Everything I Am - Kanye West, DJ Premier

Oh oh ohoo.

damn, here we go again.

Oh oh ohoo.

Common passed on this beat, i made it to a jam,

now everything im not, made me everything i am.

damn, here we go again.

people talkin shit, but when the shit hit the fan

everything i’m not, made me everything i am.

I never be picture-perfect-Beyonce

Be light as Albi or black as Chauncey

Remember him from Blackstreet

He was as black as the street was

I’ll never be laid back as his beat was

I never could see why people’ll reach a Fake-ass facad they couldn’t keep up

Y’see how I creeped up?

Y’see how I played a big role in Chicago like Queen Latifah?

I never rock a mink coat in the winter time like Killa Cam

Or rock some mink boots in the summertime like will.i.am

Let me know if you feel it man

Cause everything I’m not, made me everything I am Damn, here we go again.

everybody sayin’what’s not for him

everything I’m not, made me everything I am damn, here we go again.

people talk shit, but when shit hits the fan

everything I’m not, made me everything I am and i’m back to tear it up haters, start your engines

I hear 'em gearin’up

people talk so much shit about me at barbershops

they forget to get their haircut

okay fair enough, the streets is flarin’up

cause they want gun-talk, or I don’t wear enough

baggy clothes, Reebok’s, or A-di-dos

can I add that he do spaz out at his shows

so say goodbye to the NAACP award

goodbye to the In-di-a Arie award

they’d rather give me the nigga-please award

but I’ll just take the I-got-alotta-cheese award

damn, here we go again.

everything I’m not, made me everything I am damn, here we go again.

people talk shit, but when shit hits the fan

everything I’m not, made me everything I am

I know that people wouldn’t usually rap this

but I got the facts to back this

just last year, Chicago had over 600 caskets

man, killin’s some wack shit

oh, I forgot, 'cept for when nigga’s is rappin'

do you know what it feel like when people is passin'?

he got changed over his chains, a block off Ashlin

I need to talk to somebody, pastor

the church want time, so I can’t afford to pay

the slip on the door, cause I can’t afford to stay

my 15 seconds up, but I got more to say

That’s enough Mr. West, please no more today

damn, here we go again.

everybody sayin’what’s not for him

everything I’m not, made me everything I am damn, here we go again.

people talk shit, but when shit hits the fan

everything I’m not, made me everything I am