Better Than Yours

[Chorus: Kanye West]

My raps is better than yours

My plaques is better than yours

My tracks is better than yours

You could have one, but I'd have to charge

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

We can start with the hits on my arm

I already got the bomb

Now all I need is my first LP to go Gold

And then I will have the qualm uh-uh uh-um

I'm Kon the Louis Vuitton Don

Bought my Mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom

Still might throw on a little Lo on

They want me to stop–go on, go on

They don't want me to shop and be spending that hard

"Oh my God, is that a Black Card?"

I turned around and replied "Why yes, 

But I prefer the term African American Express"

[Chorus: Kanye West]

My plaques is better than yours

My raps is better than yours

My tracks is better than yours

You could have one, but I'd have to charge

[Bridge: Kanye West]

La La, La La, la – off MTV

La La, La La, la – when you gonna go out with me?

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

Brains, Power, and Muscle like Dame, Puffy, and Russell

Your boy back on his hustle; don't know you, don't discuss you

Every rapper want to know when they can get to work

Every stylist want to know where they can get the shirts

Everybody renting my style like that shit at Hertz

But they don't give me my credit, that's the shit that hurts

There's something I might say, there's something I might play

The beat I might made might make they life change

And save they whole deal, they wrist is on chill

They house is on hill, you could be Lauryn Hill!

See, y'all write songs to keep the lights on

I'ma go in Def Jam and turn the brights on

Man, I'm just sayin' –

When I wanted to rap, y'all thought I was just playin'

Now y'all just prayin'

[Chorus: Kanye West]

'Cause my raps is better than yours

My plaques is better than yours

My tracks is better than yours

You could have one, but I'd have to charge

[Verse 3: Common]

You was a vic in high school, now you a thug?

Better "Step In The Name Of Love"

Before you giving pain a hug

Me to dope, is like 'caine to drugs, 

Or aim to slugs; In the game, I'm plugged, 

Like a scoreboard, with Vice and Warlords

Hot merchandise, prices – they want more for it

You was pink as Ice single, need to think it twice

Over; "The Bitch In Yoo" came out like freaks in the night

Freed your mind at a cheaper price

On the street, trying to seek advice

I'm on point, like I speak to dice

Took the underground to steeper heights

Made real niggas see "The Light," got fat girls eating right

[Outro: Kanye West & Common]

Haha, we in this bitch, yeah

Hahaha

It's Common and Kanye (Yeah!)

Y'all niggas know what time it is – motherfuckers...

Chi-Town, DJ Pharris

Heavy Hitters, what up?

Mike Love, what up?

DJ Enuff!

Pharrell! That's my favorite producer by the way

That's why I had to rap on this

'Cause his tracks is better than yours

My tracks is better than yours

Just Blaze tracks is better than yours

You can have one but we all gonna charrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrge-owww!

Plain Pat, what up?

Big John, what up?

John Monop, what up?

Don C., what up?

J.B., what up?

GLC, what up?

Bang, what up? Yeah

Really Doe, what up?

Arrowstar, what up? Yeah!

Oh, and did I mention the new head of my management – Benny Medina?

Yo, Gee, Hop – we taxin' these niggas right now

Plain Pat, what up? That's all