Bring Me Down Lyrics

Kanye West Bring Me Down Lyrics from the album Late Registration

“Bring Me Down”

I always knew that one day
They’d try to bring me down
Wow, one day, they tried to bring me down
Always knew that one day, they’d try to bring me down
Down, way down
We’re going to mass today, we have to pray
Besides what the pastor say, I have to say
Since Pac passed away
Most you rappers don’t even deserve a track from me
You see, if you ever wanted to ever be anything
There’d always be somebody that shoot down any dream
There’ll always be haters, that’s the way it is
Hater niggas marry hater bitches and have hater kids
But they’re gonna have to take my life ‘fore they take my drive
’cause when I was barely living, that’s what kept me alive
Just the thought that maybe it could be better than what we at at this time
Make it out of this grind, ‘fore I’m out of my mind
And get some lee way on the he say she say
You girl don’t like me, how long has she been gay
Spanish girls say “No hable inglés”
And everybody want to run to me for their single
It’s funny how these wack niggas need my help
Wasn’t around when I couldn’t feed myself
Dog, If I was you, I wouldn’t feel myself
Dog, If I was you, I’d kill myself
Made a mill myself, and I’m still myself
And I’ma look in the mirror if I need some help
Now I’ll speak from the heart, you all fronting
Everybody feel a way about K but at least you all feel something

Why you come here, I bet it only it was forget to get you
What kind of dream we found, see I’m often at your cross way
forgetting it was that heaven let you. They tried to bring me down

Roses Lyrics

Kanye West Lyrics Roses from teh album Late Registration

“Roses”
I know it’s past visiting hours
But can I please give her these flowers
The doctor dont wanna take procedures
He claim my heart can’t take the anastesia
It’ll send her body into a seizure
The little thing by the hospital bed, it’ll stop beeping,
Hey chick, im at a lost for words
What do you say at this time?
Remember when I was nine?
Tell her everything gone be fine?
But i’d be lying, the family crying
They want her to live, and she trying
I’m argueing like what kind of doctor can we fly in
You know the best medicine go to people thats paid,
If Magic Johnson got a cure for A.I.D.S.
And all the broke muthafuckers past away
You tellin me if my grandma was in the N.B.A.
Right now she’d be ok?
But since she was just a secretary
Working for the church
For thirty five years
Things sposed to stop right here
My grandfather tryin to pull it together, he’s strong,
Thats where I get my confidence from
I asked the nurse “did you do the research?”
She ask me, “can you sign some t-shirts?”
Bitch is you smokin reefer?
You dont see that we hurt
But still…
…I smile
When roses come to see me
And I can’t wait for a sunny day
(Im seeing it through your eyes)
Can’t wait for the clouds to break
They outside of the emergency room, room
You can feel my heart beat, beat, beat
If she gone pull through
We gone find out soon
But right now she sleep, sleep, sleep
My mama say, they say she could pass away any day
Hey chick what these doctors know anyway
Let me see the X-rays
I ain’t no expert, I’m just hurt
Cousin Kim took off for work
Plus my Aunt Shirley, Aunt Beverly, Aunt Claire and Aunt Jean
So many Aunties, we could have an Auntie team
Feel like Amerie “Its this one thing”
When they said that she made it
You see the eyes gleam
I think we at an all time high
To get there we run, we fly, we drive
Coz with my family we know where home is
So instead of sending flowers
We the roses…
I smile
When roses come to see me
And I can’t wait for a sunny day
(Im seeing it through your eyes)
Can’t wait for the clouds to break

Who brings the sunshine?

