SERIES ONE: GRADUATION
[Part I: Kanye West - All of the Lights (Megamix)]

[Intro: Choir]
All of the lights
Finny Music
Lights, all of the lights

[Chorus: Rihanna & Childish Gambino]
Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need, want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Hollering at this Japanese girl, Asian mommy
But is it too soon for Japanese girls? Too tsunami?
Is it racist if I say she tastes like edamame?
Was I supposed to stay uncool? Please remind me
(What the fuck is up?)
Yeah, it’s Cheezy, ho
I’m so cheesy, ho, my swag’s got high cholesterol
I know y’all girls, I met them all
You're her ex-man like Cannonball
I ain’t got shit to say to ya, I’m known for bad behavior
Look at me
Man, I went to the W from Double Tree
Makin’ out with girls who black and yellow like a bumblebee
Can I live up to all this hype they have for me? It’s hard to tell
But these girls I’m kissin’ chase the blues away like Gargamel
I’m back in the game, coach put me in
T-Pain flow, all I do is win
With a glass full of Macallan to mess me up
And the cash we can throw at them unless we fuck
Dopeness
After this I hit the highway
I’m headin’ west like I’m fuckin’ blowin’ Kanye
Read the fuckin’ news, Huey Lewis, n***a
You can’t go H.A.M, you’s a Jewish n***a
Donald Glover, you don’t have to call me "Childish"
Except for when I’m flirting with your half-Latino stylist
Photoshoot, beach house playin’ Beach House, free wireless
So I can post these pictures on my website of her smilin’
I kissed this girl I’ve liked since back when I was just a sophomore
But I’m afraid to text her “What the fuck it take so long for?!”
What the fuck has changed? Is it swagger? Is it money?
I still dress the fuckin’ same and my nose is still as ugly
As the day you fuckin’ met me
They tellin’ me I’m the rapper for these white kids
‘Cause black kids can’t possibly like the same shit
I wanna bring you back to the studio, try and get your number
These black girls with natural hair who keep up with their tumblrs
I like it when you tweet me, you smell like baby lotion
I wanna suck your breasts and finger blast to Frank Ocean
Her pussy tastes like vanilla, tasty ho
Clown n***as then I kill ‘em, Gacy flow
It’s crazy how these labels and these blogs are on my dick
I’m Pryor in his last years: comedian who’s sick
Fuck, but I am sick, seriously, I don’t feel so good
‘Cause I don’t get sleep, and I’m always travelin’
And I don’t go home, and my friends don’t call
‘Cause I turned off my phone
I’ve made mistakes, I bumped my head
Inside of this girl, inside of my bed
Whatever, man, I’m just havin’ fun
I’m sorry that I fucked her but now you know that she’s not the one
I’m doin’ you a favor, like every time I rhyme or write a script or do a movie
There’s a million ways to shine, choose one
Instead of what you’re doing tonight
IAMDONALD, coming soon, we've got all of the lights
[Chorus: Childish Gambino & Rihanna]
Turn on the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y’all to see this
Turn on the lights in here, baby
Know what I mean, want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the lights

[Post-Chorus: Elly Jackson & Rihanna]
Fast cars, shooting stars
All of the lights, all of the lights
Until it's Vegas everywhere we are (all of the lights)
If you want it, you can get it for the rest of your life
If you want it, you can get it for the rest of your life

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Something wrong, I hold my head
MJ gone, our n***a dead
I slapped my girl, she called the feds
I did that time and spent that bread
I’m heading home, I’m almost there
I’m on my way, heading up the stairs
To my surprise, a n***a replacing me
I had to take him to that ghetto university

[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West]
(All of the lights) Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights
Strobe lights, street lights (All of the lights, all of the lights)
Fast life, drug life, thug life
Rock life, every night (All of the lights)
[Chorus: Rihanna]
Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need, want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the lights

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
It's cold as hell, I show and tell
Weezy home, our n***a out of jail!
In this "give or take" world I got what it takes
Put you out your misery: Kathy Bates
I'm Young Money, I'm Cash Money
If we could buy time I'd spend my last money
Now I'm spending time, you in the blind
This little light of mine, I'mma let it shine (All of the lights)
Bright lights, night lights, headlights, shh
No lights but them infrared lights
Long life, don't like to ask twice
You killing me baby, this the past life

