frights and strange delights Attributes, properties, disciplines and novelties Ecstatic patterns in the calendar design Wilderness tours, guided by and for the blind Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades He knew those lights only grew bright to fade Dead wrong pageantry, lottery and games Sleight of hand provided by extravagant and fake The carnival tilt bell the hustle for the age They clutch what they covet, what must they give away? Who was uninvited who was asked to come and stay? Surprise, it's your life, it's your business anyway So please pardon these and such curious minds Peace, safe pa**age, precious time hither and gone The day of days, Yawm al-Qiyāmah This tiny stone illuminated by a star The only star so large many more To make our largest star show small Furthermore, the end is not the end no stop but a pause And what we can witness isn't all there is at all Custom mock of a scotch and pork chops The pa**ion, expansion, the order of the random See the dreamers, see the sleepers Why'd you wake them? Sweet Jesus and life on Earth Seek heaven first Let's put in this work [Verse 2: Kanye West] Her heels set the mood Where did you acquire those Alaia's When I met you I heard Jesus, bells, strings, and the choir I got lines that's better than n***as' albums, plural The king of the urban make your sh** sound rural She said I hit it so deep she need a epidural Them other n***as have you looking like a squirrel Now that nuts. I only hang with white boys that like black s*uts Tell them Plain Pat yo that track s**s We ain't dissing you But you in the position to play something for us to listen to I'm trying to worry about my scratch minus the crabs I ain't stopping for you n***as like yellow cabs I got scripts so why we need a movie? And if I'm a douche then put me in your coochie I swear they should have never gave these n***as loose leaf And excuse me if I'm trapped by the b**bies, b**by trapped [Verse 3: Swizz Beatz] All white Bentley, I call that mama My life crazy, like Obama's You talk slick? Well I'm Osama Bin Laden, I'm what's happening I get it cracking All black Carbon on my wrist yeah It's gonna take you a couple years to get this here Thank AP, well they thank me And I be mad too if you ain't me Call me Mr. Dean or Mr. Bars See me riding clean in a Rolls Royce n***as talking funny, that's old money n***as looking crazy but they talking funny Nowadays rappers, they like bloggers You see me, I'm a bank hogger Coming through your hood in a Brinks truck With 25s on it like what the f** 100 feet and better, what the f** use stick Paparazzi on the water what the f** use stick My face got the "f** you pricks" My beats go hard like f** you dicks Pouring champagne damn thing See me rocking suede, n***a, in the damn rain Ain't a damn thing, money ain't a damn thing Ask Yeezy and Mos we do the god damn thing [Verse 4: Raekwon] Ay yo open gla** on my fingers I sit back like I'm caged but still caking My n***as is hating It's like being in the livest Lambo in the hood You a piece of steak I'd rather be that than some bacon Every project is a throne only just bigger Stones they throw that's why I wear a big hat and roll weed Gone if you don't know where you came or when you came All you know is weed and c**aine Nonbelievers no game I'm zooted down, rolling a spliff, maxing Flaming like wheels got traction I'm sun he's attractive Guaranteed to service the real n***as Out cruising in a Volvo, a duffle for dolo, buffy polo A blow house is where I resided once Live amongst fiends, counting currency, hitting blunts Only to hear the door rumble, grab the 4 Hope it ain't the law Or maybe some n***a trying to score