Kanye West — A Million and One Freestyle

[Intro: Kanye West] Yeah It's (a million) [Hook: Kanye West] I freestyle battle niggas for (a million) How many niggas bit the soul? 'Bout (a million) How many hoes did I bone? 'Bout (a million) Uh-uh, uh-uh, it's (a million), uh-uh There's (a million) ways to die, choose one (A million) [Verse 1: Kanye West] Look, lot of people askin' 'bout the money I made, even Just Blaze How are they for real, is them niggas really paid? Rappers I met or dealt with direct Is it true he won't send a beat tape until he get a check? What's the position you hold? Can you really match the Neptunes, check by check If "H to the Izzo" is the only single that went gold? If Roc-a-Fella shit fold and you move back to the 'Go Is it back to ghost producer for D. Dot on the low? For the millionth time askin' me Questions like Toni Braxton, harassing me Like, "You don't care about my son's feelings?" Can I get a minute, you wack bitch? I ain't gotta jack shit You heard "Takeover", who running this rap shit? Ugh, fake tits, shut up and make hits Can't we all just get along, spread love like Take 6? What, you doin' beats in LA for Eminem and Dr. Dre? Them niggas sold ten mill, I'm trying to get paid We do this shit for entertainment Bring guns to the arraignment While the judge in the chamber Let one up out the chamber, BLAOW! [Hook: Kanye West] How many years did I wait? About (a million) How many niggas tryin' to hate? About (a million) But when a nigga count his cake, it's 'bout (a million) Yeah [Verse 2: Kanye West] '04, College Dropout, I make the game different I don't know what the hell y'all niggas been sniffin' 'Ye still flicking, hoes is my addiction Five days out the week, you'll find me in the kitchen Smashing the game, nigga, unlike you 'Cause these beats change the game and the hook's right too I'm a crook like you Cats back in the Chi was buying tracks for dirt cheap Man, what could I do? Knowing I'm supposed to style, I'm the fly-boy poster child 'Bout to be on Oprah now It's ironic and whatnot how I put no ice in the Bulgari watch Just to make it hot Now you see me on stages, my hit résumés is two pages For them niggas who played us Feet just raises, booming like Masta Ace's "Stand Up", number one, and there's more to come All I got for hoes is hard dick and bubblegum While y'all brick like Fred, Barney Rubble and them Chi-Town in this bitch, what's fucking with them? Not a damn thing, nigga, we doing our damn thing, BLAOW! (A million) Yeah (A million)