Power (Remix)

[Intro: JAY Z] Is this thing on? Oh, I thought they silenced us, Ye Power to the people We living in that 31st century, futuristic fly shit The penthouse is the projects and everybody flies private New watches; you know what time it is, watch us They can’t stop us, the prophets, biatches! [Hook: Kanye West] No one man should have all that power The clock’s ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I’m tripping off the power (No one man should have all that power) [Verse 1: JAY Z] Rumble, young man, rumble Life is a trip, so sometimes we gonna stumble You gotta go through pain in order to become you But once the world numbs you, you’ll feel like it’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?" Looking at life through sunglasses and a sunroof But do you have the power to get out from up under you Fuck all these labels, fuck what everybody wants from you They're trying to 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: Kanye West] Now when I walk in, everybody do the "Power" clap Fresh for the club, I just took a half an hour nap I seen people go crazy when the whole world in our lap My socket was out the plug, now it’s time to get the power back I seen people abuse power, use power, misuse and then lose power Power to the people at last, it’s a new hour Now we all ain’t going be American Idols But you can least grab a camera, shoot a viral, huh Take the power in your own hands I’m a grown man, doing my grown dance I don’t stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitch I’m on my Van Gogh, I don’t hear shit [Hook] [Verse 3: Kanye West] Now everything I’m rhyming on cause a Ramadan Been a don, praying for the families lost in the storm Bring our troops back from Iraq, keep our troops out of Iran So the next couple bars, I’mma drop 'em in Islam They say as-salamu alaykum say wa alaikum assalam That’s no Oscar Mayer bacon, you should run and tell your mom Now the question is, how we going stop the next Vietnam Keep Flex out of Korea, cause you know he drop bombs [Break: Swizz Beatz] Showtime Hey, yo, Yeezy Stop playing with these people, man They want see you act all crazy in this motherfucker, man Take that jacket off and go crazy on them niggas, man You know what I’m talking about [Verse 4: 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, it’s a hell of a cost, do the dishes I’m about to hit that Jeff Gordon Michael Jordan, the only one more important But I be feeling like Jordan when I’m recording ‘Cause every time I record, I dunk and slap the boards I don’t know what these rappers gonna do afterwards Prolly spaz like I might do at the awards Huh, I got the whole crowd going crazy Homie, I should be rewarded Gettin' money, Yeezy, Yeezy, how you do it, huh Eating Wheaties, drinkin' Fiji, being greedy, huh Don’t even think you can allude to the rumors I’m immune to the boos, I’ma prove to you losers It’s all in time, my nigga See, I dreamed my whole life that I could rhyme with Jigga Now Jay my big brother and B my lil sister And excuse me, but you can’t see my lil sister Number one sound across the board, hey Number one now and forevermore, hey Number one rule is niggas don’t hate Maybe I’ll drop the album, nah, all y’all gotta wait And on the net, they showing pictures of my Cali place My Maybach in NY, but it still got the Cali plates All my old girls know that I’m the one that got away I think about at Christmas and play some Donny Hathaway And keep my bulletproof hater coat on Looking at some photos that I’m looking crazy dope on Hand up, talking shit, yeah, I get my Pope on And go home with something to poke on That’s what Dre said, but this what Ye said How Ye doing? Who Ye screwin? That’s for my dick to know, before you get to know him She ain’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 getting close I got the power, motherfucker, if you didn’t know [Outro: Swizz Beatz] Chill, chill, chill, chill, man Chill, Ye, chill Shit’s burned up already It’s over