| Diamonds are forever
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| They won’t leave in the night
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| I’ve no fear that they might
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| Desert me
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| Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
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| Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
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| Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
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| The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
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| Forever ever? |
| Forever ever? |
| Ever, ever? |
| Ever, ever?
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| Ever, ever? |
| Ever, ever? |
| Ever, ever?
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| Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
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| Vegas on acid, seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses
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| And I’ve realized that I’ve arrived
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| 'Cause it take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe
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| Does he write his own rhymes? |
| Well, sort of, I think 'em
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| That mean I forgot better shit than you ever thought of
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| Damn, is he really that caught up?
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| I ask, if you talkin' about classics, do my name get brought up?
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| I remember I couldn’t afford a Ford Escort
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| Or even a four-track recorder
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| So it’s only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
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| Spoil yourself, that’s important
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| If your stripper name «Porsche» and you get tips from many men
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| Then your fat friend, her nickname is «Minivan»
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| Excuse me, that’s just the Henny, man
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| I smoke, I drink, I’m supposed to stop, I can’t, because—
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| Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
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| Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
|
| Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
|
| The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
|
| Forever ever? |
| Forever ever? |
| Ever, ever? |
| Ever, ever?
|
| Ever, ever? |
| Ever, ever? |
| Ever, ever?
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| I was sick about awards, couldn’t nobody cure me
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| Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry
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| Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense in him
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| Thirty minutes later seein' there’s no convincin' him
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| What more could you ask for? |
| The international asshole
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| Who complain about what he is owed?
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| And throw a tantrum like he is three years old
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| You gotta love it though: somebody still speaks from his soul
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| And wouldn’t change by the change or the game or the fame
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| When he came in the game, he made his own lane
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| Now all I need is y’all to pronounce my name
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| It’s Kanye, but some of my plaques, they still say Kayne
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| Got family in the D, Kin-folk from Motown
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| Back in the Chi, them Folks ain’t from Moe Town
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| Life movin' too fast, I need to slow down
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| Girl ain’t give me no ass, you need to go down
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| My father been said I need Jesus
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| So he took me to church and let the water wash over my caesar
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| The preacher said we need leaders
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| Right then my body got still like a paraplegic
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| You know who you call; |
| you got a message, then leave it
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| The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it
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| Take your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimic
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| Yeah, the beat cold, but the flow is anemic
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| After debris settles and the dust get swept off
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| Big K pick up where young Hov left off
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| Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off
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| I dropped my new shit, it sound like the best of
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| A&R's lookin' like, «Pssh, we messed up.»
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| Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
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| Bottle after bottle 'til we got messed up
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| In the studio, with Really Doe, yeah, he next up
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| People askin' me if I’m gon' give my chain back
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| That’ll be the same day I give the game back
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| You know the next question, dog: «Yo, where Dame at?»
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| This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back
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| «What's up with you and Jay, man? |
| Are y’all okay, man?»
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| They pray for the death of our dynasty like «Amen»
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| R-r-r-r-right here stands a man
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| With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands
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| Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
|
| Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
|
| Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
|
| The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
|
| Forever ever? |
| Forever ever? |
| Ever, ever? |
| Ever, ever?
|
| Ever, ever? |
| Ever, ever? |
| Ever, ever?
|
| Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
|
| Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever) |