Gifted (Explicit)
N.A.S.A., Kanye West, Lykke Li, Santigold"Gifted (Explicit)" is a song by N.A.S.A., Kanye West, Lykke Li, Santigold, released in 2009 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:16 long and contains 70 lines and 410 words.
Lyrics
0:31Hey eh
0:32I'm known for running my mouth
0:33I will not be accountable for what comes out uh
0:36I don't know I might of said it
0:38I was kinda gone and light-headed
0:39My jacket kinda fresh bright red-ed
0:42And as usual my pants tight threaded
0:44It seem like everybody dress tight now
0:46And I just want my credit
0:48Don't get it twisted or dreaded
0:50I am the king and will not be-headed
0:52To the mall no time soon brethren
0:54Being broke made my head hurt
0:55So I need the bread or an Excedrin
0:58That'll only get my engine revvin'
0:59While y'all on ten I'm on eleven
1:02I'mma make the news be on at seven
1:04Matter fact I'm on this very second
1:06I'm in first and y'all in second
1:08And this verse only add to the freshness
1:10Call to the club tell 'em add to the guest list
1:12What you think
1:13Way more b***hes
1:14I can never be to big for my b***hes
1:16Y'all mutha f**kas know who this is
1:18I'm gifted
1:19I'm armed with pens
1:20And I got my rhymes
1:22Whatever comes I'll write it down
1:26So knock me out
1:28And shoot me down
1:30With mics in hand
1:32We'll stand against the test of time
1:44You don't know my mind
1:46Like I said a thousand times
1:48I try to stay ahead
1:50Know what I'm fighting for
1:52I leave you to your talk
1:54Never seen my kind before
1:56And you're all so thick headed
1:58Follow and I know I led it
2:00Part of me won't me quit
2:02Won't let me just not say s**t
2:04So much there to be bored with
2:06Can't be still I can't afford it
2:08Try to hold it in but it makes me sick
2:10So I spit it out say the hell with it
2:12I dream it and I build it tall
2:14Make a way for when it falls
2:15I'm armed with pens
2:16And I got my rhymes
2:18Whatever comes I'll write it down
2:22So knock me out
2:24And shoot me down
2:26With mics in hand
2:28We'll stand against the test of time
2:46I'm armed with pens
2:48And I got my rhymes
2:50Whatever comes I'll write it down
2:54So knock me out
2:56And shoot me down
2:58With mics in hand
3:00We'll stand against
3:03I'm armed with pens
3:04And I got my rhymes
3:06Whatever comes I'll write it down
3:10So knock me out
3:12And shoot me down
3:14With mics in hand
3:16We'll stand against the test of time
Hey eh I'm known for running my mouth I will not be accountable for what comes out uh I don't know I might of said it I was kinda gone and light-headed My jacket kinda fresh bright red-ed And as usual my pants tight threaded It seem like everybody dress tight now And I just want my credit Don't get it twisted or dreaded I am the king and will not be-headed To the mall no time soon brethren Being broke made my head hurt So I need the bread or an Excedrin That'll only get my engine revvin' While y'all on ten I'm on eleven I'mma 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 'em add to the guest list What you think Way more b***hes I can never be to big for my b***hes Y'all mutha f**kas know who this is I'm gifted I'm armed with pens And I got my rhymes Whatever comes I'll 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 my mind Like I said a thousand times I try to stay ahead Know what I'm fighting for I leave you to your talk Never seen my kind before And you're all so thick headed Follow and I know I led it Part of me won't me quit Won't let me just not say s**t So much there to be bored with Can't be still I can't afford it Try to hold it in but it makes me sick So I spit it out say the hell with it I dream it and I build it tall Make a way for when it falls I'm armed with pens And I got my rhymes Whatever comes I'll write it down So knock me out And shoot me down With mics in hand We'll stand against the test of time I'm armed with pens And I got my rhymes Whatever comes I'll write it down So knock me out And shoot me down With mics in hand We'll stand against I'm armed with pens And I got my rhymes Whatever comes I'll write it down So knock me out And shoot me down With mics in hand We'll stand against the test of time
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