Diamonds From Sierra Leone - Live At Abbey Road Studios

(Diamonds are forever, forever, forever)

Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe

(Diamonds are forever, forever, forever)

Everybody, everybody, the Roc is still alive every time I rhyme, now say this

Forever ever? Forever ever?

Ever, ever? Ever, ever?

Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?

Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic

Vegas on acid, seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses

I've realized that I've arrived, 'cause

It take more than a magazine to kill my vibe

"Does he write his own rhymes?" Well, sort of, I think 'em

That mean I forgot better shit than you ever thought of

"Damn, is he really that caught up?"

I ask, if you talking about classics, do my name get brought up?

I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort or even a four-track recorder

So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche

Spoil yourself, that's important

If a stripper named "Porsche" and you get tips from many men

Then your fat friend, her nickname is "Minivan"

Excuse me, that's just the Henny, man

I smoke, I drink, I'm supposed to stop I can't because

(Diamonds are forever, forever, forever)

Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe

(Diamonds are forever, forever, forever)

The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme, now say this

Forever ever? Forever ever?

Ever, ever? Ever, ever?

Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?

Uh

I was sick about awards, couldn't nobody cure me

Only player that got robbed but kept all his jewelry

Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense in him

30 minutes later seeing there's no convincing 'em

What more can you ask for?

The international asshole

Who complain about what he is owed

Throw a tantrum like he is three years old?

You gotta love it though, I still speaks from my soul

Wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame

Came in the game, he made his own lane

All I need is y'all to pronounce my name

It's Kanye, but some of my plastic still say Kane

Got family in the D, kinfolk from Motown

Back in the Chi, them folks ain't from Motown

Life moving too fast, you need to slow down

Girl ain't give me no ass, you need to go down

Father Ben said I need Jesus

So he took me to church and let the water wash over my caesar

The preacher said we need leaders

Right then my body got still like a paraplegic

You know who you call, you got a message then leave it

The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it

Take your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimic

Yeah, the beat cold but the flow is anemic

After debris settles and the dust get swept off

Big K pick up where young Hov left off

Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off

I dropped my new shit, it sound like the best of

A&R's looking like, "Pshh, we messed up"

Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up

Bottle after bottle 'til we got messed up

Studio with Really Doe, yeah, he next up

People asking me if I'm gon' give my chain back

That'll be the same day I give the game back

You know the next question, dog, "Yo, where Dame at?"

This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back

"What's up with you and Jay, man? Are y'all okay, man?"

They pray for the death of our dynasty like "Amen"

R-r-r-right here stands a man

With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands

Diamonds are forever, forever, forever

Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe

Diamonds are forever, forever, forever

The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme

Forever ever? Forever ever?

Ever, ever? Ever, ever?

Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?

Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?

Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?