Gifted (Album Version) [feat. Kanye West, Santigold & Lykke Li]

Kanye West:]

Hey eh*

I'm known for running my mouth

I will not be accountable for what comes out uh

I dunno, I might have said it

I was kinda gone and lightheaded

My jacket kinda fresh bright reded

And as usual, my pants tight-threaded

It seem like everybody dress tight now

And I just want my credit

Don't get it, twist it, or dread it

I am the king and will not be headed

To the morgue no time soon, brethren

Being broke made my head hurt

So I need the bread or an Excedrin

That'll only get my engine revving

While y'all on 10, I'm on 11

I'ma make the news be on at 7

Matter fact, I'm on this very second

I'm in first and y'all in second

And this verse only add to the freshness

Call to the club, tell them add to the guest list

What you think? Way more ****ing?

I can never be too big for my britches

Y'all mother****ers know who this is

I'm gifted

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

[Lykke Li & Santogold:]

I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes

Whatever comes, I write it down

So knock me out and shoot me down

With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time

[Santogold:]

You don't know my mind

Like I said a thousand times

I gotta stay ahead

Know what I'm fighting for

I'll leave you to your talk

Never seen my kind before

And you're all so thick-headed

Follow and I know I let it

Part of me won't let me quit

Won't let me just not say shit

So much is there to be bored with

Can't be still, I can't afford it

Try to hold it in but it make me sick

So I spit it out, say the hell with it

I dream it and I build it all

Make a way for when it falls

[Lykke Li & Santogold:]

I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes

Whatever comes, I write it down

So knock me out and shoot me down

With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time

I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes

Whatever comes, I write it down

So knock me out and shoot me down

With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time

I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes

Whatever comes, I write it down

So knock me out and shoot me down

With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time