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  • JSparksFan
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    Originally posted by Plym View Post
    it's done! great chart, don't think ive ever heard #4, it's not on Spotify
    It's on YouTube - such a bop!

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  • Plym
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    it's done! great chart, don't think ive ever heard #4, it's not on Spotify

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  • JSparksFan
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    005. Blame Game (feat. John Legend)



    Whose fault?
    Let's play the blame game, I love you more
    Let's play the blame game for sure
    Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
    Let's call out names, names, for sure
    I'll call you bitch for short
    As a last resort and my first resort
    You call me motherf**ker for long
    At the end of it, you know we both were wrong
    On a bathroom wall I wrote
    I'd rather argue with you than to be with someone else

    I took a piss and dismiss it, like f**k it
    And I went and found somebody else
    F**k arguing or harvesting the feelings
    Yo, I'd rather be by my f**king self
    'TIl about two am and I call back and I hang up
    And I start to blame myself, somebody help

    You weren't perfect but you made life worth it
    Stick around, some real feelings might surface

    Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom
    Gripping you up, f**king, and choking you
    What the hell was I supposed to do?
    I know you ain't getting this type of dick from that local dude
    And if you are, I hope you have a good time
    'Cause I definitely be having mine
    And you ain't fixin' to see a mogul get emotional
    Every time I hear about other n*gga's stroking you

    Lie and say I hit you, he sitting there consoling you
    Running my name through the mud, who's provoking you?
    You should be grateful a n*gga like me ever noticed you

    Now you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you
    1 a.m. and can't nobody get a hold of you
    I'm calling your brother's phone, like what was I supposed to do?
    Even though I knew he never told the truth
    He was just gon' say whatever that you told him to
    At a certain point I had to stop asking questions
    Y'all got dirt on each other like mud wrestlers
    I heard he bought some coke with my money, that ain't right, girl
    You getting blackmailed for that white girl
    You always said Yeezy, I ain't your right, girl
    You'll probably find one of them "I like art" type girls
    All of the lights, she was caught in the hype girl
    And I was satisfied being in love with a lie

    Things used to be, now they not
    Anything but us is who we are
    Disguising ourselves as secret lovers
    We've become public enemies
    We walk away like strangers in the street
    Gone for eternity, we erased one another
    So far from where we came with so much of everything
    How do we leave with nothing?
    Lack of visual empathy
    Equates the meaning of L-O-V-E
    Hatred and attitude tear us entirely
    Chloe Mitchell
    And I know that you are somewhere doing your thing
    And when the phone called it just rang and rang
    You ain't pick up but your phone accidentally called me back
    And I heard the whole thing
    I heard the whole thing, whole thing, whole thing
    Oh, my God, baby, you done took this shit to the 'nother motherf**king level
    Now a neighborhood nigga like me
    Ain't supposed to be getting no p*ssy like this
    God damn, god damn
    Who taught you how to get sexy for a n*gga? Yeezy taught me
    You never used to talk dirty, but now you, you god damn disgusting
    My, my God, wh-wh-where'd you learn that? Yeezy taught me
    Look at you mother******* butt-ass naked
    With them mother******* Jimmy Choo's on
    Who thought you how to put some mother******* Jimmy Choo's on?
    Yeezy taught me
    Yo, you took your p*ssy game up a whole 'nother level
    This is some Cirque Du Soleil p*ssy now, shit
    You done went all porno on a n*gga, okay?
    And I, I, I, I love it, and I thank you
    I thank you, my dick thanks you
    How did you learn, how di-
    How did your p*ssy game come up?
    Yeezy taught me
    I was f**king parts of your p*ssy
    I never f**ked before
    I was in there like, "Oh shit I never been here before
    I've never even seen this part of P*ssy Town before"
    It's like you got this shit re-upholstered or some shit
    What the f**k happened?
    Who, who the f**k got your p*ssy all re-upholstered?
    Yeezy re-upholstered my p*ssy
    You know what, I got to thank Yeezy
    And when I see that n*gga I'mma thank him
    I'mma buy the album, I'ma download that motherf**ker
    I'mma shoot a bootlegger, that's how good I feel about this n*gga
    Oh, I still can't believe you got me this watch
    This motherf**ker's the exact motherf**ker I wanted
    With the bezel, this is the motherf**ker I wanted
    I saw this shit, I saw it
    Twista had this shit on in The Source, I remember
    Twista had this ************ on in The Source
    That's right, that's right
    Yo, yo, babe, yo, yo, this is the best birthday ever
    Where you learn to treat a n*gga like this?
    Yeezy taught me
    Yeezy taught you well
    Yeezy taught you well


    One of his biggest growers, "Blame Game" is grade A storytelling from Ye, aided by long-time collaborator John Legend. Double, triple, and perhaps even quadruple entendre lines; distorted vocals paired with that classic 'Twisted' instrumentation; and that outro. As brilliant as the overall track is, that Chris Rock outro is the highlight. It really drives home the message of how oftentimes the investments we make in others, the return/benefit of that investment is ultimately reaped by someone who isn't you. 10/10
    004. New Body (feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign)



    Oh my God, Ronny
    Can't wait to see your new body
    Don't be acting like you don't know nobody
    No body count on your new body
    I'll be the first one to hit your new body, whoa

    New ass, new tits, new bitch, who this
    Who else you know is this bad with two kids?
    Nobody ever, ever gave you shit
    Nobody flew to Colombia like you did!

    Trying the new ass out with the new drip
    Only thing to ask, who first to hit?
    'Cause far as you 'cerned, you is a new bitch
    In them, we in them, them niggas is too rich
    Old dick don't count, these titties don't bounce
    All these n*ggas say they're here, tryna run up your account
    Picked up on a thou, yeah, this summer they were down
    But they better act like they know who they f**kin' now
    This a new bitch, got a party table at the Ruth Chris
    All bad bitches take a group pic, had to step back 'cause she's too thick
    Used to twerk to every, every song
    Saved up to buy an ass of your very, very own
    FaceTime, body looks like Dom Perignon
    Don't pay me no attention, go and carry on
    Hey yo, you ain't f**k me, you f**ked the old body
    You ain't f**k Nicki, you f**ked Nicole body
    Ain't no miles on this here new body
    Off with their heads, these bitches is nobodies
    G-got me a new body, now I need some new dick
    No little wood, tryna stick me like a toothpick
    Got me a new body, now I need some new dick

    I bust shots, don't duck, unless the shoe fits
    Cookie game make me the GOAT, cookie game come with the throat
    Puff, puff, pass, no, you do not want the smoke
    B-b-bitches be sleeping on me but be claiming they woke (ooh)
    F**k up a check on my body (ahaha)
    Then let them lick on my body out in Abu Dhabi (Grr)
    You see me shining, you pissed
    I-I-I think my haters just really be wanting a kiss (mwah)
    They know I'd body you, sis
    Old n*gga hit me and I said "New body, who this?"
    (Old n*gga hit me and I said "New body, who this?")
    New body, you've been working hard
    I've been on your IG page, lurking hard
    New boobie job, now they perfect
    Six weeks off, it was worth it
    Baby got that nip tuck, let me titty f**k

    Hit it from the back, get my dick sucked
    Put me on the scoreboard, make a new one
    He said he hit before; not since you got your boobs done
    You're working on your abs, huh? You got your ass done
    You better show it all, you better work it
    Why they body shaming? Baby, I commend it
    Dr. Ghavami, I recommend it, woo!


    Ye has done a lot of quality tracks over the years tackling a myriad of important themes, but what his discography has lacked, for me, is quality club bops so his election to leave this absolute stormer of a dancefloor smash in his shelved catalogue was and is disappointing. Oftentimes with even as few as three names on a track, there's someone who's out of place or delivers a limp verse, but all three names here fire on all cylinders. There was so much potential in this, but I am happy we at least got a mostly polished copy of this leak. It'll go down as one of the best unreleased songs ever. 10/10
    003. Through the Wire



    Yo, Gee, they can't stop me from rappin', can they?
    Can they, Hop?
    I spit it through the wire, man
    (For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all)
    There's too much stuff on my heart right now, man
    I'd gladly risk it all right now
    (Through the fire, through whatever, come what may)
    It's a life-or-death situation, man
    (For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way)
    Y'all, y'all don't really understand how I feel right now, man
    It's your boy, Kanye to the
    (Right down to the wire, even through the fire)
    Chi-Town, what's goin' on?
    Uh-huh, yeah, yeah
    I drink a Boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dessert
    Somebody ordered pancakes, I just sip the sizzurp
    That right there could drive a sane man berserk

    Not to worry, Mr. H-to-the-Izzo's back to wizzerk
    How do you console my mom or give her light support
    Tellin' her her son's on life support?
    And just imagine how my girl feel
    On the plane, scared as hell that her guy look like Emmett Till

    She was with me before the deal, she been tryna be mine
    She a Delta, so she been throwing that Dynasty sign
    No use me tryna be lyin', I been tryna be signed
    Tryna be a millionaire, how I used two lifelines
    In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died
    The doctor said I had blood clots, but I ain't Jamaican, man
    Story on MTV and I ain't tryna make a band
    I swear, this right here, history in the makin', man

    I really apologize to everyone right now
    If, if it's unclear at all, man
    (For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all)
    They got my mouth wired shut
    For like, I dunno, the doctor said like six weeks
    You know, he had reconstruct, I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw
    (Through the fire, through whatever, come what may)
    I looked in the mirror, half my jaw was in the back of my mouth, man
    (For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way)
    I couldn't believe it
    But I'm still here for y'all right now, man
    (Right down to the wire, even through the fire)
    This what I got to say right here, dawg
    Yeah, turn me up, yeah, uh
    What if somebody from the Chi' that was ill got a deal
    On the hottest rap label around?
    But he wasn't talkin' 'bout coke and birds
    It was more like spoken word
    'Cept he's really puttin' it down?
    And he explained the story 'bout how Blacks came from glory
    And what we need to do in the game
    Good dude, bad night, right place, wrong time
    In the blink of a eye, his whole life changed
    If you could feel how my face felt, you would know how Ma$e felt (Mason Betha)
    Thank God I ain't too cool for the safe belt (uh-huh)
    I swear to God, driver two wanna sue
    I got a lawyer for the case to keep what's in my safe safe
    My dawgs couldn't tell if I
    I looked like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky, it was televised
    There's been an accident like GEICO
    They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael
    I must got a angel, 'cause look how death missed his ass
    Unbreakable, what, you thought they'd call me Mr. Glass?