Ohhhhh I smile
When roses come to see me
And I can’t wait for a sunny day
(Im seeing it through your eyes)
Can’t wait for the clouds to breaK

Crack Music Lyrics

Kanye West Crack Music Lyrics from the album Late Registration

“Crack Music”

That’s that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
That’s that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la

How we stop the black panthers?
Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer
You hear that?
What Jill Scott was hearin
When our heroes and heroines got hooked on heroin.
Crack raised the murder rate in DC and Maryland
We invested in that it’s like we got Merril-Lynched
And we been hangin from the same tree ever since
Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine
So we cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it,sell it
The fiends cop it
Nowadays they cant tell if that’s that good shit
We ain’t sure man
Put the CD on your toungue yeah, thats pure man.
From the place where the fathers gone,
The mothers is hardly home
And the…
Gonna lock us up in “Audy Home”
How the Mexicans say we just tryin to party homes
They wanna pack us all in a box like styrofoam
Who gave Saddam anthrax?
George Bush got the answers
Back in the hood it’s a different type of chemical,
Am and Hammer baking soda
Raised they own quota
Writin when our soldiers ran for the stove cuz–
Cuz dreams of being ‘Hova went from bein a brokeman ta bein a dopeman
Ta bein a president look theres hope man
This that inspiration for tha mos and tha folks man,
Shorty come and see if mama straight overdosin.
And this is the soundtrack,
This tha type of music you make when you round that–
Crack music nigga,
That real black music nigga.
That’s that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
God-how could you let this happen, happen, happen, happen, happen, happen?

La-la-la [etc.]
That’s that crack music, crack music
That real black music, black music

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
That’s that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
That’s that crack music, crack music,that real black music, black music
Our father, give us this day our daily bread …give us these days and take our daily bread,
See I done did all this ole bullshit
And to attone I throw a little somethin, somethin on the pulpit.
We took that shit, measured it and then cooked that shit
And what we gave back was crack music
And now we ooze it through they nooks and crannies
So our mammas aint got to be they cooks and nannies
And we gonna repo everything they ever took from granny
Now the former slaves trade hooks for Grammys
This dark diction has become America’s addiction those who ain’t even black use it.

My Way Home Lyrics

Kanye West My Way Home Lyrics from Late Registration

“My Way Home”

I’m on my way home

They say home is where the hate is
My dome is where fate is
I stroll where souls get lost like vegas
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
Pray to god that my arms reach the masses
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
Rubberband together in cashless bundles
We wear struggling chains
Divided only hustle remains
Making sense of it we hustle for change
Revolution ain’t a game
It’s another name
For life fighting
Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson
Hypes fighting for hits to heighten they hell
Don’t he know he only get as high as he fell
Show money becomes bail
Relationships become jail
Children are unheld
I wish love was for sale
Behold the pale
Horse got me trapped like r. kel’, I bail and it-

Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again
I’m on my way home
I left three days ago
But no one seems to know I’m gone
Home is where the hatred is
Home is filled with pain and it
Might not be such a bad idea if I never
Never went home again.

Drive Slow Lyrics

Kanye West Drive Slow lyrics from the album Late Registration

“Drive Slow”

Drive slow homey
Drive slow homey
Ya never know homey might meet some hoes homey
Ya need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey
My homey Mali used to stay one 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street form Calumet a school full of stones
He nicknamed me K-Rock so they’d leave me alone
Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off
Walk around the mall with his radio face off
Plus he had the spinner from his Dayton’s in his hand
Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he’s the man
Back when we rocked Alesis he had dreams of Caprice’s
Drove by the teachers even more by police’s
How he get that cash today his father passed away
Left him with a little something 16 he was stunting
Al B Sure nigga with the hair all wavy
Hit lakeshore girls go all crazy
Hit the freeway go at least bout 80
Boned so much that summer even had him a baby
See back back then then if you had a car
You were the Chi town version of Baby
And I was just a virgin a baby
One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy
I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked
Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked
We’ll take a Saturday and just circle the mall
They had the Lincoln’s and Aurora’s we were hurting them all
With the girls a lot of flirting involved
But dawg fuck all that flirting I’m trying to get in some draws
So put me on with these hoes homey’s
He told me don’t rush to get grown drive slow homey
Drive slow homie
Drive slow…
Ya never know homey about these hoes homey
Ya need to pump your breaks and drive slow homey
What It do
I’m posted up in the parking lot my trunk wavin’
The candy gloss is immaculate and is simply amazing
Them elbows poking wide on that Candy-lac
Trunk open, screen’s on, neon’s lit with fifth relax
I’m on a mission for dime piece’s and sexy ladies
Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes
It’s a star-studded event when I valet park
Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark
You see them 4′s crawling, you see them screens falling
The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I’m balling
I’m leaning on a switch sitting crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boopas if I drove a cab
A young Houston hard hitter all about the scrilla
Riding some candy coated crawling like a caterpillar
I’m tipping on those 4′s I’m jamming off this screw
I’m looking for them hoes baby what it do?
Drive slow homey
Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes
Drive slow homey
If you riding around the city with nowhere to go
Drive slow homey
Live today cause tomorrow man you never know
Ya never know homey might meet some hoes homey
Ya need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey

