Kanye West - Power (Remix) Lyrics


Is this thing on?

Oh I thought they silenced us Ye

Power to the people

We livinÂ’ in that 31st century futuristic fly shit

The penthouse is the projects and everybody flies private

New watch know what time it is watch us (You see us)

They canÂ’t stop us prophets biaaatches

[Kanye West]

No one man should have all that power (Yeah)

The clockÂ’s tickinÂ’ I just count the hours (Yeah)

Stop trippinÂ’ IÂ’m trippinÂ’ off the power

(No one man should have all that power)


Rumble young man rumble

Life is a trip so sometimes we gonÂ’ stumble

You gotta go through pain in order to become you

But once the world numbs you youÂ’ll feel like itÂ’s only one you

Now you got the power to do anything you want to

Until you ask yourself “Is this what it’s all come to?”

LookinÂ’ at life through sunglasses and a sunroof

But do you have the power to get out from up under you

F-ck Rollies labels f-ck what everybody wants from you

They tryna Axl Rose you welcome to the jungle

To be continued we on that Norman Mailer shit

In search of the truth even if it goes through Taylor Swift

Tell her this

No one man should have all that power


And then they

And then they

And then they

And then they

[Kanye West]

Now when I walk in everybody do the “Power” clap

Clap clap clap

Fresh for the club I just took a half an hour nap

Clap clap clap

I seen people go crazy on the whole world an hour lap

Clap clap clap

My socket was out the plug now itÂ’s time to get the power back

Clap clap

I seen people abuse power use power misuse and then lose power

Power to the people at last itÂ’s a new hour

Now we all ainÂ’t gonÂ’ be American Idols

But you can least grab a camera shoot a viral

Huh? Take the power in your own hands

IÂ’m a grown man doinÂ’ my grown dance

I donÂ’t stop until I see the end my vision clear bitch

IÂ’m on my Van Gogh I donÂ’t hear shit


No one man should have all that power

The clockÂ’s tickinÂ’ I just count the hours

Stop trippinÂ’ IÂ’m trippinÂ’ off the power

‘Til then f-ck that the world’s ours

And then they say

And then they say

And then they say

And then they say

And then they say

And then they say

Now everything IÂ’m rhyminÂ’ on cause a Ramadan

Been a don prayinÂ’ for the families lost in the storm

Bring our troops back from Iraq keep our troops out of Iran

So the next couple bars IÂ’ma drop them in Islam

They say assalamu alaikum say wa alaikum asalaam

ThatÂ’s no Oscar Mayer bacon you should run and tell your moms

Now the question is how we gonÂ’ stop the next Vietnam?

Keep Flex out of Korea Â’cause you know he drop bombs

[Swizz Beatz]


Hey yo Yeezy stop playinÂ’ with these people man

They want see you act all crazy in this muf-cka man

Take that jacket off and go crazy on them niggas man

You know what IÂ’m talkinÂ’ Â’bout?

[Kanye West]

What do it mean to be the boss?

It mean second place is the first one who lost

The crucifixion the being nailed to the cross

Truth or fiction itÂ’s a hell of a cost do the dishes

IÂ’m Â’bout to hit that Jeff Gordon

Michael Jordan the only one more important

But I be feelinÂ’ like Jordan when IÂ’m recordinÂ’

‘Cause every time I record I dunk to slap the boards

I donÂ’t know what these rappers gonÂ’ do after wards

Prolly spaz like I might do at the awards

Huh I got the whole crowd goinÂ’ crazy

Homie I should be rewarded

GettinÂ’ money Yeezy Yeezy how you do it huh?

EatinÂ’ Wheaties drinkinÂ’ Fiji beinÂ’ greedy huh?

DonÂ’t even think you can allude to the rumors

IÂ’m immune to the booze IÂ’m a prude to you losers

ItÂ’s all in time my nigga

See I dreamed my whole life that I could rhyme with Jigga

Now Jay my big brother and Bey my lil sister

And excuse me but you canÂ’t see my lil sister

Number one sound across the board hey

Number one now and forevermore hey

Number one rule is n-ggas donÂ’t hate

Maybe IÂ’ll drop the album nah all yÂ’all gotta wait

And on the ‘Net they showin’ pictures of my Cali place

My Maybach in NY but it still got the Cali plates

All my old girls know that IÂ’m the one that got away

I think about at Christmas and play some Donny Hathaway

And keep my bulletproof hater coat on

LookinÂ’ at some photos that IÂ’m lookinÂ’ crazy dope on

Hand up talkinÂ’ sh-t yeah I get my Pope on

And go home wit something to poke on

That’s what Dre said but this what ‘Ye said

How ‘Ye doin’? Who ‘Ye screwin’?

ThatÂ’s for my dick to know before you get to know em

She ainÂ’t give you ass? That pussy fictional

I gotta give her the eviction note

‘Tis “Get yo’ ass out bitch vamonos”

Five seconds to the song and we gettinÂ’ close

I got the power muf-cka if you didnÂ’t know


Chill chill chill chill man

Chill ‘Ye chill

Sh-tÂ’s burnt up already

ItÂ’s over

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