Call him Yeezus

He put himself on 

A crosse and deemed

Himself holy. 

Sold album after album

And wrote himself into

Existence. 

I'm not talking about

Christ but, he calls

Himself Yeezus.

Wrote raps in back

Alleys of Chicago and

Always quick to rock 

the cypher. 

Promised to stay a 

Real Nigga but forgot 

To spell his name.

He a college drop out

But he's done good for 

A quitter. 

He a real Nigga but he 

Cry 'cause he celebrity.

I guess he see what it's 

Like when It "All Falls Down" 

But aye, Shout out to Syleena.

He said she was his safe belt.

It's not a praise to Kanye, 

That seats been accounted 

For.

It's just a simple thank you

For the guide of how not to

Act with a life made out of 

Fame.

But I give props when the 

shit is due.  He's still

Hotter than all

These new rap frauds 

They have yet to get a clue.

See his mind is his 

weapon so what y'all

Loading Gat's foe? 

He could never be a 

2pac but his words

Are his sanity.

Come on. It's okay. 

Wipe the dust off.

We all know his 

Lyrics make us

Question his insanity.