    Look back on my life like the Ghost of Christmas Past (uh-huh)
    Toys "R" Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash
    And I still won't grow up, I'm a grown-ass kid
    Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did
    But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph (uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
    Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire (woo)
    You know what I'm sayin'?
    When the doctor told me I had a, um, I was gonna have to have a plate in my chin
    (For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all)
    I said, dawg, don't you realize I'll never make it on a plane now?
    It's bad enough I got all this jewelry on
    (Through the fire, through whatever, come what may)
    You can't be serious, man
    (For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way)
    (Right down to the wire, even through the fire)

    The journey to "Through the Wire" is incredibly inspiring, though I will admit that the studio recording of this is not my preferred version of the track. In my view, the full magic of this song is captured via live interpretation. This song was a sign of what was to come. I mean, who would've thought to fuse an 80s Chaka Khan song with a hip/hop beat for a debut rap single? Only Ye. For me, this is the Ye song with the most heart. 10/10
    002. Diamonds from Sierra Leone



    Diamonds are forever
    They won't leave in the night
    I've no fear that they might
    Desert me
    Diamonds are forever
    Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
    Diamonds are forever
    The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
    Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever?
    Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?
    Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
    Vegas on acid
    Seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses
    And I've realized that I've arrived, 'cause
    It take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe
    Does he write his own rhymes, so sort of, I think 'em
    That mean I forgot better shit than you ever thought up
    Damn, is he really that caught up?
    I ask if you talkin' bout classics, do my name get brought up?
    I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort or even a four-track recorder
    So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
    It's for yourself that's important

    If a stripper named Porscha and you get tips from many men
    Then your fat friend her nickname is Minivan
    Excuse me, that's just the Henny, man, I smoke
    I was sick about awards, couldn't nobody cure me
    Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry
    Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense to them
    30 minutes later seems there's no convincing them
    What more could you ask for?
    The international assholes nah
    Who complain about what he is owed?
    And throw a tantrum like he is three years old
    You gotta love it though, somebody still speaks from his soul
    And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
    When he came, in the game, he made his own lane
    Now all I need is y'all to pronounce my name
    It's Kanye, but some of my plastic still say Kane
    Got family in the D, Kin-folk from Motown
    Back in the Chi, them folks ain't from Motown
    Life movin' too fast, I need to slow down
    Girl ain't give me no ass, ya need to go down
    My father been said I need Jesus
    So he took me to church and let the water wash over my ceaser
    The preacher said we need leaders
    Right then my body got still like a paraplegic

    You know who you can call you gotta best believe it
    The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it
    Take your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimic
    Yeah the beat cold but the flow is anemic
    After debris settles and the dust get swept off
    Big K pick up where young Hov left off
    Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off
    I dropped my new shit, it sound like the best of
    A&R's lookin' like "Pssh, we messed up"
    Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
    Bottle after bottle 'til we got messed up
    In the studio, where really though, yea he next up
    People askin' me if I'm gon' give my chain back
    That'll be the same day I give the game back
    You know the next question dog "Yo, where Dame at?"
    This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back
    "What's up with you and Jay, man, are y'all ok man?"
    They pray for the death of our dynasty like Amen
    R-r-r-right here stands a-man
    With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands


    Another song that lends itself to a live setting, "Diamonds from Sierra Leone" sees Ye deep in his wordsmith bag. "Through the Wire" is his song with the most heart, but this is him at the highest heights of his pen game. The lyric, "Big K pick up where Young Hov left off" felt very much a passing of the crown moment from one hip/hop king to another. 10/10
    001. Power



    I'm living in that 21st century
    Doing something mean to it
    Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it
    Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
    I guess every superhero need his theme music

    No one man should have all that power
    The clock's ticking, I just count the hours

    The system broken, the school's closed, the prison's open
    We ain't got nothing to lose, motherf**ker, we rolling
    Huh? Motherf**ker, we rolling
    With some light-skinned girls and some Kelly Rowlands
    In this white man world, we the ones chosen
    So goodnight, cruel world, I'll see you in the morning
    Huh? I'll see you in the morning
    This is way too much, I need a moment
    F**k SNL and the whole cast
    Tell 'em Yeezy said they can kiss my whole ass
    More specifically, they can kiss my asshole
    I'm an asshole? You n*ggas got jokes
    You short-minded n*ggas thoughts is Napoleon
    My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in
    Now I embody every characteristic of the egotistic
    He knows he so f**kin' gifted
    I just needed time alone, with my own thoughts
    Got treasures in my mind but couldn't open up my own vault
    My childlike creativity, purity and honesty
    Is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts
    Reality is catching up with me
    Taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody
    With these responsibilities that they entrusted me
    As I look down at my diamond encrusted piece

    Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the powder
    'Til then, **** that, the world's ours
    Colin Powells, Austin Powers
    Lost in translation with a whole ****in' nation
    They say I was the abomination of Obama's nation
    Well that's a pretty bad way to start the conversation
    At the end of the day, goddammit, I'm killin' this shit
    I know damn well y'all feeling this shit

    I don't need your p*ssy, bitch, I'm on my own dick
    I ain't gotta power trip, who you goin' home with?
    How 'Ye doing? I'm surviving
    I was drinking earlier, now I'm driving
    Where the bad bitches, huh? Where y'all hiding?
    I got the power make your life so exciting
    Now this will be a beautiful death
    I'm jumping out the window
    I'm letting everything go
    I'm letting everything go

    Ye's top three songs stand separately from the rest of his catalogue, as individually brilliant and spectacular as they each are, but what gives "Power" the edge is the production. For far longer than he cared to be, he was pigeon-holed as a producer, but it's that special ear and vision he has in that role that makes him such a special emcee. A glorious amalgamation of rock and gospel music, seamlessly melded into this supreme, stadium-ready anthem, "Power" is a complete, crystallised masterpiece of a rap song that absolutely no one else could've delivered with an iota of the precision as Ye did. I've said before that this is Kanye West at his Kanye best and I doubt he'll ever top this. While not his most commercially successful, for me, this is his signature song as it captures his essence and excellence better than any of his other creations. 10/10

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  • JSparksFan
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    Originally posted by Plym View Post
    love roses, definitely my fave out of this lot.
    the obligatory singles, they're good but slightly overplayed for me
    Three more obligatory singles to go! Glad you appreciate "Roses" too.

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  • Plym
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    love roses, definitely my fave out of this lot.
    the obligatory singles, they're good but slightly overplayed for me

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  • JSparksFan
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    010. Roses



    I know it's past visiting hours
    But can I please give her these flowers?
    The doctor don't wanna take procedures
    He claim her heart can't take the anaesthesia
    It'll send her body into a seizure
    That lil' thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beepin'

    Hey, chick, I'm at a loss for words
    What do you say at this time? Remember when I was 9?
    Tell her everything gon' be fine, but I be lyin'
    Her family cryin', they want her to live, and she tryin'
    I'm arguin like what kind of doctor can we fly in
    You know the best medicine go to people that's paid

    If Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS
    And all the broke motherf**kers passed away
    You telling me if my grandma's in the NBA
    Right now she'd be okay?
    But since she was just a secretary, worked for the church for 35 years
    Things 'sposed to stop right here
    My grandfather tryin' to pull it together, he's strong
    That's where I get my confidence from
    I asked the nurse, "Did you do the research?"
    She asked me, "Can you sign some t-shirts?"
    Bitch, is you smokin reefer?
    You don't see that we hurt? But still

    I smile when Rosie comes to see me
    And I, can't wait for a sunny day (seeing it through your eyes)
    Can't wait for the clouds to break
    They outside of the emergency room, room
    You can feel my heartbeat, beat, beat
    If she gon' pull through, we gon' find out soon
    But right now she asleep, sleep, sleep
    My momma 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 of work
    Plus my Aunt Shirley, Aunt Beverly, Aunt Clay and Aunt Jean
    So many Aunties we could have an Auntie Team
    Feel like Amerie, it's just "1 Thing"
    When they said that she made it you see they eyes gleam
    I think we at a all-time high
    To get there, we run, we fly, we drive
    'Cause with my family we know we know where home is
    And so instead of sendin' flowers, we the roses


    I love this song for its heart, emotion, and realism. The family collective gathering around the grandmother, willing her to live, juxtaposed against the nurse asking for signed t-shirts, I think that's one of my favourite dehumanising/insensitive/unconscionably selfish illustrations in music. This song would've been a perfect 10 had that outro been snipped. 9.6/10
    009. Hey Mama



    I know I act a fool, but
    I promise you I'm going back to school, and
    I appreciate what you allowed for me, and, uh
    I just want you to be proud of me (Hey Mama)
    I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine
    This little light of mine, I'm finna let it shine
    I'm finna take y'all back to them better times
    I'm finna talk about my mama if y'all don't mind
    I was three years old when you and I moved to the Chi
    Late December, harsh winter gave me a cold
    You fixed me up something that was good for my soul
    Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowl?
    You work late nights just to keep on the lights
    Mommy got me training wheels so I could keep on my bike
    And you would give me anything in this world
    Michael Jackson leather and a glove, but didn't give me a curl
    And you never put no man over me
    And I love you for that mommy, can't you see?

    Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes
    'Cause a nigga cheating, telling you lies, then I started to cry
    As we knelt on the kitchen floor
    I said mommy I'mma love you 'til you don't hurt no more
    And when I'm older, you ain't gotta work no more
    And I'mma get you that mansion that we couldn't afford
    See you're, unbreakable, unmistakable
    Highly capable, lady that's making loot
    A living legend too, just look at what heaven do
    Send us an angel, and I thank you (Hey Mama)

    Forrest Gump mama said, "Life is like a box of chocolates"
    My mama told me go to school, get your doctorate
    Something to fall back on, you could profit with
    But still supported me when I did the opposite
    Now I feel like it's things I gotta get
    Things I gotta do, just to prove to you
    You was getting through, can the choir, please
    Give me a verse of "You Are So Beautiful To Me"
    Can't you see, you're like a book of poetry
    Maya Angelou, Nikki Giovanni
    Turn one page and there's my mommy
    Come on mommy just dance with me
    Let the whole world see your dancing feet

    Second, they get up you gon get that Benzo
    Tint the windows
    Ride around the city and let ya friends know (Hey Mama)
    Tell your job you gotta fake 'em out
    Since you brought me in this world, let me take you out
    To a restaurant, upper echelon
    I'mma get you a Jag, whatever else you want
    Just tell me what kind of S-Type Donda West like?
    Tell me the perfect color so I make it just right
    It don't gotta be Mother's Day, or your birthday
    For me to just call and say (Hey Mama)


    I'm a mama's boy through and through so this song tugs on ALL the heartstrings, every last one. There's a significant shift in the Ye we saw pre-Donda West passing versus post and I think this song gives a solid snippet as to why that was. It's been tough to watch Ye trying to perform this song and being too overcome with emotion to get through it. 10/10
    008. All of the Lights (feat. Rihanna)



    Turn up the lights in here baby
    Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
    Turn up the lights in here, baby
    You know what I need
    Want you to see everything
    Want you to see all of the lights
    Fast cars, shooting stars
    (All of the lights, all of the lights)
    Until it's Vegas everywhere we are
    (All of the lights)
    If you want it you can get it for the rest of your life
    If you want it you can get it for the rest of your life
    Something wrong
    I hold my head
    MJ gone, our n*gga dead!

    I slapped my girl, she called the feds
    I did that time and spent that bread
    I'm heading home, I'm almost there
    I'm on my way, headed up the stairs
    To my surprise, a n*gga replacing me
    I had to take 'em to that ghetto university (all of the lights)
    Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights
    Strobe lights, street lights
    (All of the lights, all of the lights)
    Fast life, drug life
    Thug life, rock life
    Every night (all of the lights)
    Turn up the lights in here, baby
    Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
    Turn up the lights in here, baby
    You know what I need, want you to see everything
    Want you to see all of the lights
    Restraining order
    Can't see my daughter
    Her mother, brother, grandmother hate me in that order
    Public visitation
    We met at Borders
    Told her she take me back
    I'll be more supportive
    I made mistakes
    I bumped my head
    Courts suck me dry
    I spent that bread
    She need her daddy
    Baby please,
    Can't let her grow up in that ghetto university
    (all of the lights)...
    Unemployment line, credit card declined
    Did I not mention I was about to lose my mind? (My mind, my mind, my mind)
    And also was about to do that line (line, line, line)
    Okay, okay, you know we going all the way this time (time)


    The production on this song is perfection. It's so grandiose and commanding. I also love the shout-out to MJ - I think that was the most Ye way of going about it. Further, I find it hilarious that there are a tonne of A-list stars on this and the only one Ye bothered to credit was Rihanna. I mean, if he had to pick one, he picked the right one, but I always found that funny. 10/10
    007. Stronger



    Work it, make it, do it
    Makes us harder, better, faster, stronger

    N-now th-that that don't kill me
    Can only make me stronger
    I need you to hurry up now
    'Cause I can't wait much longer
    I know I got to be right now
    'Cause I can't get much wronger
    Man I've been waiting all night now
    That's how long I been on ya
    I need you right now
    Let's get lost tonight
    You could be my Black Kate Moss tonight
    Play secretary, I'm the boss tonight
    And you don't give a f**k what they all say, right?
    Awesome, the Christian in Christian Dior
    Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
    I ask, 'cause I'm not sure
    Do anybody make real shit anymore?
    Bow in the presence of greatness
    'Cause right now thou hast forsaken us
    You should be honoured by my lateness
    That I would even show up to this fake shit
    So go ahead, go nuts, go apeshit
    Specially in my pastel, on my Bape shit
    Act like you can't tell who made this
    New Gospel homie, take six and take this, haters

    I don't know if you got a man or not
    If you made plans or not
    If God put me in the plans or not
    I'm tripping, this drink got me saying a lot
    But I know that God put you in front of me
    So how the hell could you front on me?
    It's a thousand yous, there's only one of me

    I'm tripping, I'm caught up in the moment, right?
    'Cause it's Louis Vuitton Don night
    So we gonna do everything that Kan like
    Heard they'd do anything for a Klondike
    Well, I'd do anything for a blonde dyke
    And she'll do anything for the limelight
    And we'll do anything when the time's right
    You know how long I've been on ya?
    Since Prince was on Apollonia
    Since O.J. Had Isotoners
    Don't act like I never told ya


    "Stronger" was the first Ye song I can recall ever hearing. For me, it was such a refreshing rap song, hip/hop paired with dance-pop? It wasn't a lot of those hybrid songs out at the time and for a while, I even had this down as my top Ye song. To this day, I still think this has the most 'Ye' lyric ever: "You should be honoured by my lateness, that I would even show up to this fake shit." That line will likely give me life into perpetuity. 10/10
    006. Gold Digger (feat. Jamie Foxx)



    She take my money when I'm in need
    Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed
    Oh, she's a gold digger
    Way over town, that digs on me
    Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
    (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke n*ggas
    (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
    (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke n*ggas

    (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, go 'head, get down
    (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head
    Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon
    With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
    She said, "I can tell you rock, 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 lookin' for the one, have you seen her?
    My psychic told me she'll have a ass like Serena
    Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids
    And I gotta take all they bad ass to ShowBiz?
    Okay, 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 f**kin' with this girl, then you better be paid
    You know why? It take too much to touch her
    From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
    My best friend said she used to f**k with Usher
    I don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her

    Eighteen years, eighteen years
    She got one of your kids, got you for eighteen years
    I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids
    His baby mama 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 supposed to buy your shorty Tyco with your money
    She went to the doctor, got lipo with your money
    She walkin' around lookin' like Michael with your money
    Shoulda got that insured, Geico for your money
    If you ain't no punk
    Holla, "We want prenup! We want prenup!" (Yeah!)
    It's somethin' that you need to have
    'Cause when she leave yo' ass, she gon' leave with half
    Eighteen years, eighteen years
    And on the 18th birthday he found out it wasn't his?

    Now, I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needs
    You don't want a dude to smoke but he can't buy weed
    You go out to eat, he can't pay, y'all can't leave
    There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves
    But while y'all washin', watch him
    He gon' make it to a Benz out of that Datsun
    He got that ambition, baby, look at his eyes
    This week he moppin' floors, next week it's the fries
    So stick by his side
    I know there's dudes ballin', and yeah, that's nice
    And they gonna keep callin' and tryin', but you stay right, girl
    And when you get on, he'll leave yo' ass for a white girl


    Fun fact - for a long time, I thought this song was overrated. I think it clicked with me as I got older and was able to appreciate it more as a satirical piece on some serious socioeconomic issues. 10/10

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    easily his top 3 best! and fantasy would be my number 1 too
    Great minds!

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    easily his top 3 best! and fantasy would be my number 1 too

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    Albums Intermission

    Just before we get into the elite top 10 tracks of Kanye's discography, I wanted to present my ranking of his 12 solo and joint studio albums. There are four studio albums from his catalogue still standing: The College Dropout, Late Registration, Graduation, and My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy. Will these be the top four albums? Let's see!

    12. Ye : 7.01/10



    11. Kids See Ghosts : 7.14/10



    10. Jesus is King : 7.15/10



    09. The Life of Pablo : 7.35/10



    08. Yeezus : 7.66/10



    07. Graduation : 7.76/10



    06. Donda : 7.79/10



    05. Watch the Throne : 8.03/10



    04. 808s & Heartbreak : 8.08/10



    03. The College Dropout : 8.2/10



    02. Late Registration : 8.28/10



    01. My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy : 8.64/10

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    monster worthy of that position
    Good you agree!

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    monster worthy of that position

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    015. Heartless



    In the night I hear 'em talk
    The coldest story ever told
    Somewhere far along this road

    He lost his soul to a woman so heartless
    How could you be so heartless?
    Oh, how could you be so heartless?
    How could you be so, cold as the winter wind when it breeze, yo
    Just remember that you talkin' to me though
    You know need to watch the way you talkin' to me, yo
    I mean after all the things that we've been through
    I mean after all the things we got into
    Hey yo, I know of some things that you ain't told me
    Hey yo, I did some things but that's the old me
    And now you wanna get me back and you goin' show me
    So you walk around like you don't know me
    You got a new friend, well I got homies
    But in the end it's still so lonely

    How could be so Dr. Evil
    You bringin' out a side of me that I don't know
    I decided we weren't goin' speak so
    Why we up three A.M. on the phone

    Why does she be so mad at me for
    Homie I don't know, she's hot and cold
    I won't stop, I won't mess my groove up
    Cause I already know how this thing go
    You run and tell your friends that you're leaving me
    They say that they don't see what you see in me
    You wait a couple months then you gon' see
    You'll never find nobody better than me
    ...
    So I got something new to see
    And you just goin' keep hatin' me
    And we just goin' be enemies

    The toast of '808s & Heartbreak', "Heartless" will go down as one of Ye's most influential singles. I remember really enjoying it at the time it came out, but it's been insane to see the broad range of artists that have covered it over the years. It's a song that works well reconstructed into practically every genre interpretation. I recall Kris Allen from S8 of American Idol covering it to enormous praise and moderate commercial success (even hitting #16 in the US). 9/10
    014. Lost in the World



