Diamonds From Sierra Leone - Kanye West, Jay-Z

Diamonds are forever

They won’t leave in the night

I’ve no fear that they might

Desert me

Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)

Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe

Diamonds are forever (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?

Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic

Vegas on acid, seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses

And 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 talkin' 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 your stripper name «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, forever)

The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme

Forever ever?

Forever ever?

Ever, ever?

Ever, ever?

Ever, ever?

Ever, ever?

Ever, ever?

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

Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry

Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense in him

Thirty minutes later seein' there’s no convincin' him

What more could you ask for?

The international asshole

Who complain about what he is owed?

And throw a tantrum like he is three years old

You gotta love it though: somebody still speaks from his soul

And wouldn’t change by the change or the game or the fame

When he came in the game, he made his own lane

Now all I need is y’all to pronounce my name

It’s Kanye, but some of my plaques, they still say Kayne

Got family in the D, Kin-folk from Motown

Back in the Chi, them Folks ain’t from Moe Town

Life movin' too fast, I need to slow down

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

My father been 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 lookin' like, «Pssh, we messed up.»

Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up

Bottle after bottle 'til we got messed up

In the studio, with Really Doe, yeah, he next up

People askin' 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-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, forever)

The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme

Forever ever?

Forever ever?

Ever, ever?

Ever, ever?

Ever, ever?

Ever, ever?

Ever, ever?

Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)

Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)