Gone (Live at Abbey Road Studios)

[Intro: Otis Redding & Kanye West]

Wished I had told, ooh, was the only one

But it's too late (Uh-oh)

It's too late

He's gone

[Verse 1: Kanye West & Consequence]

You sweat her, and I ain't talkin 'bout a Coogi

You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J

See me at the airport, at least twenty Louis

Treat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay

(Brother Numpsay!) Groupies say I'm too choosy

Take 'em to the show and talk all through the movies

Say she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays

If we up in Fridays, I still have it my way, gone

[Chorus 1: Cam'ron, Kanye West, Both]

We striving home (Yeah)

I ride on chrome

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

Y'all don't want no prob' from me

What you rappers could get is a job from me

Maybe you could be my intern, and in turn

I'll show you how I cook up summer in the winter

Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn?

Caught something on the Usher tour, he had to let it burn

Plus, he already got three chil'r'n

Arguin' over babysitters like, "Bitch, it's your turn"

"Damn, Ye, it'd be stupid to diss you

Even your superficial raps is super-official"

R-R-R-Roc Pastelle with Gucci on

With TVs in the ride, throw a movie on

Said he couldn't rap, I'm at the top with Doobie Long

'Cause I dookied on any song that they threw me on, gone

[Chorus 2: Cam'ron, Kanye West, Both]

We striving home (What?)

I ride on chrome

Listen, homeboy, move on

That's your best bet, why's that, Cons'?

(Now see 'Quence, come on)

[Verse 3: Consequence]

I been pouring out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone

And trying to help his Momma with the fact that her child's gone

And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon

Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on

But since they got afoul on what could've gone wrong

Now they asking Cons, "How long has this gone on?"

And maybe all this money might have gone to my head

'Cause they got me thinking money might have gone to the Feds

So I had gone to the dread, but he had gone up to bed

And when I came the next morning, he was gone with my bread

And with that being said, I had gone on my instincts

And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks

But looking back now, I should've gone to the crib

And rented Gone With the Wind, 'cause I'da gone in by ten

But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar

And heard a nigga talking shit so I had gone to the car

And now the judge is telling me that I had gone too far

And now we gone for twenty years, doing time behind bars

And since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes

I guess I gone to the well one too many times, 'cause I'm gone

[Interlude: Kanye West]

Make some noise for Consequence, y'all

It's G.O.O.D. Music, baby

Out on these shores

2006, Don't Quit Your Day Job

I'ma get a string somethin' for a minute

Make some noise for the strings right now

They've been playing so beautifully, don't you agree?

Don't you agree? The wire strings, that is

Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, on, uh-uh-uh, on

Uh-uh, on, uh-uh-uh

[Verse 4: Kanye West]

I'm, uh, ahead of my time, sometimes years out

So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out

And that make me wanna get my advance out

And move to Oklahoma and just live at my aunt's house

Yeah, I romance the thought of leaving it all behind

Kanye, step away from the lime

Light like when I was on the grind

In the 1-9-9-9

Before model chicks was bending over

Or dealerships asked me, "Benz or Rover?"

Man, if I could just get one beat on Hova

We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa

What the summer of the Chi got to offer an eighteen-year-old?

Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play your role

Dog worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural

Fired a week later, the manager count the churro

Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirro'

How we out in Europe, spending Euros

They say you never know what you got 'til it's gone

I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on

I'ma open up a store for aspiring MCs

Sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free

But if they ever flip sides like Anakin

You will sell everything including the mannequin

They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston

Hold on, I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm

Shorties at the door 'cause they need more

Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs

Told 'em, "Sorry, Mr. West is gone"