Kanye West - Everything i am letra de canción

Damn
Here we go again
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 shit,
But when shit 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 Chaun-cey
Remember him from Blackstreet,
He was as black as the street was
I never be as laid back as this beat was
I never could see why people reach a
Fake ass facade that they couldn't keep up
You see how I creeped up
You see how I played the big role in "Chicago" like Queen Latifah
I never rock a mink coat in the winter
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
But everything I'm not, made me everything I am
Damn
Here we go again
People talking shit,
But when shit 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 shit about me at barbershops
They forget to get their hair cut
Okay fair enough, the streets is flarin' up
Cause they want gun-talk,
Or I don't wear enough
Baggy clothes, Reebok's, or A-di-dos
Can I add that he do spaz out
at his shows
So say goodbye to the NAACP award
Goodbye to the In-di-a Arie award
They'd rather give me
The ni-nigga-please award
But I'll just take the I-got-alotta-cheese award

Damn
Here we go again
Everything I'm not, made me everything I am
Damn
Here we go again
People talking shit,
but when shit 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, killin's some wack shit
Oh, I forgot, 'cept for
When niggas 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 fifteen 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
People talking shit, but when shit
hit the fan
Everything I'm not, made me everything I am