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Kanye West And Jay-Z : Made In America lyrics

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Kanye West And Jay-Z lyrics : "Made In America"

[Frank Ocean]
Sweet King Martin
Sweet Queen Coretta

Sweet Brother Malcolm
Sweet Queen Betty
Sweet Mother Mary

Sweet Father Joseph, Sweet Jesus

We made it in America

Sweet Baby Jesus, oooh
Oh sweet baby Jesus
We made it in America

Oh, Sweet Baby Jesus, We made it in America
Sweet Baby Jesus, oooh

Oh, Sweet Baby Jesus, We made it in America

[Verse 1 - Kanye West]

I told my mama I was on the come up
She said "you going to school I'll give you a summer"
Then she met NO I'd and gave me his number

10 years later she driving a Hummer
^!$$%s hustle every day for a beat from Ye
What I do? Turn around gave them beats to Jay

And I'm rapping on the beat they was supposed to buy
I guess I'm getting high off my own supply
Downtown mixing fabrics trying to find the magic

Started a little blog just to get some traffic
Old folks'll tell you not to play in traffic
A million hits and the web crashes ? damn!

South Park had them all laughing
Now all my ^!$$%s designing and we all swaggin'
Ignore the critics just to say we did it

This ain't no fashion show, motherf-cker, we live it


[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
I pledge allegiance, uh, to my Grandma

For that banana pudding, our piece of Americana
Our apple pie was supplied through Arm & Hammer
Straight out the kitchen, shh don't wake Nana!

Built a republic, that still stands
I'm trying to lead a nation, to leave to my little man's
Or my daughter, so I'm boiling this water

The scales was lopsided, I'm just restoring order
Hold up, here comes grandma, what's up YaYa?
What's that smell? Oh I'm just boiling some aqua

No papa, bad Santa
The streets raised me, pardon my bad manners
I got my liberty, chopping grams up

Street justice, I pray God understand us
I pledge allegiance to all the scramblers
This is the Star Spangled Banner


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