My cars like the movies my cars like the crib
I got more TV’s in here then where I live
And it don’t make no sense but baby I’m the shit
And everything I flip you know is something serious
I got the custom grill I got the Brabus rims
I got the baller genetics baby that’s evident
You see a player flicking and you ain’t convinced
That you should go and kiss it just a little bit
I wear my custom kicks I got my Jesus chain
My canaries is gleaming though my angle wings
They see me hoes acting like they seen a king
With that mean lean smoking on the finest Cali green
My wood grain oak I’m riding on vogues
My cylinder quiet like tip toes
I sold O’s and this I know
When you see them hoes little homey drive slow

Chopped and Screwed
Yeah..
Drive slow homey
Drive slow homey
Ya never know homey might meet some hoes homey
Ya need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey
Drive slow homey

Gold Digger Lyrics

Kanye West Gold Digger lyrics from the album Late Registration

“Gold Digger”

She take my money when I’m in need
Yeah she’s a trifling friend indeed
Oh she’s a gold digger way over town
That dig’s on me
(She gives me money)
Now I ain’t sayin’ she a gold digger (When I’m in Need)
But she ain’t messin’ with no broke niggas
(She gives me money)
Now I ain’t sayin’ she a gold digger (When I’m in need)
But she ain’t messin’ with no broke niggas
Get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl gone head
Cutie the bomb
Met her at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton
Under her underarm
She said I can tell you ROC
I can tell by your charm
Far as girls you got a flock
I can tell by your charm and your arm
but I’m looking for the one
have you seen her?
My psychic told me she have an ass like Serena
Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids
An I gotta take all they bad ass to show-biz
OK get your kids but then they got their friends
I pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in
We all went to Den and then I had to pay
If you fucking with this girl then you better be payed
You know why
It take too much to touch her
From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
My best friend say she use to fuck with Usher
I don’t care what none of you all say I still love her
18 years, 18 years
She got one of your kids got you for 18 years
I know somebody paying child support for one of his kids
His baby mamma’s car and crib is bigger than his
You will see him on TV any given Sunday
Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai
She was suppose to buy you shorty TYCO with your money
She went to the doctor got lypo with your money
She walking around looking like Michael with your money
Should of got that insured got GEICO for your money
If you ant no punk holla we want prenup
WE WANT PRENUP! Yeah
It’s something that you need to have
‘Cause when she leave yo ass she gone leave with half
18 years, 18 years
And on her 18th birthday he found out it wasn’t his
Now I ain’t saying you’re a gold digger you got needs
You don’t want your dude to smoke but he can’t buy weed
You got out to eat and he cant pay you all can’t leave
There’s dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves
But why you all washing watch him
He gone make it into a Benz out of that Datson
He got that ambition baby look in his eyes
This week he mopping floors next week it’s the fries
So, stick by his side
I know his dude’s balling but yeah that’s nice
And they gone keep calling and trying
But you stay right girl
But when you get on he leave your ass for a white girl

Get down girl go head get down
Get down girl go head get down
Get down girl go head get down
get down girl go head

Touch the Sky Lyrics

Kanye West Touch the Lyrics from the album Late Registration
“Touch The Sky”

