Changing Lanes

[Kanye West] And you say Chi city And you say Chi city I'm down with Chops in Philly Nothin' really just to Roc, me, Free and Mac Milli [Verse 1: Kanye West] Listen, yo I drove to New York with ten dollars to my name Brought back a couple platinum plaques on a plane Brought back the soul to change the game Had a little beef I had to aim, it's stainless steel The lyrics in my heart I can't restrain they real I swear to God I wish I had a dollar bill For every time a nigga told me stick to the beats I could have ate at Cheesecake at least six times a week Plus I'm killin' these niggas on that lyrical shit Mayonnaise colored Benz I push miracle whips Dawg I'm killin' these niggas on that lyrical shit Mayonnaise colored Benz I push miracle whips Changing lanes Yeah, I'm changing lanes [Verse 2: Chops] And you say West Philly And you say West Philly I'm down with Kanye and Chi City Nothing really, just Chops with beats to smack you silly Listen Let it be said and let it be known: without a touch of ego The Chops is out your league like Pete Rose To see most of these Joe's that make beats Their flows is type-weak yo, like Shaq on the free throw The difference between them and me though Is similar to Big Pun and Suave Rico Cause they beef oh, artificial like insemination - in vitro When I bust like a depot, I be colder than December when the heat cold Cool breeze leave the street froze Quantum leap over these freak shows, I be unique yo And check the stink, it fucking reeks so Instead of making money, making music, that's the creed oh On the D-low stack chips and lay like Frito's Instead of making money, making music, that's the creed oh On the D-low stack chips and lay like Frito's Changing lanes