[Produced by Kanye West]
[Intro: Mos Def & Swizz Beatz]
Yeah, yeah, there it go, there it is
This, is something special (Uh-huh, yeah) (Woo!)
This, is something new (It's an amazing time)
This, is something special (Look around)
This, is something new (The power of observation)
[Verse 1: Mos Def]
Marvels and frights and strange delights ('lights, 'lights)
Attributes, properties, disciplines, and novelties
Ecstatic patterns in the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided by and for the blind (Blind)
Cool ruler standing, still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright to fade (Fade)
Dead wrong pageantry, lottery and games (Games)
Sleight of hand provided by extravagant and fake (Fake)
The carnival tilt bell the hustle for the age (Age)
They clutch what they covet, what must they give away? ('Way)
Who was uninvited? Who was asked to come and stay? (Stay)
Surprise, it's your life, it's your business anyway
So please, pardon these and such curious minds (Minds)
Peace, safe passage, precious time
Hither and gone (and gone), the day of days, Yawm al-Qiyāmah
This tiny stone illuminated by a star
The only star so large, many more (More)
To make our largest star show small, furthermore ('more)
The end is not the end, no stop but a pause
And what we can witness isn't all there is at all (All)
Custom mock of a Scotch and pork chops
The passion, expansion, the order of the random (Random)
See the dreamers, see the sleepers
Why'd you wake them? (Why'd you wake them?) Sweet Jesus
Enlighten the Earth, seek Heaven first
Let's put in this work
[Chorus: Charlie Wilson & Swizz Beatz]
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord (This–is something special)
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord (This–is something new)
Lord, Lord (This–is something special)
Lord
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Her heels set the mood, where did you acquire those Alaïas?
When I met you I heard Jesus, bells, strings, and the choir
I got lines that's better than niggas' albums, plural
The king of the urban, make your shit sound rural
She said I hit it so deep she need a epidural ('dural)
Them other niggas have you looking like a squirrel (Ah!)
Now, that's nuts
I only hang with white boys that like black sluts (Black sluts)
Tell them "Plain Pat, yo, that track sucks"
We ain't dissing you (Aha), but you in the position to play something for us to listen to
I'm trying to worry about my scratch, minus the crabs
I ain't stopping for you niggas like yellow cabs (Yellow cabs)
I got scripts, so why we need a movie?
And if I'm a douche, then put me in your coochie
I swear they shoulda never gave these niggas loose leaf
And excuse me if I'm trapped by the boobies
Booby trap
Holla back
[Chorus: Charlie Wilson & Swizz Beatz]
Lord, Lord (You know, AK on the lamp like what's that?)
Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord (Huh? Click clack)
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord (This–is something special)
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord (This–is something new)
Lord
[Verse 3: Swizz Beatz]
All white Bentley, I call that Mama
My life crazy, like Obama's (My life crazy)
You talk slick? Well, I'm Osama
Bin Laden – I'm what's happening, I get it cracking
All black Carbon, on my wrist, yeah
It's gonna take you a couple years to get this here
Thank A.P. – well, they thank me
And I'd be mad too (mad too), if you ain't me
Call me Mr. Dean (Mr. Dean), or Mr. Boss
See me riding clean (see me riding clean), in a Rolls Royce
Niggas talking funny, that's old money
Niggas looking crazy, but they talking funny
Nowadays, rappers (nowadays, rappers), they like bloggers
You see me? I'm a bank hogger
Coming through your hood, in a Brink's truck
With 25s on it, like what the fuck?
100 feet and better (feet and better), what the fuck you stick?
Paparazzi on the water with the fuck-you stick (Fuck-you stick)
My face got the "fuck you, pricks"
My beats go hard like fuck you dicks
Pouring champagne, damn thing
See me rocking suede, nigga, in the damn rain
Ain't a damn thing, money ain't a damn thing
Ask Yeezy and Mos, we do the goddamn thing
[Chorus: Charlie Wilson & Swizz Beatz]
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord (Get down with the precious leathers)
Lord, Lord (This–is something special)
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord (This–is something new)
Lord, Lord (This–is something special)
Lord
[Verse 4: Raekwon]
Ayo, open glass on my fingers, I sit back like I'm caged
But still caking, my niggas is hating
It's like being in the livest Lambo in the hood
You a piece of steak, I'd rather be that than some bacon
Every project is a throne, only just bigger stones they throw
That's why I wear a big hat and roll weed
Gone if you don't know where you came or when you came
All you know is weed and cocaine, non-believers, no game
I'm zooted down, rolling a spliff, maxing
Flaming like wheels got traction (flamin'), I'm sun, he's attractive
Guaranteed to service the real niggas out cruising in a Volvo
A duffle for dolo, Buffy Polo
A blow house is where I resided once
Live amongst fiends, counting currency, hitting blunts
Only to hear the door rumble, grab the 4'
Hope it ain't the law, or maybe some nigga trying to score
[Outro: Charlie Wilson]
Everybody say Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord (Lord)
L-Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord (Lord, Lord)
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord (Lord, Lord, Lord) Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord! Uh, hey
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
L-L-L-L-L-L-Lord, Lord
Lordy, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lord
Lordy, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, hahahah
That's kind of how this rap was pieced, hahahah
Most definitely this rap was pieced