Swoope - Kanye, 2009 lyrics

[Hook: Sho Baraka] How, Jay!? This is my Kanye rant Tell everybody this is my kanye rant This is my Kanye rant Can I talk for a minute, yeah Can I talk for a second, yeah Can I talk Let me talk [Verse 1: Sho Baraka] You better watch your mouth I'd rather pray for forgiveness for what might come out Lord, have mercy on the words I speak I'll have an opinion but might change my views next week Like why, when I share my faith it's called intolerance But when they share their hate it's called scholarship And why ain't no Whole Foods in the hood All I see is fast food here, can we eat good? We need black-owned, and less bad loans Less pawns shops and liquor stores and We Buy Gold And why (Shut up!) black history always starts with slavery So even when I'm learning they still putting them chains on me (Pre-Hook) I got something to say (Go on say it then) I got something to say (Go on say it then) I got something to say (Go on say it then) [Hook: Sho Baraka] Be quiet! This is my Kanye rant Everybody listen up to my Kanye rant Please, this is my Kanye rant Can I talk for a minute, yeah Can I talk for a second, yeah Can I talk Let me talk [Verse 2: Jackie Hill Perry] (Shut up!) Yo, can I speak for a minute? Why everybody on Twitter try to be prolific Try to be so gifted, to those typos go swipe on your image Get a filter for that [?] It's a privilege in fact That's like, stop asking me about the lack of female rappers You rappers ain't even ready for what's gon' happen after We busy being mothers while you chasing platforms You fat for 'em - you living backwards No wonder why you salty Lot's wife taught him well On why the Sodom call me Probably cause I'm snatching bodies out the fire falling Light a match and ask your daddy who was more recalling (Pre-Hook) I got something to say (Go on say it then) I got something to say (Go on say it then) I got something to say (Go on say it then) [Hook: Sho Baraka] I'm genius! This is my Kanye rant Everybody listen up to my Kanye rant Can I talk for a minute, yeah Can I talk for a second, yeah Can I talk Let me talk [Verse 3: Sho Baraka] Is this rap or a cry for help? Because many times, I think that I confuse myself I'm just small time, but some think I can change rap They think I'm BET, they me to bring the game back They like Sho, you inspire so many folk But what is it all for when you're creative and broke I know, I know, money don't solve problems but Influence don't stop Sallie Mae from calling It's enough to drive a brother to depression I'm rich in spirit but my pocket's in recession This is braille, I'm only telling you how I feel Only fake people gotta remind you they keep it real (I keep it real) I'm fighting my pride trying to be the nice guy On my Michael Jackson, just trying to see the bright side My white friends think I'm all about black power My black friends living in ebony towers My artist friends have terrible work habits My Christian friends got the truth but live pa**ive I reproduce their habits, I can't even hate I guess we're all brothers but I still can't relate