Power (Remix)

(JAY-Z)
Is this thing on?
Oh, I thought they silenced us 'Ye
Power to the people
We living in that 31st century, futuristic fly shit
The penthouse is the projects and everybody flies private
New watches; you know what time it is, watch us
They can’t stop us - the prophets, beyotches
(KANYE)
No one man should have all that power
The clock's ticking, I just count the hours
Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power
(No one man should have all that power)
(JAY-Z)
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 loves you you'll feel like it's only won you
Man, you got the power to do anything you want to
Until you ask yourself, is this what it all comes to?
Looking at life through sunglasses and a sunroof
Until you have the power to get out from up under you
Fuck all these labels, fuck what everybody wants from you
They tryin' ta ask who 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
Tell her swift, tell her this
No one man should have all that power
And they say
And they say
And they say
And they say
And they say
And they say
(No one man should have all that power)
(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 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 at least grab a camera, shoot a viral
Huh, take the power in your own hands
I'm a grown man, doing 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 ticking, I just count the hours
Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power
'Til then, fuck that, the world's ours
And they say
And they say
And they say
And they say
And they say
And they say
The power
Now everything I'm rhyming on cause a Ramadan
Been a don, praying 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 'em in Islam
They say A saalam alak'em, say Wa lak'em a saalam
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
Ayo Yeezy, stop playing with these people, man
They wanna see you act all crazy in this motherfucker, 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 means 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 feeling like Jordan when I'm recordin'
'Cause every time I record, I dunk and slap the boards
I don't know what these rappers gon' do about the wars
Probably spazz like I might do at the awards
I got the whole crowd going crazy
Homie, I should be rewarded
Getting money, Yeezy, easy how you do it, huh
Eating Wheaties, drinking Fiji, being greedy, huh
Don't even think you can allude to the rumors
I'm immune to the booze, I'ma prove to you losers
It's all in timing, nigga
See, I dream my whole life that I could rhyme with Jigga
Now Jay my big brother and B my lil' sister
And excuse me, but you can't see my lil' sister
Number one sound across the board, hey
Number one now and forever more, hey
Number one rulers, niggas don't hate
Maybe I'll drop the album, nah you gotta wait
And on the net, they showin' pictures of my Cali place
I may wonder why but it still got my ??
All my old girls know that I'm the one that got away
I think I'm 'bout a Christmas, play some Danny 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 'em
She ain't give you ass? That pussy fictional
I gotta give her the eviction note
"Get yo' ass out bitch! Vamanos!"
Five seconds to the song and we gettin' close
I got the power, motherfucker, if you didn't know
(SWIZZ BEATZ)
Chill, chill, chill, man! Chill! Chill!
Shit's burnt up already
It's over