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?…
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?…
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, kinfolk 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” / But 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?…
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)…
[By Kanye West – Devon Harris – John Barry – Don Black © Roc-A-Fella Records, LLC / Def Jam, 2005]