[Hook: Rihanna]
(All of the lights)
Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need
Want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the lights
[Verse 4: Big Sean]
Ready, set, go, go, go, go, go
Go til you can't go no more
I'm ill times ill, dope plus dope
"Westside bitch," quote, unquote
Woah there boy, don't go there ho
If you cross that line I might overload
I swear these lights, lights, lights be talking to me
But I can't read Morse Code
Why every rapper named "Big" got bodied, huh?
But every rapper named "Sean" got money, ooh?
Well I guess my chances are 50/50
But my vision is 20/20 so I be counting a hundred 100's
Oh my Allah, Lordy lordy lordy, I took your chick
Now you want beef and I am chuckling like I'm Porky
Cause you spend all day with her spooning
I spend all night with her forking
There's a one-way ticket to Hell and
They want these bullets to book it for me
I'm shitting on every statistic that said I'd be dead or fuckin broke
This is history, your kids' kids' kids' kids' kids gonna book report me
And I think they want to murder me
I'm shining hard, because bitch I'm an emergency

[Chorus: Rihanna]
Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need, want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the lights

[Bridge: Kid Cudi]
Getting mine, baby
Got to let these n***as know, yeah
Getting right, babe
You should go and get your own
Getting mine, baby
Got to let these n***as know, yeah
Getting right, babe
You should go and get your own

[Verse 3: Fergie, (Rihanna), & Drake]
Unemployment line, credit card declined
Did I not mention I was about to lose my mind?
And also was about to do that line
K, okay, you know we going all the way this time
We going all the way this time
We going all the way this time
(We going all the way this time)
We going all the way this time

[Chorus: Choir]
Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need, want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the lights

[Outro: Alicia Keys & (Elton John)]
Whoa, whoa
(I tried to tell you but all I could say was ohh)
Whoa, whoa
(I tried to tell you but all I could say was ohh)
Whoa, whoa
(I tried to tell you but all I could say was ohh)
Whoa, whoa
(I tried to tell you but all I could say)

[Part II: Kanye West - No More Parties in LA (Megamix)]

[Intro: Johnny "Guitar" Watson & Junie Morrison]
La-di-da-da-a, da-a (I like this flavor)
La-da-da-da-di-da-da-a, la-a (la-a, la-a, la-a)
Let me tell you, I'm out here
From a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far

[Chorus: Kanye West, Junie Morrison & Ghostface Killah]
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more
Los Angeles
Please (shake that body, party that bod-)
Please (shake that body, party that body)
Please (shake that body, party that body)

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Hey Killa, you forgot your soda dawg
My mama kitchen stankin' from the last order dawg
So many cocaine transactions I don't recall
Was Lit, tell The Judge and The Preacher Presiding Over Ya'll
Fuck The Police protocol
We Choppin' Loads Up, In The Crib
No Heat by the stove My toes froze up
N***as like to fuck up their re-up money
Get rolled up
Bullet holed-up
Ran off on the plug once (Once N***a)
Minor setback, major comeback
Bitches at the Ritz Carlton I was dumb hype
I dropped the chicken Then remixed it Was dumb white
Fuck her pretty face And that pussy Hoe what your funds like
Fucked her in some $5000 shoes I punch right
Allergic to these weak assholes, n***a gesundheit
Miss my harlem bitch Buss that pussy open In one night
But last time I was Out in New York I got in a gunfight
Blowbiz to the showbiz
I kick rap burnin Like kermit sippin on
Hoe tears
Million dollar world tour A n***a with no spins
Everyday I got a new cousin N***a we no Kin
And all this internet shit Fucked up the era
That bitch ain't been the same Since Ye' dropped her off
At the airport
They only gave us 28 days So make it last
The black delegation Would like to trade Stacey Dash
For a Adele, Margot Robbie Let's Get It Poppin'
We On, Fuck It For an even trade We'll throw in a Raven Symone
Filthy Jet Black n***a Backstage full of white bitches
No I don't sell like Macklemore But I've got White Privilege
Try not to sell crack no more Trynna stay out the prison
That Heron shit I'll get your ass A gas price sentence
That snitchin' shit Will get your family And your wife missin'
Play position These n***as friendly As a box of puppies
I drop big nuts On this game They holdin' chicken nuggets
My backwood rollin' is dirty You smell that
Seen myself on comedy central Hope they bring Chappelle back
Feds listenin', all this talk About the scale back
Seen india love n***s A n***a trying to nail that
A couple weeks I'm in Toronto I'ma see all my bitches
But all my n***as can't cross the border For that all star shit
But n***as be creepin' during the weekend Give her that all star dick
I want that pussy, head, mouth Ass, and all that shit
Cocaine Parties In L.A
Throw Ya' Set Up At Some More Gang Parties In L.A
I Know Some Neighborhood Pirus Who sell yay
I know homies With them pound 6 - o's (R60) and 8 Trays
Shoutout to my mexican partner Forgot about em
When he come across the border We throwin' a powder party

