Is this thing on? Oh, I thought they silenced us, Ye Power to the people
We livin’ in that 31st century, futuristic fly shit The penthouse is the projects and everybody flies private New watch, know what time it is, watch us (You see us) They can’t stop us, prophets, beyotches
(Kanye West)
No one man should have all that power (Yeah) The clock’s tickin’, I just count the hours (Yeah) Stop trippin’, I’m trippin’ off the power (No one man should have all that power)
(Jay)
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 But do 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
No one man should have all that power (Power-power-power-power-power) And then they And then they And then they And then they
(Kanye)
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 gon’ be American Idols But you could 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 (Power, power) ‘Til then, fuck that, the world’s ours
And then they And then they And then they And then they And then they And then they The power, the power
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 as-salamu alaikum, wa alaikum 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 Beatz)
Showtime! Hey, yo, Yeezy, man, stop playin’ with these people, man They wan’ see you act all crazy in this ma’fucka, man Take that jacket off and go crazy on them niggas, man You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
(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 afterwards Prolly spaz like I might do at the awards Huh, I got the whole crowd goin’ crazy Homie, I should be rewarded Gettin’ money easy, 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