Kanye West - Alter Ego Mixtape (2009) by Kanye West (보컬) on maniadb.com

(Intro Music)

(John Mayer) Bittersweet,
You're gonna be the death of me.
I dont want you, but I need you.
I love you and hate you at the very same time.
Bittersweet.
(Kanye West) See what I want so much, should never hurt this bad.
"Never did this before," thats what the virgin says.
"We've been generally warned," thats what the surgeon says.
God talk to me now.
This is an emergency.

(Verse 1)
And she claim she only wit' me for the currency.
You cut me deep bitch cut me like surgery.
And I was too proud to admit that it was hurtin' me.
I'd never do that to you, at least purposely.

We breakin' up again,
We makin' up again,
but we dont love no more,
I guess we f**kin' then.

Have you ever felt you ever want to kill her,
and you mix them emotions with tequilla.
And you mix that wit' a little bad advice,
on one of them bad nights.
Yall have a bad fight,
and you talkin' bout her family her aunts and shit.
And she say, "Muhf**ka yo mama's a bitch!"

You know, domestic drama and shit.
All the attitude.
I'll never hit a girl, but I'll shake the shit outta' you.
But imma' be the bigger man.
Big pimpin like jigga man.
Oh, I guess I figure its:

(Chorus)
(John Mayer) Bittersweet,
You're gonna be the death of me.
I dont want you, but I need you.
I love you and hate you at the very same time.
Bittersweet.
(Kanye West) See what I want so much, should never hurt this bad.
"Never did this before," thats what the virgin says.
"We've been generally warned," thats what the surgeon says.
God talk to me now.
This is an emergency.


(Verse 2)
And my nigga said I shouldn't let it worry me.
I need to focus on the girls we gettin' currently.
But I've been thinkin' and it got me back to sinkin' in.
This relationship, it even got me back to drinkin'.

Now this Hennessey, is gonna' be the death of me.

And I always thought that you havin' my child was our destiny,
but I can't even vibe wit' you sexually.
Cause every time that I try you will question me.

Saying,
"You f**kin them girls, disrespecting me?
You don't see how your lies is affectin' me?
You don't see how our life was supposed to be?
And I never let a nigga get that close to me!
And you ain't cracked up to what you was supposed to be!
You always gone! You always be where them hoes will be!"

And it's the first time she ever spilled her soul to me.

(Chorus)
(John Mayer) Bittersweet,
(Kanye West)( - I f**ked up and I know it, G)
(John Mayer) You're gonna be the death of me.
(Kanye West)( - I guess it's bittersweet poetry)
I dont want you, but I need you.
I love you and hate you at the very same time.

Bittersweet. (Keyshia Cole vocals)
You're gonna be the death of me.
I don't want you, but I need you.
I love you and hate you at the very same time (Keyshia Cole vocals)

See what I want so much, should never hurt this bad.
"Never did this before," thats what the virgin says.
"We've been generally warned," thats what the surgeon says.
God talk to me now.
This is an emergency. (x2)

Bittersweet.
You're gonna be the death of me.
I don't want you, but I need you.
I love you and hate you at the very same time.

(Outro music)

