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[Intro - Swizz Beatz] This is something special This is something new (Repeat) [Mos Def] The power of observation Marvels and frights and strange delights Attributes, properties, disciplines and novelties Ecstatic patterns in the calendar design Wilderness tours guided by and for the blind Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shade He knew those lights only grew bright to fame Dead wrong pageantry, lottery and games Sleight of hand provided by extravagant and fake The carnival tilt bell will hustle for the age They clutch what they covet, but what must they give away Who was uninvited, who was asked to come and stay Surprise it's your life, it's your business anyway So please, pardon these and such curious minds Peace, safe passage, precious time Hither and gone, the day of days Yonky yone this tiny stone illuminated by a star far gone Only a star so large, many more To make our largest star show small Furthermore, the end is not the end no stop but a pause What we can witness is all that is at all Cuss the mock over scotch and pork chops The passion, expansion, the order of the random See the dreamers see the sleepers Why would you wake 'em, sweet Jesus and life on Earth Seek heaven first Let put in this work [Charlie Wilson - Chorus] Lord Lord Lord Lord Lord Lord Lord... Lord (Repeat) (This is something special) (This is something new) [Kanye West] Her heels set the mood Where did you acquire those are liars When I met you I heard Jesus bells, strings and a choir I got lines better than n-ggas albums, plural King of the urban make your sh-t sound rural She said I hit it so deep she need an epidural Them other n-ggas have you looking like a squirrel And that's nuts I only hang around with white boys that like black sluts. Tell em Plain Pat yo that track sucks We aint dissin' you between The position you play something for us to listen to I'm tryin' to worry about my scratch minus the crabs I aint stopping for you n-ggas like yellow cabs I got scripts so why we need a movie And if I'm a douche than put me in your coochie I swear they should have never gave these n-ggas looseleaf And excuse me if I'm trapped by the boobies Booby trap, holla back [Swizz Beatz] AK on the lap like what's that Click clack [Charlie Wilson - Chorus] Lord Lord Lord Lord Lord Lord Lord... Lord (Repeat) (This is something special) (This is something new) [Swizz Beatz] All white Bentley I call that momma My life crazy, like Obama's You talk slick well I'm Osama Bin Laden, what's happenin' I get it crackin' All black carbon, Ima rich yeah It's gonna take you a couple years to get this here Thank AP while they thank me And I'd be mad too if you aint me Call me Mr Deeds or Mister boss See me riding clean in a Rolls Royce N-ggas talking funny that's old money N-ggas looking crazy but they acting funny Nowadays rappers, they like bloggers You see me I'ma a bank hogger Coming through your hood and I brings trucks With 25′s on it like what the f-ck Hundred feet and better why they f-ck you stick Paparzzi on the water, why the f-ck you stick My face got the f-ck you pricks My beats go hard like f-ck you d-cks Pourin' champagne damn thing Sit there rockin' suede n-gga in the damn rain Aint a damn thing, money aint a damn thing Ask Yeezy and Mos we do the God damn thing Get down to the precious lovers [Charlie Wilson - Chorus] Lord Lord Lord Lord Lord Lord Lord... Lord (Repeat) (This is something special) (This is something new) [Raekwon] Ayo, open glass on my fingers I sit back like I'm caged but still cakin' My n-ggas is hatin' It's like being in the livest Lambo in the hood You a piece of steak I'd rather be that than some bacon Every project is a throne, only just bigger stones they throw That why I wear a big hat and roll weed Where you going, if you don't know where you came or when you came All you know is weed and cocaine Non believers, no game I'm zooted down, rollin' a spliff Maxin' flamin' like wheels got traction I'm son he's attracted Guaranteed to service the real n-ggas Or cruisin' in a Volvo A duffle for dolo, puffy polo That blow house is where I reside Live amongst fiends, countin' currency, hittin' blunts Only to hear the door rumble Grab the four, hope it aint the law Or maybe some n-gga tryna score [Charlie Wilson - Chorus] Lord Lord Lord Lord Lord Lord Lord... Lord (Repeat) (This is something special) (This is something new)
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