Lyrics

[Chorus: Kanye West] My raps is better than yours My plaques is better than yours My tracks is better than yours You could have one, but I'd have to charge [Verse 1: Kanye West] We can start with the hits on my arm I already got the bomb Now all I need is my first LP to go Gold And then I will have the qualm uh-uh uh-um I'm Kon the Louis Vuitton Don Bought my Mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom Still might throw on a little Lo on They want me to stop–go on, go on They don't want me to shop and be spending that hard "Oh my God, is that a Black Card?" I turned around and replied "Why yes,  But I prefer the term African American Express" [Chorus: Kanye West] My plaques is better than yours My raps is better than yours My tracks is better than yours You could have one, but I'd have to charge [Bridge: Kanye West] La La, La La, la – off MTV La La, La La, la – when you gonna go out with me? [Verse 2: Kanye West] Brains, Power, and Muscle like Dame, Puffy, and Russell Your boy back on his hustle; don't know you, don't discuss you Every rapper want to know when they can get to work Every stylist want to know where they can get the shirts Everybody renting my style like that shit at Hertz But they don't give me my credit, that's the shit that hurts There's something I might say, there's something I might play The beat I might made might make they life change And save they whole deal, they wrist is on chill They house is on hill, you could be Lauryn Hill! See, y'all write songs to keep the lights on I'ma go in Def Jam and turn the brights on Man, I'm just sayin' – When I wanted to rap, y'all thought I was just playin' Now y'all just prayin' [Chorus: Kanye West] 'Cause my raps is better than yours My plaques is better than yours My tracks is better than yours You could have one, but I'd have to charge [Verse 3: Common] You was a vic in high school, now you a thug? Better "Step In The Name Of Love" Before you giving pain a hug Me to dope, is like 'caine to drugs,  Or aim to slugs; In the game, I'm plugged,  Like a scoreboard, with Vice and Warlords Hot merchandise, prices – they want more for it You was pink as Ice single, need to think it twice Over; "The Bitch In Yoo" came out like freaks in the night Freed your mind at a cheaper price On the street, trying to seek advice I'm on point, like I speak to dice Took the underground to steeper heights Made real niggas see "The Light," got fat girls eating right [Outro: Kanye West & Common] Haha, we in this bitch, yeah Hahaha It's Common and Kanye (Yeah!) Y'all niggas know what time it is – motherfuckers... Chi-Town, DJ Pharris Heavy Hitters, what up? Mike Love, what up? DJ Enuff! Pharrell! That's my favorite producer by the way That's why I had to rap on this 'Cause his tracks is better than yours My tracks is better than yours Just Blaze tracks is better than yours You can have one but we all gonna charrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrge-owww! Plain Pat, what up? Big John, what up? John Monop, what up? Don C., what up? J.B., what up? GLC, what up? Bang, what up? Yeah Really Doe, what up? Arrowstar, what up? Yeah! Oh, and did I mention the new head of my management – Benny Medina? Yo, Gee, Hop – we taxin' these niggas right now Plain Pat, what up? That's all