[Chorus: Kanye West, Junie Morrison & Ghostface Killah]
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more
Los Angeles
Please (shake that body, party that bod-)
Please (shake that body, party that body)
Please (shake that body, party that body)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar & Kanye West]
Hey, baby, you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van"
Uhm—well, cutie—I like your bougie booty
Come, Erykah-Badu-me—well, let's make a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the dots
A country girl that love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite
Liquor pouring and n***as swarming your section with erection
Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians
R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers
Music and iPhone cameras
This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, I think
That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew you in this motherfucker on first class
Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag
Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math?
That shit don't add up, you're making him mad as fuck
She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper
I said baby, spin that 'round and say the alphabet backwards
You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good n***a's confidence
Just 'cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is
The head still good though, the head still good though
Make me say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
Make a n***a say big words and act lyrical
Make me get spiritual
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Cap'n Crunch cereal
Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me
Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday
Bottle service, head service, I came in first place
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek
The pop community, I mean these bitches come with union fee
And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets
Then my shoe released, she was kickin' in gratuity
And yeah G, I was all for it
She said, "K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet"
I'ma put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy

[Chorus: Kanye West]
Scary, scary
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Friday night tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat somethin' pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the first place
Second class bitches wouldn't let me on first base
A backpack n***a with luxury taste buds
And the Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
Got pussy from beats I did for n***as more famous
When did I become A list? I wasn't even on a list
Strippers get invited to where they only got hired
When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choir
Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my n***as with babies by bitches
That use they kids as meal tickets
Not knowin' the disconnect from the father
The next generation will be the real victims
I can't fault 'em, really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't goin' back to Philly
Back to our regularly scheduled programmin'
Of weak content and slow jammin'
But don't worry, this one's so jammin'
You know it, LA, it's so jammin'

[Outro: Junie Morrison]
Let me tell you, I'm out here from a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far
Swish

[Part III: Kanye West - Freestyle 4 (Megamix)]

[Intro: Kanye West]
This that rap god shit n***a
I rip every one of these mothafuckas down, aye
Rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Closed eyes, see things
Fire up, tweaking
You in my freak dreams
You in my freak dreams
Bad bitch, you dig that
Get stacks, drive cars
Whip out, bitch out
Tits out, oh shit
My dick out, can she suck it right now?
Fuck, can she fuck right now?
I done asked twice now
Can you bring your price down?
Lil Boosie with the wipe down
A little woozy but I'm nice now
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now?
What the, what the fuck right now?
What if we fuck right now?
What if we fucked right in the middle
Of this mothafuckin' dinner table?
What if we fucked at this Vogue party?
Would we be the life of the whole party?
Shut down the whole party
Would everybody start fuckin'?
Would everybody start fuckin'?
Would everybody start fuckin'?
They don't want nothin'
You mothafuckas livin' like half of your level, half of your life
I smack her on her ass if she ghetto, I ain't gon' lie
We be in the bathroom fuckin' like "baby, don't get too loud!"
I can, I can see it, yeah

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Bite that n***a
Right now

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Cause I'm not one (woo!)
When it come to a vision, they ain't got one (woo!)
Rolling Stone never gave me a cover so
Hmmm (god) So I shot one! (woo!)
I ain't do college (woo!) I said fuck them lessons (yeah)
I ain't join no gang, I said fuck them weapons (yeah)
Grabbed the keyboard, Clancy crossed my path (woo!)
Cashed my first check and said fuck depression, n***a
(Got this money!)
N***a what you scared for? (woo!)
Everybody lean, everybody gang though (right)
N***a you a new slave, I'm an old one
Thanks to Ben Yang, still walk around with chains on (right)
Like you ain't seen no shit like mine
You ain't seen no dick like mine
Nah, pause
Waddup

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Kanye West]
What the, what the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now? (Right now!)
What the fuck right now? (Golf Wang, n***a!)
What the fuck right now? (A$AP Gang, n***a!)
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now? (ay ay ay ay)
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now? (ay man)
(These n***as don't even understand! Goddamn, man!)

