Remember that track we released yesterday where Kanye West remixed Rihanna’s “Diamonds” for the official remix to the hit single, today we have something better. Thanks to the family over at KTT here is the same track (dirty version) that is edited so Kanye is on the first and second verse and so that Rihanna is only on the hook. Enjoy fam.
Download : Kanye West – Diamonds (feat. Rihanna) (Edited Version)
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I can’t help but think that this isn’t the way Kanye wanted us to experience this song. This has been edited by someone other than Ye himself, and that don’t sit right with me. This song leaves us hanging for at least one more verse from Mr. West. The world needs more Kanye.
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I need a Kanye Christmas album, Where he and Beyoncé rap over Christmas jingles.
Now!
Kanye West]
We the cause of all commotion
Your mouth running, but where is you going?
What is you smoking, man? That ain’t potent
What is you talking, man? That ain’t important
Illuminati, High society
We in this party and nobody invited me
We going crazy and I always use my best sense
But it don’t matter cause I stay on my fresh prince
Maxin’, relaxin, shootin’ some pool and
Playing some b-ball outside of the school and
Girls with they top off outside of the pool and
Whips with the drop off outside of the Louvre
You just look stupid to be ignoring
The Delorean parked in front of Armani emporium
And parties at Richie is getting risky
Victoria’s Secret show, they miss me
Voices in my head, I need choices in my bed
AHHHHH, get out my fucking head
It’s just me and my bad bitch
So you can say I’m on my Brad Pitt
Back to the la familia I’m aligned with
Before I betray them I slit my wrists
At the top is just us niggas
Cause I don’t really trust niggas
And we made it through the hurricane
So celebrate and light the Mary Jane
We gon’ make it, that’s on everything
Truest girls get half naked, every spring
They saying, “Hey Kanye
We need you to go deeper than Tay Zonday,”
Cause my verses got pain, Chocolate Rain
So many lines, you photograph and it make arms break
On the radio, man I miss myself
I need to just step back and kiss myself
Baby, just step up and kiss the belt
A little lower.. that’s what’s up
Somebody pour her another cup
Is it too much to ask you keep your diamonds up?
I swear until my time is up
My style is sex in the shower, fresh as fuck