[Intro]

Yeah, a lot of people smoking blunts

Sitting lost, with no inspiration

They never had it

Even when they thought they had it

Deep in their heart

Their wack inside, the interior

I rip them down

[Verse 1]

Power and force make a nigga mad, man

I, I'm up top, your man come and get the grab bag

I'm Kanye, I move the west west

Girls show me your chest, people show me the best

You're just a P-popper, double nigga hopper, what's up

You may want to flow off south of the border

Lyrical warmup, the king see the wings that span

Like a bird, I fly like a hawk

Come down and pick up New York

Take it in the sky

Bye bye bye-bye-bye bye-bye-bye

Wrap you like a baby up

Man, you in a blanket, rank it

Nigga think he nice making records, stank bitch

Like Run DMC, I'm the king

Break them down to a puny leg

Got his girl going stinky, right

Get in the ring, I'm winky, fuck off

[Hook]

American disaster

European disaster

American disaster

European disaster

Disaster

American

European disaster

Who can rock, who can rock

Who can rock, who can rock

Who can rock, who can rock

Who can rock, who can rock

[Outro]

Jigga, I set the tables up

You've got to get on this, this ain't vocoder