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Tell yo dickheads I'ma go nuts (woo)
N***as told me to grow up (huh?!)
So I matured to a V10 (skrrt, skrrt)
I'm in a vacant lot doin' donuts (skrrt, skrrt)
There go my ego, Leggo my Eggo
Never sip syrup, shout my n***a Scooty
Y'all don't want beef, let us know he can eat that bread
Cause he pushin' that mayo, fuego (Ow!)
Respect when you see him
Boy, last album was a musical museum
Somethin' always lost with you n***as like Liam
Neeson, boy, you better run (yeah!)
Here I come, snortin' glitter, portrait pictures
I don't run with many cause their walk is bitter
N***as mad at T, where the tall freckled white boys at?
Cause I don't fuck with n***as (woo!)
That's not my homie, that's not my woadies (yeah!)
That's not my team, n***a, they're benchwarmers (fuck'em!)
I am a stormer, I am a trooper (fuck'em!)
I am a Koopa, bring the losses now, you assume as I moved it
I run the business, I do not got time for n***as' opinions
They fuckin' stupid, don't need 'em, don't want 'em
I drop 'em, they're deadweight, them n***as useless
Neck heavy like mothafuckin' bad news (woo!)
Thanks to Ben Baller, walkin' with a hunchback
I got a new white one that I worked hard for
So the doors on my car doin' jump jacks (riiight)
My big bro Frankie got a Porsche (huh?!)
My little brother Taco got a Bimmer
If you see 'em around me, they eatin'
We all good, it's like FEMA, but of course

[Interlude: A$AP Rocky]
Get money, n***a! Get money!
All you funny lookin' n***as, back the fuck up!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, man

[Bridge: Tyler, the Creator]
I wanted to add this
I sit in room with a to do list
Proceed to do and play acoustics, you
Sit around and look at me feelin' foolish
Rollin' up and make excuses, fuckin' losers

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck them n***as! Ayy man, ayy man!
Ayy I just got one mothafuckin' question
Why the fuck these n***as wanna look like me now?
Why the fuck these hoes wanna fuck a n***a like me now?
Why the fuck these n***as frontin' like n***as ain't been invented the swag they runnin' with?
Why the fuck is n***as actin' like n***as ain't the originators of this shit?
Man, I tell these n***as they can die and suck a dick!

[Verse 4: A$AP Ferg]
Sway I got all the answers (right)
Yams, Is chilling with my grandma (right)
They can have it with Donda (right)
R.I.P to Ye mama (right)
Why they crucify Cosby? (yeah)
Why they scrutinize my peeps? (yeah)
Blew the noises off my sphinx
Why they keep fuckin' with Yasiin?
Why they break all of our leaders? (yeah)
To make us all non-believers? (uh)
To make us all non-believers? (uh)
This ain't all for no reason (yeah)
They try to fuck up our lineage(right)
They think we dumb, they not seeing it (right)
The news is bull, I ain't reading it (right)
Hood Pope, I'm the new Jesus (right)
I'm the new Jesus (right)
I'm the new Jesus (right)
I'm the new Jesus (right, yeah)
(Hood Pope, I'm the new Jesus)

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
I tell a bitch quit playing
Stick to the plan (uhh)
Then I take you out the dirt and turn it into sand
Just trust in what I'm saying (and quit)
Quit asking what's gotten into me
You don't need a n***a with them tender tendencies
I think you need a lil' more Hennessy
Fuck your man, I'll be your sensei
I could teach you how to keep the rent paid
Got the schedule boomin', I mean poppin'
Poppin' to the point the phone die in mid-day (brrt)
But I call you late night just to fall through
Bust a nut and then regret it like a n***a always do
But don't I always hit you with the hit back
And if I ever fucked another bitch I pretended it was you
I admit that, not saying that I did that
Chill, chill, chill, take it easy, Yeezy, don't be going all Kill Bill
Show respect to the whole squad and Yeezy Yeezy
I'ma give you everything you fucking needed

[Bridge: Big Sean & Kanye West]
Believe it
Straight up
Whoa, whoa, whoa
(too loud)
I can, I can see it, yeah

[Outro: Desiigner]
Hey, I want it right now
Ball on them n***as, get heated and shot down
You get hit with the pie now
Rolls with killa money n***a get by now
Right now, right now
I'm with n***as that have been to Versailles now
Side now, slide down