Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everything I Am, artist - Kanye West.
Date of issue: 10.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everything I Am |
Oh oh ohoo. |
damn, here we go again. |
Oh oh ohoo. |
Common passed on this beat, i made it to a jam, |
now everything im not, made me everything i am. |
damn, here we go again. |
people talkin shit, but when the shit hit the fan |
everything i’m not, made me everything i am. |
I never be picture-perfect-Beyonce |
Be light as Albi or black as Chauncey |
Remember him from Blackstreet |
He was as black as the street was |
I’ll never be laid back as his beat was |
I never could see why people’ll reach a Fake-ass facad they couldn’t keep up |
Y’see how I creeped up? |
Y’see how I played a big role in Chicago like Queen Latifah? |
I never rock a mink coat in the winter time like Killa Cam |
Or rock some mink boots in the summertime like will.i.am |
Let me know if you feel it man |
Cause everything I’m not, made me everything I am Damn, here we go again. |
everybody sayin’what’s not for him |
everything I’m not, made me everything I am damn, here we go again. |
people talk shit, but when shit hits the fan |
everything I’m not, made me everything I am and i’m back to tear it up haters, start your engines |
I hear 'em gearin’up |
people talk so much shit about me at barbershops |
they forget to get their haircut |
okay fair enough, the streets is flarin’up |
cause they want gun-talk, or I don’t wear enough |
baggy clothes, Reebok’s, or A-di-dos |
can I add that he do spaz out at his shows |
so say goodbye to the NAACP award |
goodbye to the In-di-a Arie award |
they’d rather give me the nigga-please award |
but I’ll just take the I-got-alotta-cheese award |
damn, here we go again. |
everything I’m not, made me everything I am damn, here we go again. |
people talk shit, but when shit hits the fan |
everything I’m not, made me everything I am |
I know that people wouldn’t usually rap this |
but I got the facts to back this |
just last year, Chicago had over 600 caskets |
man, killin’s some wack shit |
oh, I forgot, 'cept for when nigga’s is rappin' |
do you know what it feel like when people is passin'? |
he got changed over his chains, a block off Ashlin |
I need to talk to somebody, pastor |
the church want time, so I can’t afford to pay |
the slip on the door, cause I can’t afford to stay |
my 15 seconds up, but I got more to say |
That’s enough Mr. West, please no more today |
damn, here we go again. |
everybody sayin’what’s not for him |
everything I’m not, made me everything I am damn, here we go again. |
people talk shit, but when shit hits the fan |
everything I’m not, made me everything I am |