Diamonds From Sierra Leone (Live - Abbey Road Studios)
 Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
 Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
 Diamonds are forever (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 **** than you ever thought of
 Damn, is he really that caught up?
 I ask, if you talkin' 'bout 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)
 Uh, throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
 Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, 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 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?
 Throw a tantrum like he is three years old
 You gotta love it though, I still speak 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 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, you need to slow down
 Girl ain't give me no ass, you need to go down
 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, 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 ****, 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
 Studio, with Really Doe, yeah, he next up
 People askin' me is 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)
 Uh, throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
 Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
 Uh, 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?