Текст песни Everything I Am - Album Version (Edited) - DJ Premier , Kanye West

(Oh-oh-oh) damn, here we go again (oh-oh-oh)
Common passed on this beat, I made it to a jam
Now everything I'm not, made me everything I am
Damn, here we go again
People talking s-, but when the s- hit the fan
Everything I'm not, made me everything I am

I'll never be picture-perfect Beyonce
Be light as Al B or black as Chauncey
Remember him from Blackstreet? He was as black as the street was
I'll never be laid back as this beat was
I never could see why people'll reach a
Fake- facade they couldn't keep up
You see how I creeped up?
You see how I played a big role in Chicago like Queen Latifah?
I never rock a mink coat in the winter time like Killa Cam
Or rock some mink boots in the summer time like Will.I.am
Let me know if you feel it, man
'Cause everything I'm not, made me everything I am

Damn, here we go again
Everybody saying what's not for him
Everything I'm not, made me everything I am
Damn, here we go again
People talk s-, but when s- hit the fan
Everything I'm not, made me everything I am

And I'm back to tear it up
Haters, start your engines, I hear 'em gearing up
People talk so much s- about me at barbershops
They forget to get their haircut
Okay, fair enough, the streets is flaring up
'Cause they want gun-talk, or I don't wear enough
Baggy clothes, Reebok's, or Adidas
Can I add that he do spaz out at his shows?
So say goodbye to the NAACP award
Goodbye to the India.Arie award
They'd rather give me the "ni-please" award
But I'll just take the "I-got-a-lot-of-cheese" award

Damn, here we go again (yes, baby)
But everything I'm not, made me everything I am
Damn, here we go again
People talk s-, but when the s- hit the fan
Everything I'm not, made me everything I am

I know that people wouldn't usually rap this
But I got the facts to back this
Just last year, Chicago had over 600 caskets
Man, killing's some wack-
Oh, I forgot, 'cept for when n- is rapping
Do you know what it feel like when people is passing?
He got changed over his chains, a block off Ashland
I need to talk to somebody, pastor
The church want tithe, so I can't afford to pay
Pink slip on the door, 'cause I can't afford to stay
My 15 seconds up, but I got more to say
"That's enough Mr. West, please, no more today"

Damn, here we go again
Everybody saying what's not for him
But everything I'm not, made me everything I am
Damn, here we go again (yes, baby)
People talk s- but when s- hits the fan
Everything I'm not, made me everything I am