    I'm up in the woods
    I'm down on my mind
    I'm building a still
    To slow down the time
    You're my devil, you're my angel
    You're my heaven, you're my hell
    You're my now, you're my forever
    You're my freedom, you're my jail
    You're my lies, you're my truth
    You're my war, you're my truce
    You're my questions, you're my proof
    You're my stress and you're my masseuse
    Mama say, mama say, mama Maku-san
    Lost in this plastic life
    Let's break out of this fake-ass party
    Turn this into a classic night
    If we die in each other's arms
    Still get laid in that afterlife
    If we die in each other's arms
    Still get laid, yeah

    The distorted opening verse and vocals, the punchy pop-esque delivery of the subsequent verses, the overarching intensity and emotion of the songwriting, "Lost in the World" favours a pop-friendly ear, which is likely why I love it so much. 9/10
    013. Selah



    God is King, we the soldiers
    Ultrabeam out the solar
    When I get to Heaven's gates, I ain't gotta peek over
    Keepin' perfect composure
    When I scream at the chauffeur
    I ain't mean, I'm just focused
    I ain't mean, I'm just focused
    Pour the lean out slower
    Got us clean out of soda
    Before the flood, people judge
    They did the same thing to Noah
    Everybody wanted Yandhi
    Then Jesus Christ did the laundry
    They say the week start on Monday
    But the strong start on Sunday
    Won't be in bondage to any man, John 8:33
    We the descendants of Abraham
    Ye should be made free, John 8:36
    To whom the Son set free is free indeed
    He saved a wretch like me
    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
    Hallelujah, He is wonderful

    If you woke then wake up
    With Judas kiss and make up
    Even with the bitter cup
    Forgave my brothers and drank up
    Did everything but gave up
    Stab my back, I can't front
    Still we win, we prayed up
    Even when we die, we raise up (hallelujah)
    Ain't no wantin', no, we need it
    The powers that be done been greedy
    We need ours by this evening
    No white flag or no treaty
    We got the product, we got the tools
    We got the minds, we got the youth
    We goin' wild, we on the loose
    People is lying, we are the truth
    Everything old shall now become new
    The leaves will be green, bearing the fruit
    Love God and our neighbor, as written in Luke
    The army of God and we are the truth

    A lot of 'Jesus is King' is disposable, but this, this is something else. Most folks never really bought into Ye's reformed/saved rebrand of this era, but the gospel choir takes you as close to the edge of purchase as any of his songs did. The verses from Ye are surprisingly strong, too. For me, "Selah" is an unlikely gem. 9.5/10
    012. Never Let Me Down (feat. Jay-Z & J. Ivy)



    When it comes to being true
    At least true to me (that's right, it's what I do, c'mon)
    One thing I've found (uh-huh)
    One thing I've found
    Oh, no, you'll never let me down (no, I ain't never let you down)...
    First I snatched the streets
    Then I snatch the charts
    First I had they ear
    Now I have they heart
    Rappers came and went
    I've been here from the start
    I seen them put it together
    Watched them take it apart
    ...
    When you hot, I'm hot
    And when your feet cold, mines are sizzlin'
    It's plain to see, niggas can't f**k with me
    'Cause I'mma be that nigga for life, this is not an image
    This is God-given
    This is hard livin' mixed with Cristal sippin'
    It's the most consistent, Hov
    Give you the most hits
    You could fit inside a whole disk and
    Nigga, I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
    It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
    I'm back to claim pole position
    Holla at ya boy
    I get down for my grandfather
    Who took my mama, made her sit in that seat
    Where white folks ain't want us to eat
    At the tender age of six she was arrested for the sit-ins
    And with that in my blood, I was born to be different
    Now n*ggas can't make it to ballots to choose leadership
    But we can make it to Jacob's or to the dealership
    Swear, I hear new music and I just don't be feelin' it
    Racism's still alive, they just be concealin' it

    But I know they don't want me in the damn club
    They even made me show ID to get inside of Sam's Club
    I done did dirt and when to church to get my hands scrubbed
    Swear I been baptised 'least three or four times
    But in the land where n*ggas praise you, cons are gettin' paid
    It's gon' take a lot more than coupons to get us saved
    Like it take a lot more than Do-Rags to get you waves
    Nothin' as sad as the day my girl's father passed away
    So I promised to Mr. Rainey, I'm gonna marry your daughter
    And you know I gotta thank you for the way that she was brought up
    And I know that you was smilin' when you seen the car I bought her
    And you sent tears from heaven when you seen my car get balled up
    But I can't complain what the accident did to my left eye
    'Cause look what a accident did to Left-Eye
    First Aaliyah, now Romeo must die
    I know I got angels watchin' me from the other side
    We are all here for a reason on a particular path
    You don't need a curriculum to know that you are part of the math
    Cats think I'm delirious, but I'm so damn serious
    That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world
    I'm tryna make it better for these little boys and girls
    I'm not just another individual
    My spirit is a part of this, that's why I get spiritual
    But I get my hymns from Him
    So it's not me, it's He that's lyrical
    I'm not a miracle
    I'm a heaven-sent instrument
    My rythmatic regiment navigates melodic notes for your soul and your mental
    That's why I'm instrumental
    Vibrations is what I'm into
    Yeah, I need my loot by rent day
    But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
    I'm tryin' to give us, "us free" like Cinque
    I can't stop
    That's why I'm hot
    Determination, dedication, motivation
    I'm talking to you of my many inspirations
    When I say I can't let you or self down
    If I were on the highest cliff on the highest riff
    And you slipped off the side and clenched on to your life in my grip
    I would never, ever, let you down
    And when these words are found
    Let it be known that God's penmanship
    Has been signed in the language called love
    That's why my breath is felt by the deaf
    And why my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind
    I, too, dream in color, and in rhyme
    So I guess I'm one of a kind in a full house
    'Cause whenever I open my heart, my soul, or my mouth
    A touch of God rains out
    Take 'em to church


    This Ye countdown was several years in the making in that I started exploring his catalogue a good way back and when I came across this track, I knew this was an artist whose discography was worth the time to explore. From Jay to Ye to J. Ivy, the song just gets better and better. The gospel choir insertions are brilliantly placed and had this song ended on J. Ivy's verse, instead of that wholly unnecessary encore verse from Jay, this would be a perfect 10. 9.5/10
    011. Monster (feat. Nicki Minaj)



    I shoot the lights out
    Hide 'til it's bright out
    Oh, just another lonely night
    Are you willing to sacrifice your life?
    Ahh!
    Uh, the best livin' or dead hands down, huh
    Less talk, more head right now, huh
    And my eyes more red than the devil is
    And I'm 'bout to take it to another level, bitch
    Matter who you go and get, ain't nobody cold as this
    Do the rap and the track, triple-double, no assists
    And my only focus is stayin' on some bogus shit
    Arguin' with my older bitch, actin' like I owe her shit
    I heard the beat, the same raps that give the track pain
    Bought the chain that always give me back pain
    F**kin' up my money so, yeah, I had to act sane
    Chi nigga but these hoes love my accent
    She came up to me and said, "This the number to dial"
    If you wanna make it number one, you're number two now
    Mix that Goose and Malibu, I call it "Malibooyauh"
    Goddamn, Yeezy always hit 'em with a new style
    Know that motherf**ker, well, what you gon' do now?
    Whatever ever I wanna do, gosh, it's cool now
    Know I'm gonna do, ah, it's the new now
    Think you motherf**kers really really need to cool out
    'Cause you will never get on top off this
    So, mami, best advice is just to get on top of this
    Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?
    Ah, put the p*ssy in a sarcophagus
    Now she claimin' that I bruised her esophagus
    Head of the class and she just won a swallowship
    I'm livin' in the future so the present is my past
    My presence is a present, kiss my ass
    ...
    Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta
    With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka
    Yeah, I'm in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka
    You could be the king but watch the Queen conquer
    Okay, first things first I'll eat your brains
    Then I'mma start rockin' gold teeth and fangs
    'Cause that's what a motherf**kin' monster do
    Hairdresser from Milan, that's the monster 'do
    Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe
    Young money is the roster and the monster crew
    And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face
    And if I'm fake, I ain't notice 'cause my money ain't
    So let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie?
    But my features and my shows ten times your pay?
    Fifty K for a verse, no album out
    Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbies gotta climb it
    Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent
    Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it
    Nicki on them titties when I sign it
    That's how these niggas so one-track minded
    But really, really I don't give a F-U-C-K
    "Forget Barbie, f**k Nicki 'cause sh-she's fake"
    "She on a diet, " but my pockets eatin' cheesecake
    And I'll say bride of Chucky is child's play
    Just killed another career it's a mild day
    Besides, Ye, they can't stand besides me
    I think me, you and Amb' should ménage Friday
    Pink wig, thick ass, give 'em whip lash
    I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast
    Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for
    Ah, I'm a mother****in' monster!


    "Monster" is one of the most loaded hip/hop tracks in this top 100, just given the name value of the featured acts alone. It was also an incredibly difficult track to rate and rank as Ye gives a fine verse and Nicki absolutely obliterates her verse (my favourite verse in hip/hop history, in fact), but Jay and Ross don't do much for me here. Still, this track was certainly a huge moment in 2010 and I remember how excited I was when the video dropped, where Nicki once more stole the show. I certainly didn't mind shirtless Ye there either. 9.5/10

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    love no church and jesus walks!
    wonder how many late registration tracks are left
    Four! And none of them are in this upcoming set!

