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Artist: Kanye West
Album: College Dropout
Song: Last Call

[Jay-Z]
ahahha, yo fuck you kanye first and foremost, for makin' me
do this shit..mothafucka...had to throw everybody outta the
mothafuckin room...cuz they dont...fuck em

[Kanye West]
i'd like to propose a toast, i said toast motherfucker
la la la la la la la la

[Chorus]
i am(here's to the roc)
and they ask me they ask me they ask me i tell them(heres to roc-a-fella)
raise your glasses your glasses to the sky and(here's to the roc)
this is the last call for alcohol for the....(heres to the roc)
so get your ass up of the wall

the all around the world digital underground pac,
the rudolph the red nose reindeer of the roc,
i take my chain my 15 seconds of fame,
and i came back next year with the whole f**kin game,
ain't nobody expected kanye to be on top,
they expected that college dropout to drop and then flop,
then mabye he'd stop saving all the good beats for himself,
roc-a-fella's the only niggas that helped,
my money was thinner than sean paul goatee hair,
no jean paul gautier cologne fill the air,
they say he bougie he big headed,
would you please stop talkin bout how my d**k head is,
flow infectious give me 10 seconds,
i'll have a buzz bigger than insects in texas,
its funny how ain't nobody interested,
till the night i almost killed myself in lexus,
now i am,

[Chorus]

now was kanye the most overlooked? yes siiiiir,
now is kanye the most overbooked? yes siiiir,
do the fans want the feeling over a tribe called quest,
but all they got left is this guy called west,
that'll take freeway and put him on tracks with mos def,
weather you call him kweli or kweli,
i put him on songs with jay-z,
i'm the gap like bannana republic and old navy,
and ooo 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 could have won the horse awards,
and i was almost famous,
now everybody love kanye, i'm almost raymond,
some say he arrogant can ya'll blame him,
it was straight embarrassing how ya'll played him,
last year shopping my demo i was trying to shine,
every motherf**ker told me that i couldnt rhyme,
now i could let these dream killers kill my self esteem,
or i could use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams,
i use it as my gas so they say im gassed,
but without it i'd be last so i ought to laugh,
so i dont listen to the suits behind the desk no more,
you niggas wear suits cause you cant dress no more,
you cant say shit to kanye west no more,
i rocked 20,000 people i was just on tour nigga!,
im the kon the louis vuitton mom,
bought my mom a purse and now she louie vuitton mom!,
i aint 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 to 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 been up to,
killin ya'll niggas on that lyrical shit,
mayonaisse color benz i push miracle whips,
and i am,

[Chorus]