rembrandt - yeezy rant lyrics
[intro: kanye west]
everybody says, “who does he think he is?”
i just told you who i thought i was: a god
i just told you! that’s who i think i am
would it been better if i had a song that said ‘i am a n-gga?’
or if i had a song called ‘i am a gangsta?’
or if i had a song called ‘i am a pimp?’
all those colors and patinas fit better on a person like me, right?
[verse 1]
told the judge all my n-ggas hustling, not out of greed, but out of struggling
get caught with a lil’ weed, now can’t get a f-cking job or nothing
but n-ggas gotta eat, so they gonna f-cking rob or something
so n-ggas in the street, tryna make something out of nothing
that’s a little alchemy
you posed to play hard, when these n-ggas play for keeps
put a n-gga in a jail cell and profit off of me
cause rehabilitation for a minority in the nation, that’s a good lie
so i’mma wait for a good night
put on my hood like i’m trayvon
then kick in your door and take everything like i got eight arms
i might steal your car then crash the sh-t
f-ck your daughters and yo’ b-tch
might steal your dog on some ignorant sh-t
that’s the sh-t they like, man
that’s the sh-t they fear, though
that’s the sh-t that’s real, but it won’t stop
bunch of white girls bumping chief keef in some f-cking flip flops
ya’ll like the music but aye, ya’ll cross the street if a n-gga ever crossed your way
yelling f-ck these corporations, you n-ggas can’t control me
yelling f-ck these dirty cops these n-ggas tryna ho me
i’ll build a soapbox right up on yo’ sh-t
and let these n-ggas know that you really ain’t controlling sh-t
revolution televised, they won’t let it go that far
but it’s all good n-gga put that sh-t right up on worldstar
speak a little knowledge and they think you went to college
telling me you speak well for a black guy
oh sh-t, is that right
[kanye west]
but to state you are a god…
especially when you got shipped over to the country that you’re in
and your last name is a slave owner’s
how could you say that?
how could you have that mentality?
[verse 2]
land of the free, but man, freedom ain’t free
i tried to buy some f-cking freedom, they said they don’t take no ebt
like, what the f-ck you n-ggas mean
how you already judging me
cause i’m 19 years old and i won’t kiss no -ss
throw a banker out the window like wall street crashed
cause i’m over it, i’m over it
i might shoot a cop, just for fun
let me see your hand and then i hand you the gun
like, hold the b-tch, hold the b-tch. n-gga, can you hold the b-tch
cause i’m marching around town like a n-gga on his soldier sh-t
young chris dorner, k!ll a n-gga for speaking the truth
but f-ck these cops, what a n-gga gon’ do
f-ck that sh-t, pitting me against you
but it’s us against them
n-gga
look at the color of our skin
n-gga
think getting rich will stop them triggers
n-gga
how the f-ck do you figure
n-gga
getting rich will stop them looks
n-gga
read a book and they still get shook
n-gga
take what yours and you a crook
n-gga
and you wonder why
cause in they eyes at the end of the day you still a n-gga and i can’t lie
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