Lex Luger-produced single is the first from the MCs’ upcoming joint LP, Watch the Throne. By James Dinh Kanye West and Jay-Z Photo: Kevin Mazur/ WireImage Hip-hop titans Kanye West and Jay-Z have a lot to brag about on their new single “H.A.M.,” the first look at what’s to come from their joint LP, Watch the Throne. The effort, which was produced by Lex Luger (Rick Ross, Waka Flocka Flame), was released just minutes after midnight on Tuesday (January 11). Check out the lyrics from the highly anticipated track and let us know what you think in the comments below! (Kanye West) It was all good just a week ago, N—as feel theyselves and then watch the throne drop N—as kill theyself What n—as gon do, Hov? This a new crack on a new stove I’m in the two-door, true that N—as tellin’ me, “You back” Like a n—a ever left up out this bitch, hunh? And if life a bitch, suck my di–, hunh? And I bet she f—ed the whole clique, hunh? By the way n—a, you should f—in’ quit, n—a Just forget it, you talk it, I live it Like Eli, I did it, jokes on you mutha—-er and I get it No paper, ho, but you can have some more of me Or-gy, or are we speakin’ metaphorically? Historically, I’m kickin’ bitches out like Pam, n—a Goin’ H.A.M. n—a, me and Jigga And a n—a still young, wanna have no kids But I’ve been practicing with some actresses as bad as sh– And a few white girls, asses flat as sh– But the head so good, damn a n—a glad he hit Got ’em jumpin’ out the building Watch out below, a million out the door I’m about to go H.A.M. Hard as a mutha—-er, let these n—as know who I am I’m about to go H.A.M. Hard as a mutha—-er, let these n—as know who I am (Jay-Z) F— y’all mad at me for? You don’t even know what I’ve been through I play chicken with a Mack truck Y’all mutha—-ers woulda been moved I swam waters with Great Whites Y’all mutha—-ers woulda been chewed I hustle with vultures late nights Y’all mutha—-ers woulda been food F— wrong with these dudes? Try to walk around in these shoes See the sh– I saw growing up And maybe you can take a peek at these boots N—as fantasize about the sh– that I do daily Like these rappers rap about all the sh– that I do really I’m like really, half a billi, n—a? Really you got baby money Keep it real with n—as, n—as ain’t got my lady money Watch the throne, don’t step on our road Bad enough we let you step on our globe When my nephew died, daddy dead N—as took the price on my uncle’s head Nobody called the cops as my uncle bled So I feel like I would like to know my uncle’s bread Bow down, brother pay homage Don’t spill hate all on my garments Commes des Gar
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