Obama Honors Jay-Z At Songwriters Hall Of Fame

[Bon Iver:]

I shoot the lights out

Hide ’til it’s bright out

Whoa, just another lonely night

Are you willing to sacrifice your life?

[Rick Ross:]

Bitch I’m a monster no good blood sucker

Fat motherfucker now look who’s in trouble

As you run through my jungles all you hear is rumbles

Kanye West sample, here’s one for example

[Kanye West]

Gossip gossip

Nigga just stop it

Everybody know (I’m a motherfucking monster)

I’mma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

I’mma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

Profit profit, nigga I get it

Everybody know I’m a motherfucking monster

I’mma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

I’mma need to see your fucking hands…

The best living or dead hands down huh?

Less talk more head right now huh?

And my eyes more red than the devil is

And I’m bout to take it to another level bitch

None of who you go and get, ain’t nobody cold as this

Do the rap and attract triple double no assist

And my only focus is staying on some bogus shit

Argue with my older bitch acting like I owe her shit

I heard the people saying raps are getting trap mayne

Bought the chain that always give me back pain

Fucking up my money so yeah I had to act sane

Chi nigga but these hoes love my accent

She came up to me and said this the number 2 gal

If you wanna make it number one you’re number 2 now

This that goose and Malibu I call it Malibooya

God damn Yeezy how we hit em with the new style

Know that motherfucker well, what you gonna do now

Whatever I wanna do, gosh it’s cool now

Nah gonna do, uh it’s a new now

Think you motherfucker really really need to cool down

‘Cause you will never get on top of this

So mommy best advice is just to get on top of this

Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh

I put the pussy in a sarcophagus

Now she claiming that I bruise her esophagus

Head of the class and she just won a swallowship

I’m living in the future so the present is my past

My presence is a present kiss my ass

[Kanye West]

Gossip gossip

Nigga just stop it

Everybody know (I’m a motherfucking monster)

I’mma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

I’mma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

Profit profit, nigga I get it

Everybody know I’m a motherfucking monster

I’mma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

I’mma need to see your fucking hands…

[Jay-Z:]

Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong

Loch Ness, Goblin, Ghoul, a zombie with no conscience

Question what do these things all have in common

Everybody knows I’m a motherfucking monster

Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense

Nonsense, none of you niggas know where the swamp is

None of you niggas have seen the carnage that I’ve seen

I still hear fiends scream in my dreams

Murder murder in black convertibles

I kill a block I murder the avenues

I rape and pillage a village, women and children

Everybody wanna know what my Achilles’ heel is

Love I don’t get enough of it

All I get is these vampires and blood suckers

All I see is these niggas I’ve made millionaires

Milling about, spilling their feelings in the air

All I see is these fake fucks with no fangs

Tryna draw blood from my ice cold veins

I smell a massacre

Seems to be the only way to back you bastards up

[Kanye West]

Gossip gossip

Nigga just stop it

Everybody know (I’m a motherfucking monster)

I’mma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

I’mma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

Profit profit, nigga I get it

Everybody know I’m a motherfucking monster

I’mma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

I’mma need to see your fucking hands…

[Nicki Minaj:]

Pull up in the monster

Automobile gangster

With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka

Yeah I’m in that Tonka, colour of Willy Wonka

You could be the King but watch the Queen conquer

OK first things first I’ll eat your brains

Then I’mma start rocking gold teeth and fangs

‘Cause that’s what a motherfucking monster do

Hairdresser from Milan, that’s the monster do

Monster Giuseppe heel that’s the monster shoe

Young Money is the roster and a monster crew

And I’m all up all up all up in the bank with the funny face

And if I’m fake I ain’t notice ’cause my money ain’t

Let me get this straight wait I’m the rookie

But my features and my shows ten times your pay?

50k for a verse, no album out!

Yeah my money’s so tall that my Barbie’s gotta climb it

Hotter than a middle eastern climate

Find it Tony Matterhorn dutty wine it

While it, Nicki on them titties when I sign it

Have these niggas so one-track minded

But really really I don’t give a F-U-C-K

Forget Barbie fuck Nicki ’cause she’s fake

She on a diet but her pockets eating cheese cake

And I’ll say Bride of Chucky is child’s play

Just killed another career it’s a mild day

Besides ‘Ye they can’t stand besides me

I think me, you and Am should ménage Friday

Pink wig, thick ass, give em whiplash

I think big get cash make em blink fast

Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for

Ah, I’m a motherfucking monster!

[Bon Iver:]

I-I crossed the line-line

And I’ll-I’ll let God decide-cide

I-I wouldn’t last these shows

So I-I am headed home

[Repeated]

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