The Joy

(CURTIS MAYFIELD)
Add a little sugar
Honeysuckle and
A great big expression of happiness
Boy, you couldn't miss
With a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
(KANYE)
I do it for the forefathers, yeah, the street authors
That are not A&Rs in the cheap office
Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers
Girls is way too fine for us to keep off us
Gave her a handshake only for my man's sake
She in the birthday suit 'cause of the damn cake
Mass crumbs all over the damn place
And she want me 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 wheel
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
(CURTIS)
Add a little sugar
Honeysuckle and
A great big expression of happiness
Boy, you couldn't miss
With a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
(KANYE)
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 I'm roamin' Gidget, the other got Bridget
What's more tripped out, dawg, is they sisters
Naw, you ain't listen, they black, they sisters!
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 him? 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 the only enemy
Your life's cursed? Well, mine's an obscenity
(CURTIS)
Add a little sugar
Honeysuckle and
A great big expression of happiness
Boy, you couldn't 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 and 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, six packs of Millanips
Pink champel, Valentine L
Ballys on my feet help 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 her, I'm like where the Madonnas now?
Give all glory to Gloria
They said, "You raised that boy too fast, but you was raising a warrior"
We victorious, they'll never take the joy from us
(KID CUDI)
Keep your hands up, get mine up
Don't let them take your fire
Keep your hands up, get mine up
Don't let them take your fire
Keep your hands up, get mine up
Don't let them take your fire
Keep your hands up, get mine up
(PETE ROCK)
It's Pete Rock, Kanye
One, two, OK
It's Pete Rock, Kanye
One, two, OK
It's Pete Rock, Kanye
One, two, OK
It's Pete Rock, Kanye
One, two, OK