Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Kanye West & Jay-Z - Otis feat. Otis Redding
Watch The Throne leaks, baby. Like really, this won't hurt them one bit. Great record to!
Download - Otis feat. Otis Redding (Prod. Kanye) [itunes]
[Kanye West]I made Jesus walks so never going to hellCouture level flow is never going on saleLuxury rap, the Hermes of versesSophisticated ignoranceWrite my curses in cursiveI get it customYou a customerYou aint accustomed to going through customsYou aint been nowhere huh?And all the ladies in the house got them showing off[Jay-Z]Welcome to HavannaSmoking Cubana’s with Castro in Cabana’sViva Mexico, Cubana, DominicanoAll the plugs that I knowDriving Benz’s, With no benefitsNot bad huh? for some immigrantsBuild your fences, we diggin’ tunnels[Kanye]Can’t you see the private jets flying over youMaybach bumper sticker read “What would Hova do?”Jay is chillin, Ye is chillinWhat more can I sayWe killin’ ‘emHold up before we in this campaignAs you can see we bodied the damn lamesLord please let them accept the things they cant change
[Jay-Z]Sounds so soulful don’t you agreeI invented swagPoppin bottles putting supermodels in the cabProofI guess I got my swagger backTruth. New watch alert, Hublot’sOr the big face Rollie I got two of thoseArm out the window through the city I maneuver slowCock back, snap back
See my cut through the holes
[Kanye West]Damn Yeezy and Hov,Where the hell ya been?N*ggas talkin real reckless: stuntmanI adopted these n*ggas, Phillip Drummond themNow I’m bout to make them tuck they whole summer inThey say I’m crazy but I’m ’bout to go dumb againThey aint see me cause I pulled up in my other BenzLast week I was in my other other Benz
Throw your diamonds up cause we in this bitch and up again
[Jay-Z]Photo shoot freshLooking like wealthI’m about to call the paparazzi on myselfUh, live form the Mercer, run up on Yeezy the wrong wayI might murk yaFlee in the G450 I might surfacePolitical refugee asylum can be purchasedUh, everythings for sale, I got 5 passports
I’m never going to jail
I’m done I hit ya up, manana!
Can’t you see we gettin money up under you
And pray that all of their pain be champagne
Thanx to You Heard That New