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    love no church and jesus walks!
    wonder how many late registration tracks are left

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    020. Bittersweet Poetry



    Never did this before, that's what the virgin says
    We've been generally warned, that's what the surgeon says
    God talk to me now, this is an emergency
    And she claim she only with me for the currency...
    But we don't love no more, I guess we f**king then...
    But I can't even vibe with you sexually
    'Cause every time I would try, you would question me
    Saying "You f**king them girls, disrespecting me?
    You don't see how ya lies is affecting me
    You don't see how our life was supposed to be
    And I never let a n*gga get that close to me
    And you ain't cracked up to what you was supposed to be
    You always gone, you'll always be where them hoes'll be"
    And this the first time she ever spilled her soul to me

    Released as the deluxe edition Japanese track on 'Graduation', "Bittersweet Poetry" features the uncomfortable topic of domestic violence, but the song's melody is, in contrast, light and sing-songy. I do love the passion expressed in that final verse from the woman's POV. 8.7/10
    019. Runaway



    Let's have a toast for the douche bags
    Let's have a toast for the assholes
    Let's have a toast for the scumbags
    Every one of them that I know
    Let's have a toast for the jerk offs
    That'll never take work off
    Baby, I got a plan
    Run away fast as you can...
    Never was much of a romantic
    I could never take the intimacy
    And I know it did damage
    'Cause the look in your eyes is killin' me
    I guessin' you're at an advantage
    'Cause you could blame me for everything
    And I don't know where I'ma manage
    If one day you just up and leave

    This is such a beautiful song. The keyboard-led instrumentation is magical and the track never feels nine minutes long. My singular gripe is Pusha T's inclusion; for me, he sours the mood and disrupts the pace and flow of the track. Otherwise, melodically, this is one of Ye's top five finest masterpieces. Admittedly, this one took some time to grow on me and largely did because my sister loves it so much. 9/10
    018. Jesus Lord



    Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
    About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin'
    Man, it's hard to be an angel when you surrounded by demons (Jesus, Lord)
    I watched so many people leave
    I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
    God got you, the devil's watchin', he just peekin' in
    I know I made a promise that I'd never let the reaper in (Jesus)
    But lately, I've been losin' all my deepest friends (Lord)
    And lately, I've been swimmin' on the deepest end
    It's just drugs, it ain't no hugs, it ain't no love there
    You been down so much you don't even know what's upstairs
    Suicidal thoughts got you wonderin' what's up there (Jesus, Lord)
    And while I introduce the party, they say it's up there
    Too many pills, so much potions, so much pain, too many emotions
    And everything that you do good, it just go unnoticed (Jesus)
    Then they tell you that you good and just stay focused (Lord)
    Mama, you was the life of the party
    I swear you brought life to the party
    When you lost your life, it took the life out the party (Jesus)
    That woman rode with me like a Harley (Lord)
    Visions of my cousins in a cell really scarred me
    Movin' to the hood was like signin' up for the army
    'Cause they been killin' n- since n- was watchin' Barney (Jesus)
    You want dreams to come true? But I have nightmares (Lord)
    'Cause if that come to life, then I might not be right here
    Been in the dark so long, don't know if the light here
    But I'm just reachin' for the stars like Buzz Lightyear (Jesus)
    And now I'm light years ahead of those nightmares (Lord)
    I deaded those night terrors when the night clears
    And if I talk to Christ, can I bring my mother back to life?
    And if I die tonight, will I see her in the afterlife? (Jesus)
    But back to reality where everything's a tragedy (Lord)
    And better have a strategy or you could be a statistic
    Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
    And mama steady cryin' 'cause she really the victim (Jesus)
    Now she's gettin' high and she's gettin' addicted (Lord)
    And her older boy just stuck with the picture, painted vivid
    That's a family portrait and her daughter just absorbed it
    16, pregnant, baby daddy say she should abort it (Jesus)
    But we can't afford it, so she decides to move forward (Lord)
    Baby shower time, father didn't show up
    Now she just feelin' nauseous like she finna throw up
    The water flows down her legs, yeah, it's finna go up (Jesus)
    A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
    And she's still dependent on her mom
    Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
    He want revenge 'cause the pain, feelin' numb (Jesus)
    And her mom still doin' drugs 'cause that's the only time she feel loved (Lord)
    But is it real love? Do the scars really heal up?
    From all the pain that been built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
    A week done flew by, big bro ridin' then he see the guys (Lord)
    Left his little brother on the side, bleedin' from the side
    He seein' red, it's like he's bleedin' through his eyes
    To see him dead, the only thing that'll help the grievin' up inside (Jesus)
    He even let him get they last meal (Lord)
    He done with the streets after this, this his last kill
    He gotta show him that it's that real
    He ran up on him with the pipe like, "N-, stand still" (Jesus)
    "You took my brother life, you made my mother cry" (Lord)
    "Tell me one reason I shouldn't send you up to Christ"
    He said, "Go 'head, take my life, I've seen everything but Christ"
    The big bro just blacked out and all you seein' was the light (Jesus, Lord)
    Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
    Uh-huh, in the name of the true and living God
    The beneficent, the merciful (Hallelujah)
    Thank you for bringin' me up the rough side of the mountain like Ertuğrul (Jesus)
    Every knee bowed and every tongue confessed and paid homage (Lord)
    To the monk who visited Rothschilds like Thelonious did Pannonica (sheesh)
    It's Jay Elec-entendre-nica comin' through your monitor
    Back from the great beyond, the Son of Man and the son of Donda (Jesus)
    I never rolled the GXSR or the R6 or the Honda (Lord)
    But I flew my Ducati through North America like Wakanda
    Earthquakes will strike this nation for what Bush did to Rwanda (facts)
    What the Clintons did to Haiti and Downing Street did to Ghana
    In Tenochtitlan they call me Terremoto, El Negro Loco (Jesus)
    I shake the tectonic plates of the game if I lay one vocal (Lord)
    The God is interstellar while you fellas remain local
    My bars is like the pyramid temples of Pacal Votan (Jesus)
    As sure as the DOJ confirmed Ezekiel's Wheel (Lord)
    I could change the world like Yacub with two pieces of steel
    My sword and my microphone, I swore to the Christ's throne
    But when you great, they wanna say you took an L, José Castillo (Jesus)
    I'm in the fight here, fight here, for what seemed like light years (Lord)
    My rugged cross and thorny crowns squeeze out Christ tears
    30 pieces of silver clout, my Pierre price tier
    It's a war outside, it's a war outside (Jesus)
    It's like the last days of Sodom and Gomorrah outside (Lord)
    Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
    We've been through a lot of things
    Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
    He lives in a lot of things
    Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
    Been through a lot of things
    Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
    What up, Ye? This Larry Hoover Jr.
    First and foremost, I wanna thank you
    For taking the fight for my father to the Oval Office
    You might not have been the only one that could've did that
    But you were the one that did do that
    And with your assistance
    We can continue to let the world take part in this fight
    You know to me it kinda feels like, me, my mother, my brothers
    And my kids have all been incarcerated through this journey
    And we haven't even been to jail
    We've been looked at and treated as criminals, for being a part of this family
    My father's truth and the reality that he raised me in
    Is that he wanted to make a change in this community
    'Cause the conditions in this capitalist society
    Is what made him, and it's what made the children of today
    After 25 years of bein' locked down, 23 and 1
    My father has not called any shots
    From one of the most secure and segregated prisons in the world
    And will not, once released
    Call any of the shots for the Gangster Disciples
    If my father's intentions were to lead us to death, destruction
    Into the hell that he has had to live in for the past 26 years
    Man, he would be dead to me
    I didn't sign up for that
    I didn't stay on this journey this long for that
    All my life, man, I've been waitin' for my father to come home
    They told me when I graduate eighth grade, he would be home
    Then they told me when I graduate from high school, he would be home
    I went away to Morris Brown, I graduated and he still ain't home
    Now I'm a adult, and my daughter went away to college and graduated
    He still not home
    Now even more than that, my son
    He graduated eighth grade and we still waitin'
    Matter of fact, he hasn't hugged
    Kissed, or touched any of his grandchildren
    And they haven't been able to touch they grandfather
    Even though it is not seen that way for some of us
    But for many of us, Larry Hoover is a beacon of hope for his community
    Who deserves to breathe free air
    Free my father (Jesus), Mr. Larry Hoover Sr. (Lord)

    The top 'Donda' track, this version of "Jesus Lord" omits all the unnecessary verses that diluted the greatness of the part two version and we're given a more powerful version of the compelling Larry Hoover case, interwoven with some other deeply emotional stories. 9/10
    017. Ni**as in Paris



    She said, "Ye, can we get married at the mall?"
    I said, "Look, you need to crawl 'fore you ball"
    Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
    And show me why you deserve to have it all
    (Ball so hard) that shit cray, ain't it Jay?
    What she order, fish fillet?
    (B-Ball so hard) your whip so cold, this old thing?
    (Ball so hard) act like you'll never be around ************s like this again
    Bougie girl, grab her hand
    F**k that bitch, she don't wanna dance
    Excuse my French, but I'm in France, ahah, I'm just sayin'
    Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask me
    Cause I was him, I would have (married Kate and Ashley)
    What's Gucci, my nigga? What's Louis, my killer?
    What's drugs, my dealer? What's that jacket, Margiela?
    Doctors say I'm the illest
    'Cause I'm suffering from realness
    Got my niggas in Paris and they going gorillas, huh
    I don't even know what that means
    No one knows what it means, but it's provocative

    Jay is a cute opening act to the main highlight, Ye's verse. It's got all the wild, clever, raunchy fun and playfulness that I love from Ye. This is the final of 14 tracks from 'Watch the Throne' that made the top 100, which means 32% of my top 100 Ye songs are on either 'Donda' or "Watch the Throne'. 9/10
    016. Jesus Walks



    Order, huh
    Yo, we at war
    We at war with terrorism, racism
    But most of all we at war with ourselves
    God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down
    (Jesus walks with me, with me, with me, with me, with me)
    You know what the Midwest is? Young and restless
    Where restless - might snatch ya necklace
    And next these - might jack ya Lexus
    Somebody tell these - who Kanye West is
    I walk through the valley of Chi where death is
    Top floor the view alone will leave you breathless
    Try to catch it, it's kinda hard
    Getting choked by detectives, yeah, yeah, now check the method
    They be asking us questions, harass, and arrest us
    Saying, "We eat pieces of sh- like you for breakfast!"
    Huh? Y'all eat pieces of sh-? What's the basis?
    We ain't going nowhere, but got suits and cases
    A trunk full of coke, rental car from Avis
    My Mama used to say only Jesus can save us
    Well Mama, I know I act a fool
    But I'll be gone 'til November, I got packs to move
    I ain't here to argue about his facial features
    Or here to convert atheists into believers
    I'm just tryna say the way school need teachers
    The way Kathie Lee needed Regis, that's the way I need Jesus
    So here go my single, dawg, radio needs this
    They said you can rap about anything except for Jesus
    That means guns, sex, lies, videotape
    But if I talk about God, my record won't get played, huh?
    Well if this take away from my spins
    Which'll probably take away from my ends
    Then I hope this take away from my sins
    And bring the day that I'm dreaming about
    Next time I'm in the club, everybody screaming out

    Me and this song go way back. It was one of the first Ye songs I loved and to this day, there's not a weak line here, in my view. It's got all the right measurements of soul, gospel, rap, clever lyricism, and rare humility from a man who'd made it to that point by being anything but. It was one of several early signs that this was a man who was gonna do things his way and we were all gonna have to be okay with it, or better yet, wowed by his audacity at sending a rap song titled "Jesus Walks" his first era to the top 20 in the US and the UK. 9/10

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  • JSparksFan
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    Originally posted by SholasBoy View Post
    Good Life is a real uplifting track, again I wasn’t so into it at the time it was a hit but I love it now. All Falls Down is still one of his best, either the exquisitely produced Syleena Johnson version or the rawer demo with Lauryn Hill.
    Glad you like those two!