La la la la
Wait 'til I get my
money right
I had a dream
I could buy my way to heaven
When I awoke I spent
that on a necklace
I told God I'd be back
in a second
Man it's so hard not
to act reckless
To whom much is given
much is tested
Get arrested guess
until he get the message
I feel the pressure
under more scrutiny
And what'd I do
Act more stupidly
Bought more jewelry
More Louis V
My mama couldn't get
through to me
The drama people suing me
I'm on T V talking like
it's just you and me
I'm just saying
how I feel man
I ain't one of the Cosby's
I ain't go to Hillman
I guess the money should've
changed them
I guess I should've forgot
where I came from
La la la la
Wait 'til I get
my money right
La la la la
Then you can't tell me
nothing right
Excuse me is
you saying something
Uh uh you can't
tell me nothing
You can't tell me nothing
Uh uh you can't
tell me nothing
Let up the suicide doors
This is my life homie
you decide yours
I know that Jesus
died for us
But I couldn't tell you
who decide wars
So I parallel double parked
that mother fker sideways
Old folks talking 'bout
back in my day
But homie this is my day
Class started two hours ago
oh am I late
No I already graduated
And you can live through
anything if Magic made it
They say I talk with
so much emphasis
Ooh they so sensitive
Don't ever fix your lips
like collagen
Then say something where
you gon end up apolog'in
Let me know if
it's a problem then
A'ight man holla then
La la la la
Wait 'til I get
my money right
La la la la
Then you can't tell me
nothing right
Excuse me is
you saying something
Uh uh you can't
tell me nothing
You can't tell me nothing
Uh uh you can't
tell me nothing
Let the champagne splash
Let that man get cash
let that man get past
You don't need to
stop to get gas
If he can move through
the rumors
he can drive off fumes
Cause how he move in a room
full of No's
How he stay faithful
in a room full of hoes
Must be the pharoahs
he in tune with his soul
So when he buried in
a tomb full of gold
Treasure what's
you pleasure
Life is a uh depending
how you dress her
So if the devil wear
prada Adam Eve wear nada
I'm in between but way
more fresher
But way less effort
cause when you try hard
That's when you die hard
Ya'll homies looking like
Why God
When they reminisce over
you my God
La la la la
Wait 'til I get
my money right
La la la la
Then you can't tell me
nothing right
Excuse me is
you saying something
Uh uh you can't
tell me nothing
You can't tell me nothing
Uh uh you can't
tell me nothing
La la la la
Wait 'til I get
my money right
La la la la
Then you can't tell me
nothing right

Plain Pat What up (owww)
Uh [x18]
I've always been the same since back in the day
Always felt like we should get paid
We are magazine or we get played
Why did he say "I don't know ask Gabe"
Now I'm on the magazines where the roses are
Poppin' champagne in that rosedon
Won a few awards then we went on tour
And yup in ma bag a whole bag of porn [haha]
Magazines hate him, then they loves him
Then they hate him (we hate him), f**k it what to say then? (f**k it)
Cover of the fader (yeah)
Now I'm on my way up
Now you want me say what? huh you want me say what?
I be talking my shit so I guess I'm a asshole.
They can kick and push like Lu Fiasco
And I guess everytime I'm just gon get in that mode
So up to the press I guess miss that vote
I did an interview the Rolling Stones
Read the interiew, man the whole shit wrong
Far as this shit go, you know the way I wanna go
I need Al Gore to recount that vote
You know [x4] uh [background]
You think you really know but you have no idea
You think you really know but you have no idea
You think you really know but I'm right here
You think you really know but you have no idea
And I'm gon stay the same my whole career yeah
I'm gon stay the same my whole career you know?

(Feat. Kanye West, Pharrell & Lupe Fiasco)

(Lupe Fiasco)
Yeah, Just a lil bit (just a lil bit) And it goes
Lifestyles of the rich and famous
Bought a big house and a whole lot of rangers
A fresh new couch and a whole lot of trainers
A closet full of clothes and some brand new dangers
And
Some Mexican floral arrangers
A great big TV that'll entertain us
Some colorful commissions for some high paid painters
Someone to take the wrap so that I stay stainless
And
A new relationship with a banker
Two pinky rings for my manicured fingers
A trained German Shepard that bark when it's angered
To watch my possessions and look out for strangers
And
A 50 foot yacht with an anchor
Young supermodel that shall remain nameless
Ups and the downs, the sames and the changes
All the money in the world don't make it painless (no)

(Chorus)
(But they love it and they love it)
The more you try to erase me
(And they love it and they love it)
The more that I appear, oh
(and they love it and they love it)
The more, the more you try to erase her
The more that You appear

(Kanye West)
(Plain Pat what up?)
Lifestyles of the broke and famous
Let you know how crazy this game is
Look at all the new beautiful faces
At home supermodel, myspaces
Long for their shot on the TV screens
American Idol never seen these dreams
Just last week they want to see ID
Now they got you in VIP, huh?
How many people almost famous
You almost remember what they name is
Like “Hey, didn't you play in..? No it couldn't be, quit playin”
I try to keep that balance
After MTV that's a Real World Challenge
Back on that train
Never to be heard from again…

