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"POWER (Megamix)"

[Intro: Jay-Z]
Is this thing on?
Oh, I thought they silenced us, Ye
Power to the people
We living in that 31st century, futuristic fly sh*t
The penthouse is the projects and everybody flies private
New watches; you know what time it is, watch us
They can’t stop us, the prophets, biatches!

[Hook: Kanye West]
No one man should have all that power
The clock’s ticking, I just count the hours
Stop tripping, I’m tripping off the power
(No one man should have all that power)

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Rumble, young man, rumble
Life is a trip, so sometimes we gonna stumble
You gotta go through pain in order to become you
But once the world numbs you, you’ll feel like it’s only one you
Now you got the power to do anything you want to
Until you ask yourself, "Is this what it’s all come to?"
Looking at life through sunglasses and a sunroof
But do you have the power to get out from up under you
f*ck all these labels, f*ck what everybody wants from you
They're trying to Axl Rose you, welcome to the jungle
To be continued, we on that Norman Mailer sh*t
In search of the truth even if it goes through Taylor Swift
Tell her this


[Verse 2: Kanye West]
The system broken, the school is closed, the prison's open
We ain’t got nothing to lose, motherf*cker we rolling
Huh? Motherf*cker we rolling
With some light-skinned girls and some Kelly Rowlands
In this white man world, we the ones chosen
So goodnight, cruel world, I’ll see you in the morning
Huh? I’ll see you in the morning
This is way too much, I need a moment

No one man should have all that power
The clock’s ticking, I just count the hours
Stop tripping, I’m tripping off the power
Till then, f*ck that, the world’s ours
And they say
(21st-Century schizoid man)

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
f*ck SNL and the whole cast
Tell them Yeezy said they can kiss my whole ass
More specifically they can kiss my as*h*le
I’m an as*h*le? You n*ggas got jokes
You short-minded n*ggas thoughts is Napoleon
My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in
And I embody every characteristic of the egotistic
He knows, he’s so f*cking gifted
I just needed time alone with my own thoughts
Got treasures in my mind but couldn’t open up my own vault
My childlike creativity, purity and honesty
Is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catching up with me
Taking my inner child, I’m fighting for custody
With these responsibilities that they entrusted me
As I look down at my diamond encrusted piece

No one man should have all that power
The clock’s ticking, I just count the hours
Stop tripping, I’m tripping off the powder
Till then, f*ck that, the world’s ours
And they say
(21st-Century schizoid man)

[Verse 4: 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 when the whole world in our lap
Clap, clap, clap
My socket was out the plug, now it’s 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, it’s a new hour
Now we all ain’t going be American Idols
But you can least grab a camera, shoot a viral, huh
Take the power in your own hands
I’m a grown man, doing my grown dance
I don’t stop until I see the end, my vision clear, b*tch
I’m on my Van Gogh, I don’t hear sh*t


[Verse 5: Kanye West]
The brown hero, live from Ground Zero
Machine gun flow, made of ghetto Ross Perot
And this is disestablishmen-tarianism
With my night goggles on, yeah, military vision
And it’s still a very Christian way to think about livin’
When you prayin’ for freedom ’cause your mind been in prison
‘Cause they tryin’ to control every single big decision
You ain’t effin’ the system, then why the eff is you livin’?
Look, dawg, you can cop whatever suits you on
Three-piece, cuff links and the accoutrements
They been feedin’ us ish without the nutrients
So I’m back with another hit to let the truth be known
And your boy still fresh with the Gucci on
Them Italians sure know how to make what the moulies want
And they really can’t take what dude be on
But I be on the same thing ’til you prove me wrong


[Verse 6: Kanye West]
Colin Powells, Austin Powers
Lost in translation with a whole f*cking nation
They say I was the abomination of Obama’s nation
Well that’s a pretty bad way to start the conversation
At the end of the day, god damn it I’m killing this sh*t
I know damn well y’all feeling this sh*t
I don’t need your pus*y, b*tch, I’m on my own di*k
I ain’t gotta power trip, who you going home with?
How Ye doing? I’m surviving
I was drinking earlier, now I’m driving
Where the bad b*tches, huh? Where you hiding?
I got the power to make your life so exciting

[Verse 7: Kanye West]
Now everything I’m rhyming on cause a Ramadan
Been a don, praying for the families lost in the storm
Bring our troops back from Iraq, keep our troops out of Iran
So the next couple bars, I’mma drop 'em in Islam
They say as-salamu alaykum say wa alaikum assalam
That’s no Oscar Mayer bacon, you should run and tell your mom
Now the question is, how we going stop the next Vietnam
Keep Flex out of Korea, cause you know he drop bombs

[Outro 1: Kanye West & (Dwele)]
Now this will be a beautiful death
(I’m jumping out the window, I’m letting everything go)
You got the power to let power go?

[Break: Swizz Beatz]
Hey, yo, Yeezy
Stop playing with these people, man
They want see you act all crazy in this motherf*cker, man
Take that jacket off and go crazy on them n*ggas, man
You know what I’m talking about

[Verse 8: 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, it’s a hell of a cost, do the dishes
I’m about to hit that Jeff Gordon
Michael Jordan, the only one more important
But I be feeling like Jordan when I’m recording
‘Cause every time I record, I dunk and slap the boards
I don’t know what these rappers gonna do afterwards
Prolly spaz like I might do at the awards
Huh, I got the whole crowd going crazy
Homie, I should be rewarded
Gettin' money, Yeezy, Yeezy, how you do it, huh
Eating Wheaties, drinkin' Fiji, being greedy, huh
Don’t even think you can allude to the rumors
I’m immune to the boos, I’ma prove to you losers
It’s all in time, my n*gga
See, I dreamed my whole life that I could rhyme with Jigga
Now Jay my big brother and B 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 n*ggas don’t hate
Maybe I’ll drop the album, nah, all y’all gotta wait
And on the net, they showing pictures of my Cali place
My Maybach in NY, but it still got the Cali plates
All my old girls know that I’m the one that got away
I think about at Christmas and play some Donny Hathaway
And keep my bulletproof hater coat on
Looking at some photos that I’m looking crazy dope on
Hand up, talking sh*t, yeah, I get my Pope on
And go home with something to poke on
That’s what Dre said, but this what Ye said
How Ye doing? Who Ye screwin?
That’s for my di*k to know, before you get to know him
She ain’t give you ass, that pus*y fictional
I gotta give her the eviction note
‘Tis, get yo’ ass out, b*tch, vamonos
Five seconds to the song and we getting close
I got the power, motherf*cker, if you didn’t know

[Outro 2: Swizz Beatz]
Chill, chill, chill, chill, man
Chill, Ye, chill
sh*t’s burned up already
It’s over

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