[Chorus: Kanye West]
My raps is better than yours
My plaques is better than yours
My tracks is better than yours
You could have one, but I'd have to charge

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
We can start with the hits on my arm
I already got the bomb
Now all I need is my first LP to go Gold
And then I will have the qualm uh-uh uh-um
I'm Kon the Louis Vuitton Don
Bought my Mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom
Still might throw on a little Lo on
They want me to stop–go on, go on
They don't want me to shop and be spending that hard
"Oh my God, is that a Black Card?"
I turned around and replied "Why yes, 
But I prefer the term African American Express"

[Chorus: Kanye West]
My plaques is better than yours
My raps is better than yours
My tracks is better than yours
You could have one, but I'd have to charge
[Bridge: Kanye West]
La La, La La, la – off MTV
La La, La La, la – when you gonna go out with me?

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Brains, Power, and Muscle like Dame, Puffy, and Russell
Your boy back on his hustle; don't know you, don't discuss you
Every rapper want to know when they can get to work
Every stylist want to know where they can get the shirts
Everybody renting my style like that shit at Hertz
But they don't give me my credit, that's the shit that hurts
There's something I might say, there's something I might play
The beat I might made might make they life change
And save they whole deal, they wrist is on chill
They house is on hill, you could be Lauryn Hill!
See, y'all write songs to keep the lights on
I'ma go in Def Jam and turn the brights on
Man, I'm just sayin' –
When I wanted to rap, y'all thought I was just playin'
Now y'all just prayin'

[Chorus: Kanye West]
'Cause my raps is better than yours
My plaques is better than yours
My tracks is better than yours
You could have one, but I'd have to charge
[Verse 3: Common]
You was a vic in high school, now you a thug?
Better "Step In The Name Of Love"
Before you giving pain a hug
Me to dope, is like 'caine to drugs, 
Or aim to slugs; In the game, I'm plugged, 
Like a scoreboard, with Vice and Warlords
Hot merchandise, prices – they want more for it
You was pink as Ice single, need to think it twice
Over; "The Bitch In Yoo" came out like freaks in the night
Freed your mind at a cheaper price
On the street, trying to seek advice
I'm on point, like I speak to dice
Took the underground to steeper heights
Made real n***as see "The Light," got fat girls eating right

[Outro: Kanye West & Common]
Haha, we in this bitch, yeah
Hahaha
It's Common and Kanye (Yeah!)
Y'all n***as know what time it is – motherfuckers...
Chi-Town, DJ Pharris
Heavy Hitters, what up?
Mike Love, what up?
DJ Enuff!
Pharrell! That's my favorite producer by the way
That's why I had to rap on this
'Cause his tracks is better than yours
My tracks is better than yours
Just Blaze tracks is better than yours
You can have one but we all gonna charrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrge-owww!
Plain Pat, what up?
Big John, what up?
John Monop, what up?
Don C., what up?
J.B., what up?
GLC, what up?
Bang, what up? Yeah
Really Doe, what up?
Arrowstar, what up? Yeah!
Oh, and did I mention the new head of my management – Benny Medina?
Yo, Gee, Hop – we taxin' these n***as right now
Plain Pat, what up? That's all