KANYE WEST:   I'm known for running my mouth   I will not be accountable for what comes out, uh   I dunno, I might have said it   I was kinda gone and light-head   And my jacket kinda fresh, bright red   And as usual, my pants tight-threaded   It seem like everybody dress tight now   And I just want my credit   Don't get it, twist it, or dread it   I am the king and will not be headed   To the morgue no time soon, brethren   Being broke made my head hurt   So I need the bread or an Excedrin   That'll only get my engine revving   While y'all on 10, I'm on 11   I'ma make the news be on at 7   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 them add to the guest list   What you think? Way more bitches?   I can never be too big for my britches   Y'all motherfuckers know who this is   I'm gifted   Merry Christmas   Merry Christmas      LYKKE LI & SANTOGOLD:   A moment ends, I've got my rhymes   Whatever comes, I write it down   So knock me out and shoot me down   With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time      SANTOGOLD:   You don't know my mind   Like I said a thousand times   I gotta stay ahead   Know what I'm fighting for   I'll leave you to your talk   Never seen my kind before   And you're all so thick-headed   Follow and I know I let it   Part of me won't let me quit   Won't let me just not say shit   So much is there to be bored with   Can't be still, I can't afford it   Try to hold it in but it make me sick   So I spit it out, say the hell with it   I dream it and I build it all   Make a way for when it falls      LYKKE LI & SANTOGOLD:   A moment ends, I've got my rhymes   Whatever comes, I write it down   So knock me out and shoot me down   With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time      A moment ends, I've got my rhymes   Whatever comes, I write it down   So knock me out and shoot me down   With mics in hand, we'll stand against the      A moment ends, I've got my rhymes   Whatever comes, I write it down   So knock me out and shoot me down   With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time