Diamonds From Sierra Leone - Live At Abbey Road Studios

(Diamonds are forever, forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
(Diamonds are forever, forever, forever)
Everybody, everybody, the Roc is still alive every time I rhyme, now say this
Forever ever? Forever ever?
Ever, ever? Ever, ever?
Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?

Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
Vegas on acid, seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses
I've realized that I've arrived, 'cause
It take more than a magazine to kill my vibe
"Does he write his own rhymes?" Well, sort of, I think 'em
That mean I forgot better shit than you ever thought of
"Damn, is he really that caught up?"
I ask, if you talking about classics, do my name get brought up?

I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort or even a four-track recorder
So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
Spoil yourself, that's important
If a stripper named "Porsche" and you get tips from many men
Then your fat friend, her nickname is "Minivan"
Excuse me, that's just the Henny, man
I smoke, I drink, I'm supposed to stop I can't because

(Diamonds are forever, forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
(Diamonds are forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme, now say this
Forever ever? Forever ever?
Ever, ever? Ever, ever?
Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?

Uh
I was sick about awards, couldn't nobody cure me
Only player that got robbed but kept all his jewelry
Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense in him
30 minutes later seeing there's no convincing 'em

What more can you ask for?
The international asshole
Who complain about what he is owed
Throw a tantrum like he is three years old?
You gotta love it though, I still speaks from my soul

Wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
Came in the game, he made his own lane
All I need is y'all to pronounce my name
It's Kanye, but some of my plastic still say Kane
Got family in the D, kinfolk from Motown
Back in the Chi, them folks ain't from Motown
Life moving too fast, you need to slow down
Girl ain't give me no ass, you need to go down

Father Ben said I need Jesus
So he took me to church and let the water wash over my caesar
The preacher said we need leaders
Right then my body got still like a paraplegic
You know who you call, you got a message then leave it
The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it
Take your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimic
Yeah, the beat cold but the flow is anemic

After debris settles and the dust get swept off
Big K pick up where young Hov left off
Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off
I dropped my new shit, it sound like the best of
A&R's looking like, "Pshh, we messed up"
Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
Bottle after bottle 'til we got messed up
Studio with Really Doe, yeah, he next up

People asking me if I'm gon' give my chain back
That'll be the same day I give the game back
You know the next question, dog, "Yo, where Dame at?"
This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back
"What's up with you and Jay, man? Are y'all okay, man?"
They pray for the death of our dynasty like "Amen"
R-r-r-right here stands a man
With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands

Diamonds are forever, forever, forever
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever, forever, forever
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
Forever ever? Forever ever?
Ever, ever? Ever, ever?
Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?
Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?
Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?