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  • SholasBoy
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    Good Life is a real uplifting track, again I wasn’t so into it at the time it was a hit but I love it now. All Falls Down is still one of his best, either the exquisitely produced Syleena Johnson version or the rawer demo with Lauryn Hill.

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    025. H•A•M



    And if life a bitch suck my dick huh?
    And a n*gga still young, wanna have no kids
    But I've been practicing with some actresses as bad as shit
    Had a few white girls, asses flat as shit
    But the head so good, damn a n*gga glad he hit...
    I play chicken with a Mack truck
    Y'all muthaf**kers woulda been moved
    I swam waters with great whites
    Y'all muthaf**kers woulda been chewed
    I hustle with vultures late nights
    Y'all muthaf**kers woulda been food

    I love the intensity of the beat on this. It gets chaotic during the verses, but smooths out by the time the refrain comes 'round and even builds to this celestial-esque Latin climax in the middle, with these angelic harmonies, before reverting to that hard-hitting, in-your-face beat to take you home. I remember when this dropped, as the forerunner 'Watch the Throne' single, on the same day as Brit Brit's "Hold It Against Me" and all of Team Britney watching closely to see if it'd be a threat. It wasn't. 8.5/10
    024. Bad News



    Didn't you know
    I was waiting on you
    My face turned to stone
    When I heard the news
    When you decide to break the rules...
    I played it off and act like I already knew
    Let me ask you
    How long have you known too
    You played it off and act like he's brand new

    Like its sister '808s & Heartbreak' tracks, "Bad News" is more about the gut-wrenching emotion and pain of heartbreak and betrayal than the scholarly wordplay for which Ye's usually lauded. Ye's autotuned vocals sound strained here, which marry the lyrics perfectly, and the persistent drumbeats are procession-like, marking the unexpected end of something once so beautiful. Then when the strings come in - whew! Melodically, this is one of the most impressive things he's done - so simple but so damn effective and impactful. 8.5/10
    023. Good Life (feat. T-Pain)



    I'mma get on this TV mama, I'mma
    I'mma put shit down...
    The good life, it feel like Atlanta
    It feel like L.A., it feel like Miami
    It feel like N.Y., summertime Chi, ahh...
    Y'all pop the trunk, I pop the hood, Ferrari
    And she got the goods
    And she got that ass, I got to look, sorry
    Yo, it's got to be 'cause I'm seasoned
    Haters give me them salty looks, Lawry's
    50 told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up
    And if they hate then let 'em hate
    And watch the money pile up" the good life...
    Welcome to the good life
    Where we like the girls who ain't on TV
    'Cause they got more (ass than the models)...
    The good life, it feel like Houston
    It feel like Philly, it feel like D.C.
    It feel like VA, or the Bay, or Yay
    Ayy, this is the good life
    Welcome to the good life
    Uh, homie, tell me what's good
    Why I only got a problem when you in the hood?
    Welcome to the good life
    Like I'm new in the hood, the only thing I wish

    A fun, club-ready, feel-good anthem, "Good Life" features shout-outs to many of the main US cities (the prime party places) and is really a toast to vacation life and general merriment. Also interesting how Ye name-drops 50 here, considering those two had that much-publicised chart battle for supremacy when 'Graduation' and 'Curtis' dropped the same week. 8.5/10
    022. All Falls Down (feat. Syleena Johnson)



    Now, tell me that ain't insecurr
    The concept of school seems so securr
    Sophomore, three yurrs, ain't picked a carurr
    She like **** it, I'll just stay down here and do hair
    Cause that's enough money to buy her a few pairs of new Airs
    Cause her baby daddy don't really care
    She's so precious with the peer pressure
    Couldn't afford a car so she named her daughter Alexus
    She had hair so long that it looked like weave
    Then she cut it all off now she look like Eve
    And she be dealing with some issues that you can't believe
    Single black female addicted to retail and well...
    I can't even pronounce nothing, pass that versace!
    We'll buy a lot of clothes when we don't really need em
    Things we buy to cover up what's inside
    Cause they make us hate ourself and love they wealth
    That's why shortys hollering "where the ballas' at?"
    Drug dealer buy Jordans, crackhead buy crack
    And a white man get paid off of all of that
    But I ain't even goin' act holier than thou
    Cause **** it, I went to Jacob with 25 thou
    Before I had a house and I'd do it again
    Cause I wanna be on 106 and Park pushing a Benz
    I wanna act ballerific like it's all terrific
    I got a couple past due bills, I won't get specific
    I got a problem with spending before I get it
    We all self conscious I'm just the first to admit it

    There's so much to appreciate about this song - Syleena's soulful vocals, the acknowledgement of the cultural ill of living beyond one's means and engaging in retail therapy to placate a sense of inadequacy and inferiority complexes, Ye's candid admission that he's battling it just like the track's protagonists. It's one of his beloved songs for good reason. It's a classic and is ageing well because instead of moving away from materialism, it seems we've dug even deeper into that hole since this song dropped. 8.5/10
    021. No Church in the Wild (feat. Frank Ocean)



    Human beings in a mob
    What's a mob to a king?
    What's a king to a God?
    What's a God to a non-believer
    Who don't believe in anything?
    Will he make it out alive?
    Alright, alright
    No church in the wild
    Tears on the mausoleum floor
    Blood stains the Colosseum doors
    Lies on the lips of a priest
    Thanksgiving disguised as a feast
    Rollin' in the Rolls-Royce Corniche
    Only the doctors got this, I'm hidin' from police
    Cocaine seats
    All white like I got the whole thing bleached
    Drug dealer chic
    I'm wonderin' if a thug's prayers reach
    Is Pious pious 'cause God loves pious?
    Socrates asks, "Whose bias do y'all seek?"
    All for Plato, screech
    I'm out chere' ballin', I know y'all hear my sneaks
    Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy, laid beats
    Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats, preach
    I live by you, desire
    I stand by you, walk through the fire
    Your love is my scripture
    And let me in through your encryption, yeah, yeah
    Coke on her black skin made it stripe like a zebra
    I call that jungle fever
    You will not control the threesome
    Just roll the weed up until I get me some
    We formed a new religion
    No sins as long as there's permission
    And deception is the only felony
    So never **** nobody without tellin' me
    Sunglasses and Advil
    Last night was mad real
    Sun comin' up five AM
    I wonder if they got cabs still
    Thinkin' 'bout the girl in all-leopard
    Who was rubbin' the wood like Kiki Shepard
    Two tattoos, one read "No apologies"
    The other said "Love is cursed by monogamy"
    That's somethin' that the pastor don't preach
    That's somethin' that a teacher can't teach
    When we die, the money we can't keep
    But we prolly spend it all 'cause the pain ain't cheap, preach

    This is another song without fault. Grade A lyricism, soulful refrain, intriguing melody - it definitely brings together my favourite elements from both emcees. 8.5/10

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    Originally posted by SholasBoy View Post
    Slow Jamz such a great track. I felt like Otis was underrated and a fun use of the sample Paranoid is an absolute banger and the highlight of 808s for me.
    My '808s' highlight is coming tomorrow!

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  • SholasBoy
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    Slow Jamz such a great track. I felt like Otis was underrated and a fun use of the sample Paranoid is an absolute banger and the highlight of 808s for me.

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    030. Ok Ok, Pt. 2 (feat. Shenseea)



    Nuh trust any and any man (Any man)
    Pree dem man, mi play along (Play along)
    Watch how dem ah sing mi song
    Suddenly dem tun ah fan
    Aim with precision
    Fi number one position
    Write the plan, right my wrong
    And look, now I'm the boss in charge
    Used to talk down 'pon me, now me on top
    Left mi inna struggle suh nuh badda come back
    Tek mi fi granted, tek mi fi soft
    And if yuh play hard
    If yuh let me down, mi nah have nuh food fi give yuh, right? Yuh know mi lock di shop down
    Mi did like when you show luv to mi face, then chat behind mi back
    Nuh trust people, cyaan trust people
    From dem eat the fruit, mankind tun evil
    Get cut off, you will get cut off
    Mi nuh cyar how much memories we have in the past
    Yuh bruk up wid yuh ex, still in love, suh yuh single
    Mi bruk up wid mi ex, him dead to me, I'm a widow

    This part two version with Shenseea for me is so much better than the part one equivalent, which I relegated to bubbling under irrelevance. Shenseea adds a level of spice and excitement that the version with Lil Yachty lacked. I would've loved to have seen how this could've worked as a promoted single. 8.3/10
    029. We Don't Care



