Versuri 21. Last Call

Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost 
For making me do this shit, muh'fucker 
Had to throw everybody out the motherfucking room 
'Cause they don't fucking 
I'd like to propose a toast 
I said toast motherfucker 
 
And I am 
(Here's to The Roc) 
And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them 
(Mr Rocafella) 
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky 
This is the last call for alcohol, for the 
So get your ass up off the bar 
 
The all around the world, Digital Underground, Pac 
The Rudloph the red nosed reindeer of the Roc 
I take my chain, my fifteen seconds of fame 
And come back next year with the whole fucking game 
 
Ain't nobody expect Kanye to end up on top 
They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop 
Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself 
Rocafella's only niggaz that help 
 
My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair 
Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air here 
They say he bourgie, he big headed 
Won't you please stop talking about how my dick head is 
 
Flow infectious, give me ten seconds 
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas 
It's funny how wasn't nobody interested 
'Til the night I almost killed myself in Lexus 
 
And I am 
(Here's to The Roc) 
And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them 
(Mr Rocafella) 
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky 
This is the last call for alcohol, for the 
So get your ass up off the bar 
 
Now was Kanye the most overlooked? Yes, sir 
Now is Kanye the most overbooked? Yes, sir 
Though the fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest 
But all they got left is this guy called West 
 
Better take Freeway, throw him on tracks with Mos Def 
Call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z 
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and, ooh 
It come out sweeter than old Sadie 
 
Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards 
Girl, he had with him, ass coulda' won the horse awards 
And I was almost famous, now everybody love Kanye 
I'm almost Raymond 
 
Some say he arrogant, can y'all blame him? 
It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him 
Last year shoppin' my demo, I was tryin' to shine 
Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme 
 
Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem 
Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams 
I use it as my gas so they say that I'm gassed 
But without it I'd be last so I ought to laugh 
 
So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more 
You niggaz wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more 
You can't say shit to Kanye West no more 
I rocked twenty thousand people, I was just on tour, nigga 
 
I'm Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don 
Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom 
I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards 
I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars 
 
I went to the malls and I balled too hard 
Oh, my God, is that a black card? 
I turned around and replied, why, yes 
But I prefer the term African American Express 
 
Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell 
Your boy back on his hustle, you know what I've been up to 
Killin y'all, niggaz, on that lyrical shit 
Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips 
 
And I am 
(Here's to The Roc) 
And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them 
(Mr. Rocafella) 
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky 
This is the last call for alcohol, for the 
So get your ass up off the bar 
Last call for alcohol, for my niggaz