Jay-Z, Kanye West — Hate

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[Kanye West:]
How much they hate it? Very!
Kiss girls like Katy Perry.
I am never sprung, but I Spring ‘er, Jerry.
Don’t try this at home: results may vary.
King like T.I., but in the Chi, Larry…

[Jay-Z:]
Hoover, Hova,
Both are American Gangsters,
You choose, who’s colder.

Rappers get nasty in the booth but I’m grosser,
I can’t even stomach myself, ulcer!
More realer cause I’m closer,
Had girlies in girdles weighing more than they supposed to.
Poser? No, sir.
My hustle, so Russell,
I stretch work, yoga.
You know, I got it down, dog,
Al Roker, I used to knock pounds off.
It ain’t nothing for me to knock some nouns off,
At these MC’s praying for my downfall,
They just haters, I wave at you,
I’m so player,
I’ll never be done, I’m so rare.

[Kanye West:]
We killing the game, it’s not fair.
You, muthafuckers, stay right there.
‘Cause we too high up in the air,
We blasting off just like a laser,
N**ga, pee-une, pee-une, pee-une!
Get back, gimme room, room, room!
DB9 like vroom, vroom, vroom!
Young Hov, what we doin’, doin’, doin’?

[Jay-Z]
We ballin’, bitches,
Eating y’all food, leaving dishes.
Why these n**gas always talking Lear talk, ‘Ye?
Why I never see ’em at the Clearport, ‘Ye?
Why always hear, they at the airport?
While I fly daily like I’m in the Air Force,
Therefore, please stop talking my ears off,
Millionaire talk.
You haters, you mad at me ’cause your paper
Need to get it’s motherfucking weight up.
Hold up!
Wait up, I ain’t done,
Name one thing I ain’t done,
It hurts when you say, that I ain’t the one.
You haters,
How do I gain your favor?
I need to know, ’cause I care,
I need you to love me, I swear, look here!
See ‘Ye is running the Chi like Gale Sayers,
I’m running New York, I got the mayor on my pager.
You can’t fade us, you haters,
I need you, stay there,
I breathe you like air.
Yeah-yuh, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yuh!