Kanye West feat. Mos Def , Swizz Beatz , Raekwon & Charlie Wilson Lord Lord Lord Lyrics

(Mos Def)

Yeah, yeah, there I go
There it is
It's an amazing sound
Look around
Power of observation

(Swizz Beatz)

(This is somethin' special)
(This is somethin' new)

(Mos)

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 standin' still, sweatin' through the shade
He knew those lights only grew bright to fade
Dead wrong paegeantry, lottery and games
Sleight of hand provided by extravagant and fake
The carnival tilt bell, a hustle for the age
They clutch what they covet, 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, Yawm al-Qiyamah
This tiny stone illuminated by a star born (born)
Not only star so large, many more
To make our largest star show small, furthermore
The end is not the end, no stop but a pause
And what we can witness isn't all there 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
In life on Earth
Seek heaven first
Spoil his work

(Charlie Wilson)

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord
Lord

(Kanye West)

Her heels set the mood: Where did you acquire those Alias?
When I met you, I heard Jesus' bell, strings and a choir
I got lines that's better than n____s' albums, plural
King of the urban, make your s___ sound rural
She said her head is so deep, she need a epidural
Them other n____s have you lookin' like a squirrel
That a__ nuts, I only hang with white boys that like black s___s
Tell 'em, Plain Pat, yo, that track sucks
We ain't dissin' you, between the positions, you play something for us to listen to
I'm tryna worry 'bout my scratch minus the crabs
I ain't stoppin' for you n____s like yellow cabs
I got scripts, so why we need a movie?
And if I'm a douche, then put me in your coochie
I swear they shoulda never gave these n____s looseleaf
And excuse me if I'm trapped by the b___ies
b___y-trapped
Holla back

(Swizz)

And you know how we get it in
You know, AK on the lap like "What's that?"
Click-clack

(Wilson)

Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord

(Swizz)

All white Bentley, I call that mama
My life crazy, like Obama's
You talk slick, well, I'm Osama
Bin Laden, I'm what's happen', I get it crackin'
All black carbon, on my wrist, yeah
It's gon' take you a couple years to get this here
Thank AP, well, they thank me
And I'd be mad, too, if you ain't me
Call me Mr. Deeds, or Mr. Boss
See me ridin' clean, in a Rolls-Royce
n____s talkin' funny, that's old money
n____s lookin' crazy, but they talkin' funny
Nowadays, rappers, they like bloggers
You see me, I'm a bank-hogger
Comin' through your hood, in a Brinks truck
With 25s on it like what the f___
Hunt and feed 'em better, what the f___ you stick?
Paparazzi on the water, what the f___ you stick?
My face got the f___-you-p____s
My beats go hard like f___-you d___s
Pourin' champagne, d___ thing
See me rockin' suede, n____, in the d___ rain
Ain't a d___ thing, money ain't a d___ thing
Ask Yeezy and Mos, we do the g______ thing
Get down to the precious lovers

(Wilson)

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord

(Raekwon)

Ay, yo, open glass on my fingers
I sit back like I'm caged, but still cakin', while n____s is hatin'
It's like bein' in the livest Lambo in the hood
You a piece of steak, I rather be that than some bacon
Every project is a throne, only just bigger stones they throw
That's why I wear a big hat and roll
Where you goin' if you don't know where you came or when you came?
All you know is we the cocaine, non-believers, no gain
I'm zooted down, rollin' a spliff, maxin'
Flamin' like wheels got traction, I'm son, he's attractive
Guaranteed to service them real n____s, and crusin' in a Volvo
A duffel for dolo, puffy Polo
The blowhouse is where I resided once
Live amongst fiends, countin' currency, hittin' blunts
Only to hear the door rumble
Grab the four, hope it ain't the law
Or maybe some n____ tryna score

(Wilson)

Everybody say
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
La-la-la-la, Lord, Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord

That's kinda how, this rapper's keys
Mos Def, them's rapper's keys

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