Monster... How should I feel? Creatures lie here Looking through the window... (исполнитель: Drake feat. Kanye West, Lil Wayne & Eminem)
Drake] Last name ever, first name greatest Like a sprained ankle boy, I ain't nothin' to play with Started off local, but thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first name basis In your city faded off the brown, nino She insists she got more class, we know Swimming in the [bad word] and find me, Nemo If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo Dropped a mixtape, that [bad word] sounded like an album Who'd of thought a country wide tour be the [bad word] Labels want my name beside an X like Malcolm Everybody got a deal, I did it without one Yeah, niggas, I'm about my business Killin' all these rappers, you would swear I had a hitlist Everyone who doubted me is askin' for forgiveness If you ain't been a part of it, at least you got to witness [bad word] Kanye] I used to have hood dreams, big fame, big chains I stuck my [bad word] inside this life until that [bad word] came And went hard all fall like the ball teams Just so I could make it rain, all spring Y'all seen my story, my glory I had raped the game young, you could call it statutory When a [bad word] blow up, they gon' build statues for me Old money, Benjamin Button, what? nothin Nah, superbad chicks giving me McLovin You would think I ran the world like Michelle's husband You would think these niggas know me when they really doesn't Like they was down with the old me, no you [bad word] wasn't "Uh, you such a [bad word] loser He ain't even go to class, Bueller" Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back 'ember she had that bad hip like a [bad word] pack? Chasing the stardom'll turn you to a maniac All the way in Hollywood and I can't even act They pull they cameras out, and God [bad word] they snap I used to want this thing forever, y'all can have it back Lil Wayne] Ok, hello its the martian, "Space Jam" Jordans I want this [bad word] forever, wake up and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target If I had one guess, then I guess I'm just New Orleans And I will never stop like [bad word] from the cops hopped up in my car, and told my chauffeur to the top Life is like a [bad word] roller-coaster then it drops But what should I scream for? this is my theme park My mind shine even when my thoughts seems dark Pistol on my side you don't wanna see that thing talk Let the theme talk, check the price and pay attention Lil Wayne, thats what they gotta say I'm itchin I'm like Nevada in the middle of the summer I'm restin in the lead, I need a pillow and a cover My foots sleepin on the gas, no break pads no such thing as last Eminem] There they go, back in stadiums as Shady spits his flow Nuts they go, macadamian and they go so balistic whoa He can make them look like bozos hes wonderin if he should spit this slow [bad word] no, go for broke, his cup [bad word] over oh no He aint had a buzz like this since the last time he overdosed They've been waiting patiently for pinnochio to poke his nose Back into the game and they know, rap will never be the same as before Bashin into the brains of these hoes, and establishin a name as he goes The passion and the flame is ignited, you cant put it out once we light it This [bad word] is exactly what the [bad word] that I'm talking bout when we riot You dealin' with a few [bad word] villians Who stand inside of the booth [bad word] spillin' And spit [bad word] feelings until them two feelings [bad word] flyin' up out of our mouths, then rewind it Payback, [bad word] for the way you got at me, How's it taste? I'ma slap the taste out of your mouths With the bass so loud that it shakes the place I'm Hannibal Lecter, so just in case You're thinkin' of saving face You ain't gonna have no face to save by the time I'm through with this, play some Drake