text: Is this thing on?
  Oh, I thought they silenced us, Ye
  Power to the people
  We livin in that 31st century, futuristic fly shit
  The penthouse is the projects and everybody flies private
  New watches , watch us 
  They cant stop us, the prophets, biatches!
  No one man should have all that power
  The clocks tickin, I just count the hours
  Stop trippin, Im trippin off the power
  Rumble, young man, rumble
  Life is a trip, so sometimes, you gon stumble
  You gotta go through pain in order to becomе you
  But once the world numbs you, youll feel like its only onе you
  Man, you got the power to do anything you want to
  Until you ask yourself, Is this what this all comes to?
  Looking at life through sunglasses and a sunroof
  But do you have the power to get out from up under you?
  Fuck all these labels, fuck what everybody wants from you
  They tryna Axl Rose you, welcome to the jungle
  To be continued, we on that Norman Mailer shit
  In search of the truth even if it goes through Taylor Swift
  Tell her this!
  No one man should have all that power
  Yea-ey-yea-ey-yeah-ey!
  Oh oh yeah-ey 
  Oh oh yeah-ey 
  Oh oh yeah-ey 
  No one man should have all that power
  Now when I walk in, everybody do the Power clap
  Clap, clap, clap
  Fresh for the club, I just took a half an hour nap
  Clap, clap, clap
  I seen people go crazy when the whole world in our lap
  Clap, clap, clap
  My socket was out the plug, now it’s time to get the power back
  Clap, clap
  I seen people abuse power, use power
  Misuse and then lose power
  Power to the people at last, it’s a new hour
  Now we all aint gonna be American Idols
  But you can least grab a camera, shoot a viral
  Hanh! Take the power in your own hands
  I’m a grown man, doing my grown dance
  I don’t stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitch
  I’m on my Van Gogh, I don’t hear shit
  No one man should have all that power
  The clocks tickin, I just count the hours
  Stop trippin, Im trippin off the power
  Til then, fuck that, the worlds ours 
  Oh oh yeah-ey 
  Oh oh yeah-ey 
  Oh oh yeah-ey 
  Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay 
  Now everything Im rhyming on cause a Ramadan
  Been a don, praying for the families lost in the storm
  Bring our troops back from Iraq, keep our troops out of Iran
  So the next couple bars, Ima drop em in Islam
  They say As-salamu alaykum, say Wa alaikum as-salaam
  Thats no Oscar Mayer bacon, you should run and tell your mom
  Now the question is, how we gon stop the next Vietnam
  Keep Flex out of Korea, cause you know he drop bombs
  Showtime!
  Aiyyo Yeezy, man, stop playing with these people, man
  They want see you act all crazy in this motherfucker, man
  Take that jacket off and go crazy on them niggas, man
  You know what I’m talking about? 
  What do it mean to be the boss? 
  It mean second place is the first one who lost 
  The crucifixion, the being nailed to the cross 
  Truth or fiction, it’s a hell of a cost
  Do the dishes! 
  I’m about to hit that Jeff Gordon 
  Michael Jordan, the only one more important 
  But I be feeling like Jordan when I’m recording 
  Cause every time I record, I dunk and slap the boards
  I don’t know what these rappers gonna do afterwards 
  Prolly spaz like I might do at the awards 
  Huh, I got the whole crowd going crazy 
  Homie, I should be rewarded 
  Gettin money, Yeezy, Yeezy, how you do it, huh? 
  Eating Wheaties, drinkin Fiji, being greedy, huh 
  Don’t even think you can allude to the rumors 
  I’m immune to the boos, I’ma prove to you losers 
  It’s all in timing, nigga 
  See, I dreamed my whole life that I could rhyme with Jigga 
  Now Jay my big brother and Bey my lil sister 
  And excuse me, but, you can’t see my lil sister 
  Number one sound across the board, hey 
  Number one now and forevermore, hey 
  Number one rule is, Niggas, don’t hate
  Maybe I’ll drop the album... nah, y’all gotta wait 
  And on the net, they showing pictures of my Cali place
  My Maybach in NY but it still got the Cali plates
  All my old girls know that I’m the one that got away 
  I think about em Christmas and play some Donny Hathaway 
  And keep my bulletproof-hater coat on
  Chill, Ye, Ye, chill! Chill, chill, chill!
  Looking at some photos that I’m looking crazy dope on
  Hand up, talking shit, yeah, I get my Pope on 
  And go home with something to poke on 
  That’s what Dre said, but this what Ye said 
  How Ye doing? Who Ye screwin? 
  That’s for my dick to know, before you get to know him
  She ain’t give you ass, that pussy fictional
  I gotta give her the eviction no-
  -tice, Get yo’ ass out, bitch, vamonos 
  Five seconds to the song and we getting close 
  I got the power, motherfucker, if you didn’t know
  Chill, chill, chill, man
  Chill, Ye, chill, chill, chill
  Shits burned up already
  Its over
  Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill
  Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill
  My mama was raised in the era when
  Clean water was only served to the fairer skin
  Doin clothes, you woulda thought I had help
  But they wasnt satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself
  You see its broke nigga racism
  Thats that Dont touch anything in the store
  And its rich nigga racism
  Thats that Come in, please buy more
  What you want, a Bentley? Fur coat? A diamond chain?
  All you blacks want all the same things
  Used to only be niggas, now everybody playin
  Spendin everything on Alexander Wang
  New slaves
  You see its leaders and its followers
  But Id rather be a dick than a swallower
  You see its leaders and its followers
  But Id rather be a dick than a swallower
  Fuck you and your Hampton house, Ill fuck your Hampton spouse
  Came on her Hampton blouse and in her Hampton mouth
  Yall bout to turn shit up, Im bout to tear shit down
  Im bout to air shit out, now what the fuck they gon say now?
  I wont end this high, not this time again
  So long, so long, so long, you cannot survive
  And Im not dyin, and I cant lose
  I cant lose, no, I cant lose
  Cause I cant leave it to you
  So lets get too high, get too high again
  Too high again, too high, ooh hoo-hoo-hoo, woo
  Yeah, h-h-h-high, h-high-high, high-high high-igh-high-high
  H-high-igh, yeah, high, high-igh
  Egyszer a Nap úgy elfáradt 
  Elaludt mély zöld tó ölén
  Az embereknek fájt a sötét
  Ő megsajnált, eljött közénk