N.A.S.A. - The Spirit Of Apollo Gifted (feat. Kanye West, Santigold & Lykke Li)

Lyrics

Verse (Kanye West)

Hey eh
I’m known for running my mouth.
I will not be accountable for what comes out uh.
I don’t know I might of said it.
I was kinda gone and light headed.
My jacket kinda fresh bright reded
And as usual my pants tight threaded.
It seem like everybody dress tight now,
And I just want my credit.
Don’t get it twisted or dreaded.
I am the king and will not beheaded,
To the mall no time soon brethren.
Being broke made my head hurt.
So I need the bread or an Excedrin,
That’ll only get my engine revvin’.
While y’all on ten, I’m on eleven.
Imma make the news, be on at seven.
Matter fact I’m on this very second.
I’m in first and y’all in second.
And this verse only add to the freshness.
Call to the club, tell ‘em add to the guest list.
What you think? Way more bitches.
I can never be too big for my britches.
Y’all mutha fuckas know who this is.
I’m gifted, Merry Christmas…
Merry Christmas.

Chorus (Lykke Li and Santogold)

I’m armed with pens,
And I got my rhymes.
Whatever comes, I’ll write it down.
So knock me out
And shoot me down.
With mics in hand,
We’ll stand against the test of time.

Verse (Santogold)

You don’t know my mind.
Like I said a thousand times.
I try to stay ahead
Know what I’m fighting for.
I leave you to your talk.
Never seen my kind before,
And you’re all so thick headed
Follow and I know I led it.
Part of me won’t let me quit.
Won’t let me just not say shit.
So much there to be bored with
Can’t be still, I can’t afford it.
Try to hold it in but it makes me sick,
So I spit it out say the hell with it.
I dream it and I build it tall
Make a way for when it falls.

Chorus (Lykke Li and Santogold)

I’m armed with pens,
And I got my rhymes.
Whatever comes, I’ll write it down.
So knock me out
And shoot me down.
With mics in hand,
We’ll stand against the test of time.

Break

I’m armed with pens,
And I got my rhymes.
Whatever comes, I’ll write it down.
So knock me out
And shoot me down.
With mics in hand,
We’ll stand against them.

I’m armed with pens,
And I got my rhymes.
Whatever comes, I’ll write it down.
So knock me out
And shoot me down.
With mics in hand,
We’ll stand against the test of time.