(Diamonds are forever, forever, forever) Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe (Diamonds are 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 shit than you ever thought of "Damn, is he really that caught up?" I ask, if you talking about 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 a stripper named "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) Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe (Diamonds are forever, forever, forever) 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 player that got robbed but kept all his jewelry Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense in him 30 minutes later seeing there's no convincing 'em What more can 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 speaks 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 plastic still say Kane Got family in the D, kinfolk from Motown Back in the Chi, them folks ain't from Motown Life moving too fast, you need to slow down Girl ain't give me no ass, you need to go down Father Ben 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 and 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 shit, it sound like the best of A&R's looking like, "Pshh, 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 asking me if 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-right here stands a man With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands Diamonds are forever, forever, forever Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe Diamonds are forever, forever, forever 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?