    Drug dealin' just to get by
    Stackin' money 'till it get sky high
    (Kids, sing, kids, sing)
    We wasn't supposed to make it past 25
    Joke's on you, we still alive
    Throw your hands up in the sky and say
    We don't care what people say
    This is for my n*ggas outside all winter
    Cause this summer they ain't finna'
    Say next summer I'm finna'
    Sittin' in the hood like community colleges
    This dope money here is little Tre's scholarship
    Cause ain't no tuition for having no ambition
    And ain't no loans for sittin' your ass at home
    So we forced to sell crack, rap, and get a job
    You gotta do somethin' man, your ass is grown...
    We put shit on layaway, then come back
    We claim other people kids on our income tax...
    You know the kids goin' act a fool
    When you stop the programs for after school
    And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
    They favourite 50 Cent song 12 questions
    We scream, rock, blows, weed, park
    See now we smart
    We ain't r*tards, the way teachers thought
    Hold up, hold fast, we make more cash
    Now tell my momma I belong in that slow class
    Bad enough we on welfare
    They trying to put me on the school bus with the space for the wheelchair
    I'm trying to get the car with the chromie wheels here
    They trying to cut our lights out like we don't live here
    Look what was handed us
    Fathers abandoned us

    The first track from Ye's first album - the title alone is a fantastic prelude to the energy the legend would give for the rest of his career - "We Don't Care" pairs a light and frivolous melody with some pretty hard-hitting subject matter. Ye's writing here is strong and the song wholly engages the listener. I love the inclusion of a children's choir on the refrain. The female vocal on this sounds suspiciously like Mariah Carey, but apparently it's Riccarda Watkins in supreme soprano flight. 8.3/10
    028. Pinocchio Story



    It's so crazy, crazy-crazy
    I got everything figured out
    But for some reason I can never find what real love is about...
    There is no Gucci I can buy
    There is no Louis Vuitton to put on
    There is no Y.S.L. that they could sell
    To get my heart, out of this hell
    And my mind, out of this jail
    There is no clothes that I could buy
    That could turn, back in time
    There is no vacation spot I could fly
    That could bring back, a piece of real life
    Real life, what does it feel like?
    And there is no Gepetto, to guide me
    No one, right beside me
    The only one, was behind me
    I can't find her no more, I can't follow no more
    I can't
    The only one that come out on the tour and stays
    Back when I was livin' at home and this was all a big dream
    And the fame will be get got
    And the day I moved to L.A., maybe that was all my fault
    All my fault to be a real boy, chasin' the American dream
    Chasin' everything we seen, up on the TV screen
    And when uh, the Benz was left, and the clothes was left
    And the hoes was left, you talk the hoes to death
    Thinkin' the money to death
    You spend the dough to death
    And tell me what be left, for a real boy!
    They say "Kanye, you keep it too real boy"
    Perspective, and wise man say
    One day, you'll find your way

    Whew, the feels here are deep! The fact that it's essentially a freestyle in a live concert setting makes the pain that much more palpable. 8.3/10
    027. Ultralight Beam



    Tryna snap photos of familia
    My daughter look just like Sia, you can't see her...
    Cause I bet that my ex looking back like a pillar of salt

    The top 'Life of Pablo' track, "Ultralight Beam" features a truly divine gospel outro. 8.4/10
    026. Jail, Pt. 2 (feat. DaBaby)



    I'll be honest, we all liars
    I'll be honest, we all liars
    I'm pulled over and I got priors
    Guess we goin' down, guess who's goin' to jail?
    Man, tell them haters open up the jail (Open up the jail)
    And you can tell my baby mamas get the bail money (Bail me)
    I said one thing they ain't like, threw me out like they ain't care for me
    Threw me out like I'm garbage, huh?
    And that food that y'all took off my table
    You know that feed my daughters, huh? (Mmm)
    But I ain't really mad, 'cause when I look at it
    I'm getting them snakes up out my grass and, ****, that's a good habit
    I'm ready for war, let's get at 'em
    And teaming up ain't gon' help 'em
    'Cause beating the odds too deep
    Just me and God, ****, ****, I'm good at it
    Matter of fact, I'm great at it, my cell phone back at it
    I know these people gon' try to tell me how to talk
    Don't know what I seen or what I was taught
    My mama worked two or three jobs to take care of three of her kids, my uncles watched
    Yeah, we was raised by the crack addicts
    Mmm, raised by the drug dealers, killers, and the junkies (Junkies)
    Mama couldn't save us 'cause she had to get the—
    Mama couldn't save us 'cause she had to get the money
    Feel like your world falling, getting too hard to catch it, ain't it?
    You and your girl arguin', you don't like how she actin' lately
    Giving it everything that you can give and you don't get half the patience
    You was busy hustlin', the things come with your hustle
    They got in her head, corrupted her
    Yeah, that's probably what happened, ain't it?
    Large amount of capital, invested in myself
    Underground, I ain't even have a basement, I read the affidavit
    Let's see what it is with you
    Only thing I did to you
    Was always keep it real and true
    Guilty, guess they gon' have to take me

    If you'd told me that on a track with Ye, Jay, and DaBaby, that latter name would have the best verse, I would not have believed you, but the best lyrical moments from either version of "Jail" comes via the extremely problematic Charlotte emcee. 8.5/10

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    035. No Child Left Behind



    This song is one with such a rich instrumental that I don't need to care at all for the sparse lyrics. 8.2/10
    034. Drive Slow



    He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me alone...
    How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
    Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin'
    Al B. Sure n*gga with the hair all wavy
    Hit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy
    Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout eighty
    Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby
    With the girls a lotta flirtin' involved, but dawg
    F**k all that flirtin', I'm tryna get in some drawers, so
    Put me on with these hoes homie
    He told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow homie

    One of the most immediate 'Late Registration' gems for me, "Drive Slow" traverses well-worn territory with its advice to youth regarding not being in a rush to grow up. 8.2/10
    033. Paranoid



    Tell me right now
    You really wanna spend your whole life alone?
    A little time out might do you good, might do us good
    Before we be done for good...
    You wanna check in to the heartbreak hotel
    But sorry we're closed

    This one is catchy, with its videogame-esque melody. It's one of his most poppy tracks. 8.3/10
    032. Christian Dior Denim Flow



    I wonder how it feel in Lara Stone’s walls
    Jessica Gomes, y'all, I would damage her
    And see if Jessica Stam got the stamina...
    Christian Dior denim flow
    I told her I’m tryna eat out so what we going for dinner for

    There are four other rappers on this track, but Ye outraps them all. Granted, his lines are basically a verbalisation of some wet dream fantasies, but it's well-written and delivered still. 8.3/10
    031. See You in My Nightmares (feat. Lil Wayne)



    I got the right, to put up a fight
    But not quite, 'cause you cut off my light
    But my sight, is better tonight
    And I might, see you in my nightmare
    Ooh, how did you get there?
    'Cause we were once a fairytale
    But this is farewell, yeah...
    Baby girl I'm finished
    I thought we were committed
    I thought we were cemented
    I really thought we meant it
    But now we just repenting
    And now we just resenting
    The clouds is in my vision
    Look how high that I be getting

    I love the darkness of this track and Wayne actually 'out-passions' Ye here. I remember when '808s & Heartbreak' dropped, this was one of the songs I kept going back to because it had such an alluring melody and I was wholly impressed and shocked by how Wayne commanded it. It's held up well over the years. 8.3/10

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    040. Illest Motherf**ker Alive



    Damn, baby, p*ssy can't be your only hustle
    Unless you bad as Naomi Russell...
    Bulletproof condom when I'm in these hoes...
    King Hov, I'm exactly what the f*ck you think
    Eleven in a row, Bill Russell rings, Michael Jordan swag
    Y'all think Michael Jordan bad
    Nigga I got a 5 more rings than Michael Jordan had
    Elvis has left the building now I'm on the Beatles ass...
    Bey' Bey' my Yoko Ono,
    Rih' Rih' complete the family
    Imagine how that's gon' look front row at the Grammys

    I'll never understand the three-minute-long silence at the beginning of this track - wholly unnecessary, in my view. However, once the song does get going, it's pretty good. Solid beat, great lyrics, it's a reliable banger from a solid album. 8.2/10
    039. Jesus Lord, Pt. 2



    Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
    About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin'
    Man, it's hard to be an angel when you surrounded by demons (Jesus, Lord)
    I watched so many people leave
    I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
    God got you, the devil's watchin', he just peekin' in
    I know I made a promise that I'd never let the reaper in (Jesus)
    But lately, I've been losin' all my deepest friends (Lord)
    And lately, I've been swimmin' on the deepest end
    It's just drugs, it ain't no hugs, it ain't no love there
    You been down so much you don't even know what's upstairs
    Suicidal thoughts got you wonderin' what's up there (Jesus, Lord)
    And while I introduce the party, they say it's up there
    Too many pills, so much potions, so much pain, too many emotions
    And everything that you do good, it just go unnoticed (Jesus)
    Then they tell you that you good and just stay focused (Lord)
    Mama, you was the life of the party
    I swear you brought life to the party
    When you lost your life, it took the life out the party (Jesus)
    That woman rode with me like a Harley (Lord)
    Visions of my cousins in a cell really scarred me
    Movin' to the hood was like signin' up for the army
    'Cause they been killin' n- since n- was watchin' Barney (Jesus)
    You want dreams to come true? But I have nightmares (Lord)
    'Cause if that come to life, then I might not be right here
    Been in the dark so long, don't know if the light here
    But I'm just reachin' for the stars like Buzz Lightyear (Jesus)
    And now I'm light years ahead of those nightmares (Lord)
    I deaded those night terrors when the night clears
    And if I talk to Christ, can I bring my mother back to life?
    And if I die tonight, will I see her in the afterlife? (Jesus)
    But back to reality where everything's a tragedy (Lord)
    And better have a strategy or you could be a statistic
    Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
    And mama steady cryin' 'cause she really the victim (Jesus)
    Now she's gettin' high and she's gettin' addicted (Lord)
    And her older boy just stuck with the picture, painted vivid
    That's a family portrait and her daughter just absorbed it
    16, pregnant, baby daddy say she should abort it (Jesus)
    But we can't afford it, so she decides to move forward (Lord)
    Baby shower time, father didn't show up
    Now she just feelin' nauseous like she finna throw up
    The water flows down her legs, yeah, it's finna go up (Jesus)
    A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
    And she's still dependent on her mom
    Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
    He want revenge 'cause the pain, feelin' numb (Jesus)
    And her mom still doin' drugs 'cause that's the only time she feel loved (Lord)
    But is it real love? Do the scars really heal up?
    From all the pain that been built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
    A week done flew by, big bro ridin' then he see the guys (Lord)
    Left his little brother on the side, bleedin' from the side
    He seein' red, it's like he's bleedin' through his eyes
    To see him dead, the only thing that'll help the grievin' up inside (Jesus)
    He even let him get they last meal (Lord)
    He done with the streets after this, this his last kill
    He gotta show him that it's that real
    He ran up on him with the pipe like, "N-, stand still" (Jesus)
    "You took my brother life, you made my mother cry" (Lord)
    "Tell me one reason I shouldn't send you up to Christ"
    He said, "Go 'head, take my life, I've seen everything but Christ"
    The big bro just blacked out and all you seein' was the light (Jesus, Lord)
    Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
    The beneficent, the merciful (Hallelujah)
    Thank you for bringin' me up the rough side of the mountain like Ertuğrul (Jesus)
    Every knee bowed and every tongue confessed and paid homage (Lord)
    To the monk who visited Rothschilds like Thelonious did Pannonica (sheesh)
    It's Jay Elec-entendre-nica comin' through your monitor
    Back from the great beyond, the Son of Man and the son of Donda (Jesus)
    I never rolled the GXSR or the R6 or the Honda (Lord)
    But I flew my Ducati through North America like Wakanda
    Earthquakes will strike this nation for what Bush did to Rwanda (facts)
    What the Clintons did to Haiti and Downing Street did to Ghana
    In Tenochtitlan they call me Terremoto, El Negro Loco (Jesus)
    I shake the tectonic plates of the game if I lay one vocal (Lord)
    The God is interstellar while you fellas remain local
    My bars is like the pyramid temples of Pacal Votan (Jesus)
    As sure as the DOJ confirmed Ezekiel's Wheel (Lord)
    I could change the world like Yacub with two pieces of steel
    My sword and my microphone, I swore to the Christ's throne
    But when you great, they wanna say you took an L, José Castillo (Jesus)
    I'm in the fight here, fight here, for what seemed like light years (Lord)
    My rugged cross and thorny crowns squeeze out Christ tears
    30 pieces of silver clout, my Pierre price tier
    It's a war outside, it's a war outside (Jesus)
    It's like the last days of Sodom and Gomorrah outside (Lord)
    Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
    We've been through a lot of things
    Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
    He lives in a lot of things
    Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
    Been through a lot of things
    Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)...
    What up, Ye? This Larry Hoover Jr.
    First and foremost, I wanna thank you
    For taking the fight for my father to the Oval Office
    You might not have been the only one that could've did that
    But you were the one that did do that
    And with your assistance
    We can continue to let the world take part in this fight
    You know to me it kinda feels like, me, my mother, my brothers
    And my kids have all been incarcerated through this journey
    And we haven't even been to jail
    We've been looked at and treated as criminals, for being a part of this family
    My father's truth and the reality that he raised me in
    Is that he wanted to make a change in this community
    'Cause the conditions in this capitalist society
    Is what made him, and it's what made the children of today
    After 25 years of bein' locked down, 23 and 1
    My father has not called any shots
    From one of the most secure and segregated prisons in the world
    And will not, once released
    Call any of the shots for the Gangster Disciples
    If my father's intentions were to lead us to death, destruction
    Into the hell that he has had to live in for the past 26 years
    Man, he would be dead to me
    I didn't sign up for that
    I didn't stay on this journey this long for that
    All my life, man, I've been waitin' for my father to come home
    They told me when I graduate eighth grade, he would be home
    Then they told me when I graduate from high school, he would be home
    I went away to Morris Brown, I graduated and he still ain't home
    Now I'm a adult, and my daughter went away to college and graduated
    He still not home
    Now even more than that, my son
    He graduated eighth grade and we still waitin'
    Matter of fact, he hasn't hugged
    Kissed, or touched any of his grandchildren
    And they haven't been able to touch they grandfather
    Even though it is not seen that way for some of us
    But for many of us, Larry Hoover is a beacon of hope for his community
    Who deserves to breathe free air
    Free my father (Jesus), Mr. Larry Hoover Sr. (Lord)

    This version of "Jesus Lord" has all the essential parts of my preferred version...plus three verses that I'm glad were axed in the non-part-two version. 8.2/10
    038. Otis



    Now I'm 'bout to make them tuck they whole summer in
    They say I'm crazy, well, I'm 'bout to go dumb again...
    Throw your diamonds up 'cause we in this bitch another 'gain...
    Photoshoot fresh, looking like wealth
    I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself...
    I made "Jesus Walks", I'm never going to hell...
    Luxury rap, the Hermès of verses
    Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
    I get it custom, you a customer
    You ain't 'customed to going through Customs, you ain't been nowhere, huh?
    And all the ladies in the house, got 'em showing off
    I'm done, I'll hit you up maña-, nah

    Featuring an interesting interpolation of Otis Redding's "Try a Little Tenderness", "Otis" features some clever verses and grade A pride from both gentlemen. 8.2/10
    037. Jail (feat. Jay-Z)



    Priors, priors, do you have any priors?
    Well, that one time, I'll be honest
    I'll be honest, we all liars
    Let it go

    I like the beat on this more than any of the actual verses. Jay gives a shockingly pedestrian verse here. Much like the other 'Donda' song in this set, there's another version of this song that I prefer. 8.2/10
    036. I'm in It



    Damn, your lips very soft
    As I turn my Blackberry off
    And I turn your bathwater on
    And you turn off your iPhone
    Careless whispers, eye ****in', bitin' ass
    Neck, ears, hair, legs, eating ass
    Your p*ssy's too good, I need to crash
    Your titties, let 'em out, free at last
    Thank God almighty, they free at last
    We was up at the party but we was leavin' fast
    Had to stop at 7-Eleven like I needed gas
    I'm lyin', I needed condoms, don't look through the glass
    Chasin' love, all the bittersweet hours lost...
    Tell your boss you need an extra hour off
    Get you super wet after we turn the shower off...
    Uh, picked up where we left off
    Uh, I need you home when I get off
    Uh, you know I need that wet mouth
    Uh, I know you need that reptile
    Uh, she cut from a different textile
    Uh, she love different kinds of sex now
    Uh, black girl sippin' white wine
    Put my fist in her like a civil rights sign
    And grabbed it with a slight grind
    And held it 'til the right time
    Then she came like ah!

    The vulgarity on this, the top 'Yeezus' track, is high and the arrangement is...a choice. Lyrically, Ye has some fantastic bars, but the bridge and the final verse are so oddly placed. I think this could've been a much better song with some elementary editing and maybe the sexual energy he was going for could've existed in an undiluted form. 8.2/10

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    045. Last Call



    The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
    The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc...
    They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop
    Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself...
    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...
    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 motherf*cker 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...
    I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards
    I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars

    "Last Call" is essentially a nearly 13-minute victory lap on a young emcee's debut album where he's forecasting him 'making it' before receipt of evidence that he's actually 'made it' (at least on a large-scale mainstream level). You've gotta admire the audacity - the audacity of hope, as a certain US president might call it. Admittedly, the extended story Ye tells for nine minutes on this makes this track far more bloated than it needs to be. It's somewhat self-indulgent. But given everything, I get it. 8.1/10
    044. Murder to Excellence



    And I'm from the murder capital where they murder for capital
    Heard about at least three killings this afternoon
    Looking at the news like, "Damn! I was just with him after school"
    No shop class, but half the school got a tool
    And a "I could die any day"-type attitude
    Plus his little brother got shot reppin' his avenue
    It's time for us to stop and redefine Black power
    Forty-one souls murdered in fifty hours…
    Is it genocide?
    'Cause I can still hear his mama cries
    Know the family traumatized
    Shots left holes in his face about piranha-sized
    The old pastor closed the cold casket
    And said the church ain't got enough room for all the tombs
    It's a war going on outside we ain't safe from
    I feel the pain in my city wherever I go
    314 soldiers died in Iraq, 509 died in Chicago…
    I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died
    Uh, real niggas just multiply
    And they say by 21, I was supposed to die
    So I'm out here celebrating my post-demise
    In the past if you picture events like a black tie
    What's the last thing you expect to see? Black guys
    What's the life expectancy for Black guys?
    The system's working effectively, that's why

    A song split into two parts – murder and excellence – this one I love for its deeply engaging beat, which rolls from one interesting series of melodies to another. Lyrically, there are some stark statistics presented in Ye’s verses and some clever, deep references in Jay’s. 8.1/10
    043. Family Business



    Who knew that life would move this fast?
    Who knew I'd have to look at you through a glass?
    And look, you tell me you ain't did it, then you ain't did it
    And if you did, then that's family business…
    Grandma, get 'em shook up
    Aw naw, don't open the photo book up
    I got an Aunt Ruth that can't remember your name
    But I bet them Polaroids'll send her down memory lane…
    Act like you ain't took a bath with your cousins
    Fit three in the bed while six of y'all
    I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head and three by the leg
    But you ain't have to tell my girl I used to pee in the bed

    A warm ode to familial bonds and connections, this one is soulful both lyrically and sonically. 8.1/10
    042. Use This Gospel (feat. Kenny G)



    Honestly, I don’t care for a single word on this track. The magic’s all in Kenny G’s sax solo, which are some of the most divine 35 seconds I’ve ever heard in my life. 8.1/10
    041. Slave Name (feat. Ant Clemons)



    Saint, you don't really need a last name
    North, you don't really need a last name
    And Chicago, yo, they lost, but we not bought

    There’s a lot of emotion in this one, a good bit on the surface and even more beyond the veil. There’s a tonne of erasure of identity for many folks with African roots and that shout-out to his kids about not needing a last name is really powerful. 8.2/10

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    Originally posted by Plym View Post
    love those last three alot!
    From three of his most beloved albums.

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