I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day I die, I’mma touch the sky
Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day I die, I’mma touch the sky

Back when they thought pink polo’s would hurt the Roc,
Before Cam got the shit to pop, the doors was closed.
I felt like Bad Boy’s street team, I couldn’t work the Lox (locks).
Now let’s go.
Take ‘em back to the plan…
Me and my momma hopped in the U-Haul van.
Any pessimists I ain’t talked to them,
Plus, I ain’t have no phone in my apartment.
Let’s take ‘em back to the club.
Least about an hour I would stand on line,
I just wanted to dance.
I went to Jacob an hour after I got my advance.
I just wanted to shine.
Jay’s favorite line: “Dog, in due time”
Now he look at me, like “Damn, dog, you where I am”
A hip hop legend.
I think I died in an accident, cause this must be heaven.

Now let’s take ‘em high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh la la la la la la la
(Top of the world, baby. T-Top of the world)
Now let’s take ‘em high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh la la la la la la la
(Top of the world, baby. T-Top of the world)

Back when Gucci was the shit to rock,
Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop,
I’d do anything to say “I got it”.
Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket.
Before anybody wanted K-West beats,
Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC.
Dog, I was having nervous breakdowns,
Like “Damn, these niggas that much better than me?”
Baby, I’m going on an airplane,
And I don’t know if I’ll be back again.
Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets,
But when she came to kick it, things became different.
Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on.
I couldn’t keep it home, I thought I needed a Nia Long.
I’m trying to write my wrongs,
But it’s funny these same wrongs helped me write this song.
Now,
I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day you die, You gonna touch the sky
(You gonna touch the sky babygirl!) Testify, come up in the spot
Looking extra fly
For the day you die, You gonna touch the sky

Yes, yes, yes guess who’s on third?
Lupe steal like Lupin the Third.
Hear like ear till I’m beer on the curb
Peach fuzz buzz but beard on the verge
Slow it down like we’re on the syrup
Bottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth’s.
But, before you say another word,
I’m back on the block like I’m laying on the street.
I’m trying to stop lion like a Mum-Ra,
But I’m not lying when I’m laying on the beat.
Engarge, touché Lupe cool as the unthawed
But I still feel as possessed as a gun charge.
I come as correct as a porn star,
In a fresh pair of steps and my best foreign car.
So, I represent the first.
Now, let me end my verse right where the horns are like
Sky high
I’m, I’m sky high
I’m, I’m sky high
I’m, I’m sky high
I’m, I’m sky high
I’m, I’m sky high
Sky, Sky high
I’m, I’m sky high
Yeah! (Keep it rolling)
(Feels good to be home, baby! Feels good to be home!)

Heard Em Say Lyrics

Kanye West Heard Em Say Lyrics from Late Registration

“Heard ‘Em Say”
Wake up Mr. West

Uh, Yeah, Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah

And I heard ‘em say, nothin ever promised tomorrow today.
From the Chi, like Tim its the Hard-a-way,
So this is in the name of love, like Robert says
Before you ask me to get a job today, can I at least get a raise on a minimum wage?
And I know the government administered AIDS,
So I guess we just pray like the minister say,
Allah o Akbar and throw em some hot cars,
Things we see on the screen are not ours,
But these niggas from the hood so these dreams not far,
Where im from, the dope boys is the rock stars,
But they can’t cop cars without seein’ cop cars,
I guess they want us all behind bars.
I know it.
Uh, And I heard ‘em say, nothin ever promised tomorrow today.
(ooooooooo)
And I heard ‘em say, nothin ever promised tomorrow today.
(Nothing’s ever promised tomorrow today.)
But we’ll find a way
(And nothing lasts forever but be honest babe, it hurts but it may be the only way)

