(Jay-Z)

Is this thing on?
Oh, I thought they silenced us, Ye
Power to the people

We livin’ in that 31st century, futuristic fly shit
The penthouse is the projects and everybody flies private
New watch, know what time it is, watch us (You see us)
They can’t stop us, prophets, beyotches

(Kanye West)

No one man should have all that power (Yeah)
The clock’s tickin’, I just count the hours (Yeah)
Stop trippin’, I’m trippin’ off the power
(No one man should have all that power)

(Jay)

Rumble, young man, rumble
Life is a trip, so sometimes, we gon’ stumble
You gotta go through pain in order to become you
But once the world numbs you, you’ll feel like it’s only one you
Now you got the power to do anything you want to
Until you ask yourself, “Is this what it’s all come to?”
Lookin’ at life through sunglasses and a sunroof
But do you have the power to get out from up under you?
Fuck Rollies, labels, fuck what everybody wants from you
They tryna Axl Rose you, welcome to the jungle
To be continued, we on that Norman Mailer shit
In search of the truth, even if it goes through Taylor Swift
Tell her this

No one man should have all that power
(Power-power-power-power-power)
And then they
And then they
And then they
And then they

(Kanye)

Now when I walk in, everybody do the “Power” clap
Clap, clap, clap
Fresh for the club, I just took a half an hour nap
Clap, clap, clap
I seen people go crazy when the whole world in our lap
Clap, clap, clap
My socket was out the plug, now it’s time to get the power back
Clap, clap
I seen people abuse power, use power, misuse and then lose power
Power to the people at last, it’s a new hour
Now we all ain’t gon’ be American Idols
But you can least grab a camera, shoot a viral
Huh? Take the power in your own hands
I’m a grown man, doin’ my grown dance
I don’t stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitch
I’m on my Van Gogh, I don’t hear shit

No one man should have all that power
The clock’s tickin’, I just count the hours
Stop trippin’, I’m trippin’ off the power (Power, power)
‘Til then, fuck that, the world’s ours

And then they
And then they
And then they
And then they
And then they
And then they
The power, the power

Now everything I’m rhymin’ on cause a Ramadan
Been a don, prayin’ for the families lost in the storm
Bring our troops back from Iraq, keep our troops out of Iran
So the next couple bars, I’ma drop them in Islam
They say as-salaam alaykum, say wa alaikum asalaam
That’s no Oscar Mayer bacon, you should run and tell your moms
Now the question is, how we gon’ stop the next Vietnam?
Keep Flex out of Korea, ’cause you know we drop bombs

(Swizz Beatz)

Showtime!
Hey, yo, Yeezy, man, stop playin’ with these people, man
They wan’ see you act all crazy in this ma’fucka, man
Take that jacket off and go crazy on them niggas, man
You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?

(Kanye)

What do it mean to be the boss?
It mean second place is the first one who lost
The crucifixion, the being nailed to the cross
Truth or fiction, it’s a hell of a cost, do the dishes
I’m ’bout to hit that Jeff Gordon
Michael Jordan, the only one more important
But I be feelin’ like Jordan when I’m recordin’
‘Cause every time I record, I duck to slap the boards
I don’t know what these rappers gon’ do afterwards
Prolly spaz like I might do at the awards
Huh, I got the whole crowd goin’ crazy
Homie, I should be rewarded
Gettin’ money Yeezy, Yeezy, how you do it, huh?
Eatin’ Wheaties, drinkin’ Fiji, bein’ greedy, huh?
Don’t even think you can allude to the rumors
I’m immune to the boos (booze), I’ma prove to you losers
It’s all in time, my nigga
See, I dreamed my whole life that I could rhyme with Jigga
Now Jay my big brother and Bey my li’l sister
And excuse me, but, you can’t see my li’l sister
Number one sound across the board, hey
Number one now and forevermore, hey
Number one rule is niggas gon’ hate
Maybe I’ll drop the album, nah, all y’all gotta wait
And on the ‘Net they showin’ pictures of my Cali place
My Maybach in NY, but it still got the Cali plates
All my old girls know that I’m the one that got away
I think about ‘em Christmas, and play some Donny Hathaway
And keep my bulletproof hater coat on
Lookin’ at some photos that I’m lookin’ crazy dope on
Hand up, talkin’ shit, yeah, I get my Pope on
And go home with something to poke on
That’s what Dre said, but this what ‘Ye said
How ‘Ye doin’? Who ‘Ye screwin’?
That’s for my dick to know, before you get to know ‘im
She ain’t give you ass? That pussy fictional
I gotta give her the eviction no-tice
“Get yo’ ass out, bitch, vamonos!”
Five seconds to the song end, we gettin’ close
I got the power, ma’fucka, if you didn’t know

(Swizz)

Chill, chill, chill, man
Chill, ‘Ye, chill, chill
Chill
Shit’s burnt up already
It’s over