(Chorus)
(But they love it and they love it)
The more you try to erase me
(And they love it and they love it)
The more that I appear, oh
(and they love it and they love it)
The more, the more you try to erase her
The more that You appear

(Pharrell)
G.R.I.P P.I.M.P
I, any spelling bitch come on that's me
I bring a burning sensation to the urban eye
Like an eye-drop of Turpentine
You can listen to the serpent, fine
But the earth got gas once it burps its fine
Someone around me they talk about the grease
Not G.H.G, how to cook a quarter ki
Talking all nasal, he aint over that cold
No glove scrub, Manny just over that stove
Perfect paradigm
Wrong place wrong time
Should have been Phizer, GlaxoSmithKline
Number one chemist
Look at him no blemish
Egg shell off white like a DuPont finish
Young, dumb, high strung, who could handle us
I wonder how Gods gon' paint today's canvasses
Cause who knew that day that man would just
Go to VA with a Tec and spray campuses
What a way to see the cover of Time
I know that ***** wish he was standing in line
To see it….As if he didn't do it.

(Chorus)
(But they love it and they love it)
The more you try to erase me
(And they love it and they love it)
The more that I appear, oh
(and they love it and they love it)
The more, the more you try to erase her
The more that You appear

Work it, make it, do it,
Makes us harder, better, faster, stronger! [played throughout]

Work it harder make it better,
Do it faster makes us stronger,
More than ever, hour after hour,
Our work is never over [played throughout]

N-n-now that don't kill me,
Can only make me stronger.
I need you to hurry up now
'Cause I can't wait much longer.
I know I got to be right now
'Cause I can't get much wronger.
Man, I been waitin' all night now,
That's how long I've been on ya.

I need you right now,
I need you right now.

Let's get lost tonight,
You can be my black Kate Moss tonight.
Play secretary, I'm the boss tonight,
And you don't give a fuck what they all say right?
Awesome, the Christian and Christian Dior,
Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore,
I ask 'cause I'm not sure,
Do anybody make real shit anymore?
Bow in the presence of greatness
'Cause right now thou hast forsaken us.
You should be honoured by my lateness,
That I would even show up to this fake shit,
So go ahead, go nuts, go ape shit,
Especially in my Pastelle, or my Bape shit,
Act like you can't tell who made this,
New gospel, homey, Take Six, and take this, haters.

N-n-now that don't kill me,
Can only make me stronger.
I need you to hurry up now
'Cause I can't wait much longer.
I know I got to be right now
'Cause I can't get much wronger.
Man, I been waitin' all night now,
That's how long I've been on ya.

I need you right now,
I need you right now.

Me likey.

I don't know if you got a man or not,
If you made plans or not,
But if God put me in your plans or not,
I'm trippin', this drink got me sayin' a lot.
But I know that God put you in front of me,
So how the hell could you front on me?
There's a thousand yous, there's only one of me.
I'm trippin', I'm caught up in the moment, right?
'Cause it's Louis Vuitton Don night,
So we gon' do everything that Kan like,
Heard they do anything for a Klondike,
Well, I'd do anything for a blonde dyke.
And she'll do anything for the limelight,
And we'll do anything when the time's right,
Uh, baby, you're makin' it
Harder, better, faster, stronger, oh!

N-n-now that don't kill me, oh!
Can only make me stronger, oh!
I need you to hurry up now, oh!
'Cause I can't wait much longer, oh!
I know I got to be right now, oh!
'Cause I can't get much wronger, oh!
Man, I been waitin' all night now,
That's how long I've been on ya.

I need you right now,
I need you right now.

You know how long I've been on ya,
Since Prince was on Apollonia,
Since OJ had Isotoners,
Don't act like I never told ya.
Don't act like I never told ya.
Don't act like I never told ya.
Don't act like I never told ya.
Don't act like I never told ya.

Ugh, baby, you're makin' it
Harder, better, faster, stronger.

N-n-now that don't kill me,
Can only make me stronger.
I need you to hurry up now
'Cause I can't wait much longer.
I know I got to be right now
'Cause I can't get much wronger.
Man, I been waitin' all night now,
That's how long I've been on ya.