They say people in your life are seasons,
And anything that happen is for a reason,
And niggas guns a clappin and keep to squeezin’,
And Gran (Grandma) keep prayin’ and keep believin’,
And Jesus and one day that ya see him,
Till they walk in his footsteps and try to be him,
The devil is alive I feel him breathin’,
Claimin’ money is the key so keep on dreamin’,
And put them lottery tickets just to tease us,
My aunt Pam can’t put those cigarettes down,
Now my lil cousin smokin those cigarettes now,
His job trying to claim that he too niggerish now,
Is it cuz his skin blacker than licorice now?
I can’t figure it out…
Im Stickin around….
Uh, And I heard ‘em say, nothin ever promised tomorrow today.
(ooooooooo)
And I heard ‘em say, nothin ever promised tomorrow today.
(Nothing’s ever promised tomorrow today.)
But we’ll find a way
(And nothing lasts forever but be honest babe, it hurts but it may be the only way)

(Cuz every worthless word we get more far away, and nothing’s ever promised tomorrow today,
And nothing lasts forever but be honest babe, it hurts but it may be the only way)

Wake Up Mr West Lyrics

Kanye West Wake Up Mr West Lyrics for the album Late Registration

“Wake Up Mr. West”
[Bernie Mac]
I knew I was gonna see ya, I knew I was gonna see you again!
I was gonna see you again
Where your god damn book bag at?
Always carryin’ that lil book bag
Nobody wanna see that
God damn fourth grader
Sit yo’ ass down
?? wanna play it again like he got somethin else to do
You ain’t got nothin’ else to do
You ain’t doin nothin wit yo life
[piano starts]
Nothing with your life
What do you think this is?
You betta look at me when i’m talkin’ to you!
You think this is easy don’t you?
You think this is promised
Oh ain’t nothin promised with you
Look at my face, do I got a promise face?
Does it look like promise you anything?
Kanye!
Ni**a! Is you snorin’ in my class?
Wake up Mr. West! Mr. West

Last Call Lyrics

Kanye West Last Call Lyrics from the College Dropout

“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 (here’s to Rocafella)
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky (here’s to the roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the… (here’s to Rocafella)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground, Pac
The Rudloph the red nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 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 10 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

[Chorus]
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 oooh
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 loves 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 20,000 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
“… last call for alcohol, for my niggaz”

