Power Lyricsnn[Jay-Z]nIs this thing on?nOh, I thought they silenced us, YenPower to the peoplennWe livin' in that 31st century, futuristic f...
Power Lyricsnn[Jay-Z]nIs this thing on?nOh, I thought they silenced us, YenPower to the peoplennWe livin' in that 31st century, futuristic fly shitnThe penthouse is the projects and everybody flies privatenNew watch, know what time it is, watch us (You see us)nThey can't stop us, prophets, beyotchesnn[Kanye West]nNo one man should have all that power (Yeah)nThe clock's tickin', I just count the hours (Yeah)nStop trippin', I'm trippin' off the powern(No one man should have all that power)nn[Jay-Z]nRumble, young man, rumblenLife is a trip, so sometimes, we gon' stumblenYou gotta go through pain in order to become younBut once the world numbs you, you'll feel like it's only one younNow you got the power to do anything you want tonUntil you ask yourself, "Is this what it's all come to?"nLookin' at life through sunglasses and a sunroofnBut do you have the power to get out from up under younF-ck Rollies, labels, f-ck what everybody wants from younThey tryna Axl Rose you, welcome to the junglenTo be continued, we on that Norman Mailer shitnIn search of the truth, even if it goes through Taylor SwiftnTell her thisnnNo one man should have all that powern(Power-power-power-power-power)nAnd then theynAnd then theynAnd then theynAnd then theynn[Kanye West]nNow when I walk in, everybody do the "Power" clapnClap, clap, clapnFresh for the club, I just took a half an hour napnClap, clap, clapnI seen people go crazy on the whole world, an hour lapnClap, clap, clapnMy socket was out the plug, now it's time to get the power backnClap, clapnI seen people abuse power, use power, misuse and then lose powernPower to the people at last, it's a new hournNow we all ain't gon' be American IdolsnBut you can least grab a camera, shoot a viralnHuh? Take the power in your own handsnI'm a grown man, doin' my grown dancenI don't stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitchnI'm on my Van Gogh, I don't hear shitnn[Chorus]nNo one man should have all that powernThe clock's tickin', I just count the hoursnStop trippin', I'm trippin' off the powern'Til then, f-ck that, the world's oursnnAnd then they saynAnd then they saynAnd then they saynAnd then they saynAnd then they saynAnd then they saynnNow everything I'm rhymin' on cause a RamadannBeen a don, prayin' for the families lost in the stormnBring our troops back from Iraq, keep our troops out of IrannSo the next couple bars, I'ma drop them in IslamnThey say assalamu alaikum, say wa alaikum asalaamnThat's no Oscar Mayer bacon, you should run and tell your momsnNow the question is, how we gon' stop the next Vietnam?nKeep Flex out of Korea, 'cause you know he drop bombsnn[Swizz Beatz]nShowtime!nHey, yo, Yeezy, stop playin' with these people, mannThey want see you act all crazy in this muf-cka, mannTake that jacket off and go crazy on them niggas, mannYou know what I'm talkin' 'bout?nn[Kanye West]nWhat do it mean to be the boss?nIt mean second place is the first one who lostnThe crucifixion, the being nailed to the crossnTruth or fiction, it's a hell of a cost, do the dishesnI'm 'bout to hit that Jeff GordonnMichael Jordan, the only one more importantnBut I be feelin' like Jordan when I'm recordin'n'Cause every time I record, I duck to slap the boardsnI don't know what these rappers gon' do after warsnProlly spaz like I might do at the awardsnHuh, I got the whole crowd goin' crazynHomie, I should be rewardednGettin' money, Yeezy, Yeezy, how you do it, huh?nEatin' Wheaties, drinkin' Fiji, bein' greedy, huh?nDon't even think you can allude to the rumorsnI'm immune to the booze, I'm a prude to you losersnIt's all in time, my nigganSee, I dreamed my whole life that I could rhyme with JigganNow Jay my big brother and Bey my lil sisternAnd excuse me, but, you can't see my lil sisternNumber one sound across the board, heynNumber one now and forevermore, heynNumber one rule is n-ggas don't hatennMaybe I'll drop the album, nah, all y'all gotta waitnAnd on the 'Net they showin' pictures of my Cali placenMy Maybach in NY, but it still got the Cali platesnAll my old girls know that I'm the one that got awaynI think about at Christmas, and play some Donny HathawaynAnd keep my bulletproof hater coat onnLookin' at some photos that I'm lookin' crazy dope onnHand up, talkin' sh-t, yeah, I get my Pope onnAnd go home wit something to poke onnThat's what Dre said, but this what 'Ye saidnHow 'Ye doin'? Who 'Ye screwin'?nThat's for my dick to know, before you get to know emnShe ain't give you ass? That pussy fictionalnI gotta give her the eviction noten'Tis "Get yo' ass out, bitch, vamonos"nFive seconds to the song, and we gettin' closenI got the power, muf-cka, if you didn't knownn[Swizz]nChill, chill, chill, chill, mannChill, 'Ye, chillnSh-t's burnt up alreadynIt's over Less