I need you right now,
I need you right now,
I need you right now,
I need you right now.

You know how long I've been on ya,
Since Prince was on Apollonia,
Since OJ had Isotoners,
Don't act like I never told ya.

You know how long I've been on ya,
Since Prince was on Apollonia,
Since OJ had Isotoners,
Don't act like I never told ya.
told ya
Told ya
Never told ya [x4]

Never over. [x7]
Harder, better, faster, stronger.

Work it harder make it better, Do it faster makes us stronger, More than ever, hour after hour, Our work is never over [x4]

[Kanye West]
I'm tryin to catch the beat, uh
I'm tryin to catch the beat
I'm tryin to catch the beat, uh uh, uh
I'm tryin to catch the beat

[Chorus: Kanye West]
N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands
GET EM HIGH
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man
GET EM HIGH
Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
KEEP EM HIGH
And if ya losin yo high than smoke again
KEEP EM HIGH

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
N-n-n-now, my flow
Is in the pocket like Wallace, I got the bounce like hydrolics
I can't call it, I got the swerve like alchoooool-ics
My freshman year I was goin through hell, a problem
Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta collllllll-ege
My teacher said I'se a loser, I told her why don't you kill me
I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna folllllllllll-ow
My heart, and if you follow the charts, to the plaques or the stacks
You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see
I'm so shy that you thought it was bashfull but this
bastard's flow will bash a skull
And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Tro
And I don't, usually smoke but pass the 'dro
And I won't, give you that money that you askin fo'
Why you think, me and Dame cool, we ask hoes
That's why we hear your music in fast fo'
Cuz we don't wanna here that weak shit no mo'

[Chorus: Kanye West]
N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands
GET EM HIGH
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man
GET EM HIGH
Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
KEEP EM HIGH
And if ya losin yo high than smoke again
KEEP EM HIGH

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this
E-mailin me at 11:26, tellin me that she 36-26, plus double-d
You know how girls on black planet be when they get bubblee
At NYU but she headed from Kansas, right now she just lampin, chillin on
campus
Sent me a picture with a feelin on Candice
Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis
W-H-I-T, it's gettin late mami, your screen saver say tweet
So you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friend
His name Kweli
(You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib)
I mean
(That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib)
I mean
(You don't really know him, why is you lyin)
Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pickup the line
She gon' think that I'm lyin, just spit a couple of lines
Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Yeah
I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin' up dimes but
GET EM HIGH, I need some tracks you tryin to pull tracks out
And my rhymes as fittin' to blow you tryin' to blow back south
Well ok, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, aiyyo
I though you meet that chick at that conference with yo moms
And she's the bomb, boy she got the bouji behavior
Always got somethin' to say like a bookee(?) playa hater
Anyway, I don't usually fuck with a interneter (get her high)
Birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette
You really fuckin' that much, you tryin' to get off cigarettes
And she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet
I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate
I got the bubba kush and a sister could get a hit of it

[Verse 4: Common]
Get em high like noon, or the moon or a room filled with smoke
A high filled with dope
Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still fill the notes
With real nigga quotes
Real rappers is hard to find, like a remonte, control rap is not a
Used soup it still got life, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs
Rock clubs like Tiger, Woods in the hood, should have my own reality show
Called Soul Survivor, I stole on liver, niggaz than you
You'se a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you
How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead
I'm here to resurrect me, mosh is to sexy to even make songs like these
That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys
To many featured emcees, and pro-ducers is popular
Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin your
Album, how come, you the hot garbage of
The years clear your image is looped up
Label got you souped up, tellin you you sick
Man you a dick with a loose nut
Video hard to watch like Medusa
Even your club record need a booster
Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga
Read the infa, red across your head I'm bread king like Simba
Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper
You dancin' for money like Honey, I did this my way
So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye
Spittin through wires and fires, emcees retirin
Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then

[Chorus: Kanye West]
N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands
GET EM HIGH
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man
GET EM HIGH
Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
KEEP EM HIGH
And if ya losin yo high than smoke again
KEEP EM HIGH