So this A&R over at Rocafella, named Hiphop
picked the Truth beat for Beanie. And I was in the session with him
I had my demo with me. You know, like I always do
I play the songs, he’s like “Who that spittin?”
I’m like “It’s me.” He’s like “Oh, well okay.”
Uhh, he started talkin to me on the phone
going back and forth, just askin me to send him beats
And I’m thinking he’s trying to get into managing producers
cause he had this other kid named Just Blaze he was messin with
And um, he was friends with my mentor, No ID
And No ID told him, “look man, you wanna mess with Kanye
you need to tell him that you like the way he rap”
[No ID:] “Yo, you wanna sign him, tell him you like how he rap”
I was all, I dunno if he was gassin’ me or not
but he’s like he wanna manage me as a rapper AND a producer
[Hiphop:] “I’ll sign you as a producer and a rapper”,
I’m like oh shit
I was messin with, uh, D-Dot also
People were like this, started talking about the Ghost production
But that’s how I got in the game. If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t be here
So you know. After they picked that Truth beat
I was figuring I was gonna do some more work
But shit just went poppin off like that. I was stayin in Chicago
I had my own apartment. I be doin’ like, just beats for local acts
just to try to keep the lights on, and then to go out and buy
get a Pelle Pelle off lay-away, get some Jordans or something
or get a TechnoMarine, that’s what we wore back then
I made this one beat where I sped up this Hal Melville sample
I played it for Hip over the phone, he’s like “oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin, called The Dynasty.”
And at that time, like the drums really weren’t soundin’ right to me
so I went and um, I was listening to Dre Chronic 2001 at that time
and really I just, like picked the drums off Xxplosive and put it like
with it sped up, sampled, and now it’s kind of like my whole style
when it started, when he rapped on ‘This Can’t be Life.’
And that was like, really the first beat of that kind that was on the Dynasty album
I could say that was the, the resurgence of this whole sound
You know, I got to come in and track the beat, and at the time
I was still with my other management. I really wanted to roll with
Hiphop. ‘Cause I, I just needed some fresh air, you know what I’m
sayin, ’cause I been there for a while, I appreciated what they did
for me, but, you know there’s a time in every man’s life where he
gotta make a change, try to move up to the next level. And that day I
came and I tracked the beat and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said, “oh
you a real soulful dude” [Jay-Z: "you a real soulful dude"]. And he
uh, played the song ’cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
to the studio, you know how he do it, one take. And he said
[Jay-Z:] “check this out, tell me what you think of this, right here”
“tell me what you think of this.” And I heard it, and I was thinking
like, man, I really wanted more like of the simple type Jay-Z, I ain’t
want like the, the more introspective, complicated rhy- or the, in my
personal opinion. So he asked me, “what you think of it?”
[Jay-Z:] “so what you thinkin?”
And I was like, “man that shit tite,”
you know what I’m sayin’, man what I’ma tell him? I was on the train
man, you know. So after that I went back home. And man I’m, I’m just
in Chicago, I’m trying to do my thing. You know, I got groups. I got
acts I’m trying to get on, and like there wasn’t nothin really like
poppin’ off the way it should have been. One of my homeys that was one
of my artists, he got signed. But it was supposed to really go through
my production company, but he ended up going straight with the
company. So, like I’m just straight holdin’ the phone, gettin’ the bad
news that dude was tryin’ to leave my company. And I got evicted at
the same time. So I went down and tracked the beats from him, I took
that money, came back, packed all my shit up in a U-Haul, maybe about
ten days before I had to actually get out. So I ain’t have to deal
with the landlord ’cause he’s a jerk. Me and my mother drove to
[Mother:] “Come on, let’s just go”
Newark, New Jersey. I hadn’t even seen my apartment.
I remember I pulled up
[Mother:] “Kanye, baby, we’re here”,
I unpacked all my shit. You know, we went to Ikea, I bought a
bed, I put the bed together myself. I loaded up all my equipment, and
the first beat I made was, uh, ‘Heart of the City.’
And Beans was still working on his album at that time, so I came up
there to Baseline, it was Beans’ birthday, matter of fact, and I
played like seven beats. And, you know I could see he’s in the zone
he already had the beats that he wanted, I did nothing like already at
that time. But then Jay walked in. I remember he had a GuccI bucket
hat on. I remember it like, like it was yesterday. And Hiphop said
“yo play that one beat for him.” And I played ‘Heart of the City.’ And
really I made ‘Heart of the City,’ I really wanted to give that beat to DMX.
[Hiphop:] “No I think Jay gon’ like this one right here”.
And I played another beat, and I played another beat. And I remember that
GuccI bucket, he took it and like put it over his face and made one of
them faces like ‘OOOOOOOOOOH.’ Two days later I’m in Baseline and I seen
