Is this thing on? Oh, I thought they silenced us, Ye Power to the people 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, 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?” Lookin’ at life through sunglasses and a sunroof You have the power to get out from up under you Fuck Rollies, labels, fuck what everybody wants from you They tryna Axl Rose you, welcome to the jungle To be continued, we on that Norman Mailer shit In search of the truth, even if it goes through Taylor Swift Tell her this (Kanye) Now when I walk in, everybody do the “Power” clap (х4) Fresh for the club, I just took a half an hour nap, clap (x3) I seen people go crazy on the whole world, an hour lap, clap(x3) My socket was out the plug, now it’s time to get the power back, clap (x2) 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 gon’ 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, doin’ my grown dance I don’t stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitch I’m on my Van Gogh, I don’t hear shit No one man should have all that power The clock’s tickin’, I just count the hours Stop trippin’, I’m trippin’ off the power ‘Til then, fuck that, the world’s ours And then they (х6)
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, I’ma drop them in Islam They say asalaamalaikum, wa’salaikum asalaam That’s 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 (Swizz)
(Kanye) 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 ’bout to hit that Jeff Gordon Michael Jordan, the only one more important But I be feelin’ like Jordan when I’m 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, I’m a prude to you losers It’s all in time, my nigga See, I dreamed my whole life that I could rhyme with Jigga Now Jay my big brother and Bey my li’l sister And excuse me, but, you can’t see my li’l sister Number one sound across the board, hey Number one now and forevermore, hey Number one rule is niggas don’t hate Maybe I’ll drop the album, nah, all y’all 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 I’m 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’ shit, 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 dick to know, before you get to know ‘im She ain’t give you ass? That pussy fictional I gotta give her the eviction note ‘Tis “Get yo’ ass out, bitch, vamonos” Five seconds to the song, and we gettin’ close I got the power, ma’fucka,if you didn’t know.