Gifted (Steve Aoki Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Kanye West] Aoki remix Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I am the king and will not be headed I am the king and will not be headed I am the king and will not be headed I am the king and will not be headed I am the king and will not be headed (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I am the king and will not be headed (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I am the king and will not be headed (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Y'all motherfuckers know who this is [Refrain: Kanye West] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse 1: Kanye West] I'm known for running my mouth I will not be accountable for what comes out, uh I dunno, I might have said it I was kinda gone and light-headed And my jacket kinda fresh, bright red And as usual, my pants tight-threaded It seem like everybody dress tight now And I just want my credit Don't get it, twisted, or dreaded I am the king and will not be headed To the morgue no time soon, brethren Being broke made my head hurt So I need the bread or an Excedrin That'll only get my engine revving While y'all on ten, I'm on eleven I'ma make the news, be on at seven Matter fact, I'm on this very second I'm in first and y'all in second And this verse only add to the freshness Call to the club, tell them add to the guest list What you think? Way more bitches? I can never be too big for my britches Y'all motherfuckers know who this is [Refrain: Kanye West] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Chorus: Lykke Li] I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes Whatever comes, I write it down So knock me out and shoot me down With mics in hand, we'll stand against the I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes Whatever comes, I write it down So knock me out and shoot me down With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time [Verse 2: Santigold] You don't know my mind Like I've said a thousand times I gotta stay ahead Know what I'm fighting for I'll leave you to your talk Never seen my kind before And you're all so thick-headed Follow and I know I let it Part of me won't let me quit Won't let me just not say shit So much is there to be bored with Can't be still, I can't afford it Try to hold it in, but it makes me sick So I spit it up, say to hell with it I dream it and I build it tall Make a way for when you fall [Chorus: Lykke Li] I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes Whatever comes, I write it down So knock me out and shoot me down With mics in hand, we'll stand against the I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes Whatever comes, I write it down So knock me out and shoot me down With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time