[Otis (voice) Reading]
It makes it easier, easier to bear
You won´t regret it, no, no
No, girl they won´t forget it
Love is their home
Happiness yeah
Sq-sq-sq-squeeze her, don´t tease her
Never leave her…

[Jay-Z]
Sounds so soulful don´t you agree

I invented swag
Poppin´ bottles, puttin´ supermodels in the cab, proof
I guess I got my swagger back, truth
New watch alert, Hublot´s
Or the big face Rollie I got two of those
Arm out the window through the city I maneuver slow
Cock back, snap back
See my cut through the holes

[Kanye West]
Damn Yeezy and Hov,
Where the hell ya been?
Niggas talkin real reckless: stuntmen
I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond ‘em
Now I´m bout to make them tuck they whole summer in
They say I´m crazy, well, I´m ´bout to go dumb again
They aint see me cause I pulled up in my other Benz
Last week I was in my other other Benz
Throw your diamonds up cause we in this bitch another ‘gain

[Jay-Z]
Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth
I´m ´bout to call the paparazzi on myself
Uh, live from the Mercer
Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya
Flee in the G450 I might surface
Political refugee, asylum can be purchased
Uh, everythings for sale, I got 5 passports
I´m never going to jail

[Kanye West]
I made “Jesus Walks” I´m never going to hell
Couture level flow, it´s never going on sale
Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
I get it custom, you a customer
You ain´t ‘customed to going through Customs, you ain´t been nowhere, huh?
And all the ladies in the house, got ‘em showing off
I´m done, I hit ya up mana-naaaa!

[Jay-Z]
Welcome to Havana
Smoking cubanos with Castro in cabanas
Viva Mexico, Cubano
Dominicano, all the plugs that I know
Driving Benzes, wit´ no benefits
Not bad huh? For some immigrants
Build your fences, we diggin´ tunnels
Can´t you see? We gettin´ money up under you

[Kanye]
Can´t you see the private jets flyin´ over you?
Maybach bumper sticker read “What would Hova do?”
Jay is chillin´, ‘Ye is chillin´
What more can I say? We killin´ ‘em
Hold up, before we end this campaign
As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames
Lord, please let them accept the things they can´t change
And pray that all of their pain be champagne.