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Kanye West & Jay-Z - Power (Remix) Lyrics

Is this thing on?
Oh, I thought they silenced us, Ye
Power to the people
We livin in that 31st century, futuristic fly s**t
The penthouse is the projects and everybody flies private
New watch, know what time it is, watch us (You see us)
They cant stop us, prophets, beyotches

Kanye West*
No one man should have all that power (Yeah)
The clocks tickin, I just count the hours (Yeah)
Stop trippin, I'm trippin off the power
No one man should have all that power

Rumble, young man, rumble
Life is a trip, so sometimes, we gon stumble
You gotta go through pain in order to become you
But once the world numbs you, youll feel like its only one you
Now you got the power to do anything you want to
Until you ask yourself, Is this what its all come to?
Lookin at life through sunglasses and a sunroof
But do you have the power to get out from up under you
F**k Rollies, labels, f**k what everybody wants from you

They tryna Axl Rose you, welcome to the jungle
To be continued, we on that Norman Mailer s**t
In search of the truth, even if it goes through Taylor Swift
Tell her this
No one man should have all that power
And then they..And then they..And then they
And then they..

Kanye West*
Now when I walk in, everybody do the Power clap
Clap, clap, clap
Fresh for the club, I just took a half an hour nap
Clap, clap, clap
I seen people go crazy on the whole world, an hour lap
Clap, clap, clap
My socket was out the plug, now its time to get the power back
Clap, clap
I seen people abuse power, use power, misuse and then lose power
Power to the people at last, its a new hour
Now we all aint gon be American Idols
But you can least grab a camera, shoot a viral
Take the power in your own hands
I'm a grown man, doin my grown dance
I don't stop until I see the end, my vision clear, b***h
I'm on my Van Gogh, I don't hear s**t

No one man should have all that power
The clocks tickin, I just count the hours
Stop trippin, Im trippin off the power
Til then, f**k that, the worlds ours
And then they say
And then they say
And then they say
And then they say
And then they say
And then they say
Now everything I'm rhymin on cause a Ramadan
Been a don, prayin for the families lost in the storm
Bring our troops back from Iraq, keep our troops out of Iran
So the next couple bars, Ima drop them in Islam
They say assalamu alaikum, say wa alaikum asalaam
Thats no Oscar Mayer bacon, you should run and tell your moms
Now the question is, how we gon stop the next Vietnam?
Keep Flex out of Korea, cause you know he drop bombs

Hey, yo, Yeezy, stop playin with these people, man
They want see you act all crazy in this muf**ka, man
Take that jacket off and go crazy on them ni**as, man
You know what Im talkin bout?

Kanye West*
What do it mean to be the boss?
It mean second place is the first one who lost
The crucifixion, the being nailed to the cross
Truth or fiction, its a hell of a cost, do the dishes
I'm bout to hit that Jeff Gordon
Michael Jordan, the only one more important
But I be feelin like Jordan when Im recordin
Cause every time I record, I duck to slap the boards
I don't know what these rappers gon do after wars
Prolly spaz like I might do at the awards
Huh, I got the whole crowd goin crazy
Homie, I should be rewarded
Gettin money, Yeezy, Yeezy, how you do it, huh?
Eatin Wheaties, drinkin Fiji, bein greedy, huh?
Don't even think you can allude to the rumors
I'm immune to the booze, Im a prude to you losers
It's all in time, my ni**a
See, I dreamed my whole life that I could rhyme with Jigga
Now Jay my big brother and Bey my lil sister
And excuse me, but you can't see my lil sister
Number one sound across the board, hey
Number one now and forevermore, hey
Number one rule is ni**as don't hate
Maybe Ill drop the album, nah, all yall gotta wait
And on the Net they showin pictures of my Cali place
My Maybach in NY, but it still got the Cali plates
All my old girls know that Im the one that got away
I think about at Christmas, and play some Donny Hathaway
And keep my bulletproof hater coat on
Lookin at some photos that I'm lookin crazy dope on

Hand up, talkin s**t, yeah, I get my Pope on
And go home wit something to poke on
That's what Dre said, but this what Ye said
How Ye doin? Who Ye screwin?
That's for my d**k to know, before you get to know em
She aint give you as*? That pu**y fictional
I gotta give her the eviction note
Tis Get yo as* out, b***h, vamonos
Five seconds to the song, and we gettin close
I got the power, muf**ka, if you didn't know

Chill, chill, chill, chill, man
Chill, Ye, chill
Sh**s burnt up already
It's over..


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