Gifted (feat. Kanye West, Santogold & Lykke Li)

I'm known for running my mouth I will not be accountable for what comes out I dunno, I might have said it I was kinda gone and light-head And my jacket kinda fresh, bright red And as usual, my pants tight-threaded It seem like everybody dress tight now And I just want my credit Don't get it, twist it, or dread it I am the king and will not be headed To the morgue no time soon, brethren Being broke made my head hurt So I need the bread or an Excedrin That'll only get my engine revving While y'all on 10, I'm on 11 I'ma make the news be on at seven Matter fact, I'm on this very second I'm in first and y'all in second And this verse only add to the freshness Call to the club, tell them add to the guest list What you think? Way more bitches? I can never be too big for my britches Y'all motherfuckers know who this is I'm gifted Merry Christmas Merry Christmas A moment ends, I've got my rhymes Whatever comes, I write it down So knock me out and shoot me down With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time You don't know mine Like I said a thousand times I gotta stay ahead Know what I'm fighting for I'll leave you to your car Never seen my kind before And you're all so thick-headed Apollo and I know I let it Part of me won't let me quit Won't let me to not say shit So which day to before With half these bills I can't afford it Try to hold it in but it make me sick So I spit it out, say the hell with it I dream it and I build it all Waking up for when you call A moment ends, I've got my rhymes Whatever comes, I write it down So knock me out and shoot me down With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time A moment ends, I've got my rhymes Whatever comes, I write it down So knock me out and shoot me down With mics in hand, we'll stand against the A moment ends, I've got my rhymes Whatever comes, I write it down So knock me out and shoot me down With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time