[Otis Redding] 
It makes it easier, easier to bear 
You won’t regret it, no, no 
No, girl they won’t forget it 
Love is their home 
Happiness yeah 
Sq-sq-sq-squeeze her, don’t tease her 
Never leave her… 

[Jay-Z] 
Sounds so soulful don’t you agree 

I invented swag 
Poppin’ bottles, puttin’ supermodels in the cab, proof 
I guess I got my swagger back, [bad word] 
New watch alert, Hublot’s 
Or the big face Rollie I got two of those 
Arm out the window through the city I maneuver slow 
 [bad word] back, snap back 
See my cut through the holes 

[Kanye West] 
 [bad word] Yeezy and Hov, 
Where the [bad word] ya been? 
Niggas talkin real reckless: stuntmen 
I adopted these niggas, Phillip [bad word] ‘em 
Now I’m bout to make them tuck they whole summer in 
They say I’m crazy, well, I’m ’bout to go dumb again 
They aint see me cause I pulled up in my other Benz 
Last week I was in my other other Benz 
Throw your diamonds up cause we in this [bad word] another ‘gain 

[Jay-Z] 
Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth 
I’m ’bout to call the paparazzi on myself 
Uh, live form the Mercer  [bad word] up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya 
Flee in the G450 I might surface 
Political refugee, asylum can be purchased 
Uh, everythings for sale, I got 5 passports 
I’m never going to jail 

[Kanye West] 
I made “Jesus Walks” I’m never going to [bad word] 
Couture level flow, it’s never going on sale 
Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses 
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive 
I get it custom, you a customer 
You ain’t ‘customed to going through Customs, you ain’t been nowhere, huh? 
And all the ladies in the house, got ‘em showing off 
I’m done, I hit ya up mana-naaaa! 

[Jay-Z] 
 [bad word] to Havana 
Smoking cubanos with Castro in cabanas 
Viva Mexico, Cubano 
Dominicano, all the plugs that I know 
Driving Benzes, wit’ no benefits 
Not bad huh? For some immigrants 
Build your fences, we diggin’ tunnels 
Can’t you see? We gettin’ money up under you 

[Kanye] 
Can’t you see the private jets flyin’ over you? 
Maybach bumper sticker read “What would Hova do?” 
Jay is chillin’, ‘Ye is chillin’ 
What more can I say? We killin’ ‘em 
Hold up, before we end this campaign 
As you can see, we done bodied the [bad word] lames 
Lord, please let them accept the things they can’t change 
And pray that all of their pain be champagne