Dame. Dame didn’t know who I was and I was like “yo what’s up I’m Kanye.”
[Dame:] “Yo, you that kid, Kanye?”
“You that kid that gave all them beats to Jay?
Yo, this nigga got classics”
[Dame:] “Jay got classics, G.”
You know I ain’t talkin shit.
I’m like “oh shit.” And all this time I’m starstruck, man. I’m
still thinking ’bout, you know I’m picturing these niggaz on the show
The Streets is Watching, I’m lookin, these were superstars in my
eyes. And they still are, you know. So, Jay came in and he spit all
these songs like in one day, and in two days… I gotta bring up one
thing, you know, come back to the story, the day I did the ‘Can’t be
Life’ beat on track, I remember Lenny S, he had some Louis Vuitton
sneakers on, he think he fly. And Hiphop was there, I think Tata, John
Minnelli, a bunch of people. I didn’t know all these people at the
time they was in the room, and I said, “yo Jay I could rap.” And I
spit this rap that said, uh “I’m killin y’all niggaz on that lyrical
shit. Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push miracle whips.” And I saw his
eyes light up when I said that line. But you know the West, the rap
was like real wack and shit, so that’s all the response.
He said “man that was tite.”
[Jay-Z:] “That, that was cool. That was hot.”
That was it. You know, I ain’t get no deal then, hehe.
Okay, fast forward.
So, Blueprint, H to the Izzo, my first hit single. And I just
took that proudly, built relationships with people. My relationship
with KwelI I think was one of the best ones to ever happen to my
career as a rapper. Because, you know, of course later he allowed me
to go on tour with him. Man, I appre– I love him for that. And at
this time, you know I didn’t have a deal, I had songs, and I had
relationships with all these A&R’s, and they wanted beats from me, so
they’d call me up, I’d play them some beats. “Gimme a beat that sound
like Jay-Z.” You know, they dick riders. Whatever. So I’ll play them
these post-Blueprint beats or whatever and then I’ll play my shit. I’ll
be like, “yo but I rap too.” Hey, I guess they was lookin’ at me crazy
’cause you know, ’cause I ain’t have a jersey on or whatever
Everybody out there listen here. I played them ‘Jesus Walks’ and they
didn’t sign me. You know what happened, it was some A&R’s that fucked
with me though, but then like the heads, it’d be somebody at the
company that’ll say “naw.” Like, Dave LottI fucked with me, my
nigga Mel brought me to a bunch of labels. Jessica Rivera, man
[Jessica:] “Man, you niggaz is stupid if y’all don’t sign Kanye, for real.”
I’m not gonna say nothin to mess my promotion up
“Y’all niggaz is stupid”. Let’s just say I didn’t get my deal.
The nigga that was behind me, I mean,
he wasn’t even a nigga, you know?
The person who actually kicked everything off was Joe 3H from Capitol
Records. He wanted to sign me really bad.
[Joe:] “We gonna change the game, buddy.”
Dame was like, “yo you got a deal with Capitol,
okay man, just make sure it’s not wack.”
[Dame:] “you gotta make sure it’s not wack.”
Then one day I just went ahead and played it, I wanted to
play some songs, ’cause you know Cam was in the room, Young Guru, and
Dame was in the room. So I played… actually it’s a song that you’ll
never hear, but maybe I might use it. So, it’s called ‘Wow.’
“I go to Jacob with 25 thou, you go with 25 hundred, wow
I got eleven plaques on my walls right now
You got your first gold single, damn, nigga, wow.”
Like the chorus went. Don’t bite that chorus, I might still use it. So
I play that song for him, and he’s like “oh shit”
[Dame:] “Oh shit it’s not even wack.”
“I ain’t gonna front, it’s kinda hot.”
[Dame:] “it’s actually kinda hot.”
Like they still weren’t looking at me
like a rapper. And I’m sure Dame figured, ‘like man. If he do a whole
album, if his raps is wack at least we can throw Cam on every song and
save the album, you know. So uh Dame took me into the office, and he’s
like “yo man, we, we on a brick, we on a brick”
[Dame:] “you don’t wanna catch a brick”
You gotta be under an umbrella, you’ll get rained on.
I told Hiphop and Hiphop was all, “oh, word?” Actually, even with
that I was still about to take the deal with Capitol ’cause it was
already on the table and ’cause of my relationship with 3H. That, you
know, ’cause I told him I was gonna do it, and I’m a man of my word, I
was gonna roll with what I said I was gonna do. Then, you know, I’m
not gonna name no names, but people told me, “oh he’s just a producer
rapper” and told 3H that told the heads of the Capitol, and right–
the day I’m talking about, I planned out everything I was gonna do
man, I had picked out clothes, I already started booking studio
sessions, I started arranging my album, thinking of marketing schemes
man I was ready to go. And they had Mel call me, they said
“yo… Capitol pulled on the deal”
[Mel:] “Yo, Capitol pulled out on the deal.”
And, you know I told them that Rocafella was interested
and I don’t know if they thought that was just something I was saying
to gas them up to try to push the price up or whatever. I went up… I
called G, I said, “man, you think we could still get that deal with Rocafella?”

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