Kanye West, “The Joy” (Lyrics + MP3)

30 Oct

You know what? You can figure out who it’s featuring from the art.

Download the MP3 at ‘Ye’s. Lyrics after the jump.

Lyrics:

A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
Great expression of happiness
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you

(Kanye West)

I do it for the forefathers, yeah, the street authors
That are not A&Rs in a cheap office
Rappers that never got signed, but they keep offers
Girls that’s way too fine for us to keep off us
Gave her a handshake, only for my man’s sake
She in her birthday suit, ’cause of the damn cake
Now it’s crumbs all over the damn place
And she want to come all over her damn face
I never understood Planned Parenthood
‘Cause I never met nobody planned to be a parent in the hood
Takin’ refills of that Plan B pill
Another shorty that won’t make it to the family will
If I don’t make it, can’t take it, hope the family will
They ain’t crazy, they don’t know how insanity feel
Don C just had a shorty, so it’s not that bad
But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had

A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
Great expression of happiness
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you

No electro, no metro
A little retro, ah, perfecto
You know the demo, your boy act wild
You ain’t get the memo? Yeezy’s back in style
Now one room got Gidget, the other got Bridget
What’s more tripped out, dawg, is they sisters
Nah, you ain’t listen, they black, they sistas
They mama named ’em after white bitches
So next time you see me on your Fallopian
Though the jewelry’s Egyptian, know the hunger’s Ethiopian
Stupid questions like, is he gon’ be dope again?
Have you seen ’em? Has anybody spoke to him?
This beat deserves Hennessey
A bad bitch, and a bag of weed, the holy trinity
In the mirror where I see my only enemy
Your life’s cursed, well mine’s an obscenity

‘A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
Great expression of happiness
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you

(Jay-Z)

This is my mama shit, I used to hear this
Through the walls in the hood when I was back on my pajama shit
Afros and marijuana sticks, seeds in the ganja
Had it poppin’ like the sample that I’m rhymin’ with
Pete Rock, let the needle drop
I seen so much as a kid, they surprised I don’t needle pop
Takin’ sips of pop’s six-pack of Miller nips, Pink Champale
Ballentine Ale, Ballys on my feet helped me balance out well
That, and the shit I used to balance on the scale
I got it honest from the parties from my mama’s
Virgin Marys try to judge, I’m like where are them Madonnas now?
Give all glory to Gloria, they said you raised that boy too fast
But you was raisin’ a warrior
We victorious, they’ll never take the joy from us
Uh

(Pete Rock)

Keep your hands up
Get ’em high now
Don’t let them take your fire

Keep your hands up
Get ’em high now
Don’t let them take your fire

Keep your hands up
Get ’em high now
Don’t let them take your fire

Keep your hands up
Get ’em high now
Yeah

It’s Pete Rock
Kanye
One-two
Okay

It’s Pete Rock
Kanye
One-two
Okay

It’s Pete Rock
Kanye
One-two
Okay

It’s Pete Rock
Kanye
One-two
Okay

It’s Pete Rock
Kanye
One-two
Okay

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