Kanye West Isn’t Dropping Music Anytime Soon

Whenever Kanye West hops on Twitter to add new notes into his public diary, he makes an announcement, or two, that shocks the world long enough to keep it talking until he releases new music that is usually right around the corner. But, if Monday’s tweetstorm was any indicator, his latest verbal blood-letting isn’t for a new album — it’s to let you know that one’s not coming. And it might not be, anytime soon, as long as he’s still signed to Sony and Universal.

West didn’t sugarcoat the fact that he’s withholding his music. He tweeted, in a now-deleted tweet, “I’m not putting no more music out till I’m done with my contract with Sony and Universal… On God… in Jesus name… come and get me.”

He’s had his fair share of contract-related grievances in the past, with him reaching an undisclosed settlement with EMI Publishing in 2019 due to the ownership of songs that he created after October of 2010. While he didn’t mention this situation in his tweets, he did hint at believing that record labels are screwing artists over.

“I need to see everybody’s contracts at Universal and Sony,” he wrote. “I’m not gonna watch my people be enslaved.” He continued on with a shot at not only record labels, but professional basketball players, as well. “The music industry and the NBA are modern day slave ships,” he added, before saying, “I’m the new Moses.”

I need to see everybody’s contracts at Universal and Sony

I’m not gonna watch my people be enslaved

I’m putting my life on the line for my people

The music industry and the NBA are modern day slave ships

I’m the new Moses
— ye (@kanyewest) September 15, 2020

West wasn’t done there. He went on to ask for J. Cole, Drake and Jay-Z to mend any problems that they have with him. “I need a publicly apology from J Cole and Drake to start with Immediately… I’m Nat Turner… I’m fighting for us.” He also wrote that he’s “waiting to meet with” Jay-Z but deleted the tweet and the one before, afterward replacing it because he had misspelled “Shawn” (as in “Shawn Carter,” Jay-Z’s government name) as “Sean.”

Waving the white flag, West wrapped up his thoughts on his peers on a positive note. “I have the utmost respect for all my brothers… we need to link and respect each other… no more dissing each other on labels we don’t own,” he wrote. “I’m not industry bro… I don’t care… I’m in service to Christ… we need world healing… I miss my brothers… I refuse to argue with black men on labels we don’t own… even twitter.”

I have the utmost respect for all brothers … we need to link and respect each other… no more dissing each other on labels we don’t own
— ye (@kanyewest) September 15, 2020
I’m not industry bro … I don’t care… I’m in service to Christ … we need world healing … I miss my brothers… I refuse to argue with black men on labels we don’t own… even twitter
— ye (@kanyewest) September 15, 2020

Check out Kanye’s tweets up above.

Photo via BFA







Jay-Z – Bam (feat. Damian Marley)

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Now greetings to the world
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Shawn was on that gospel shit
I was on the total fuckin’ opposite
Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
So when you get to hell you tell ’em Blanco sent ya
I can’t take no threats, I got a set of twins
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
I’ve never seen a worker rock so many jewels
I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your life, my nigga
Once upon a time in the projects
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
I was in fight mode and now it’s "fuck me, mijo"
I was movin’ them kilos, help you move your peoples
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Who they effin’ with, and we got FN’s too
Before we had A&R’s, we had AR’s too
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid
Ty Ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5’6"
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin’
I pulled out the pot when we was outta options

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
Put that drum in your ear, don’t get Srem’d
I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
Birth of a Nation, Nat Turner style
Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
I be skippin’ leg day, I still run the world
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
Laced front to the back, don’t front
Y’all gonna make me wig, I’ma give y’all what you want

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Dreadlocks nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
And them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Outro: Damian Marley]
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam yeah, Lord
And mi seh what a bam bam (Do it, Jay!)
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam
What a bam bam
I don’t give a God damn
I don’t give a God damn
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
Yow, crowd of people–go and mind yuh business
This a hunting season
Mek I tell you hunting season
Well, I tell ya something season
Yow this a hunting season
Cake and dumpling season
Spinners and dumpling season
Don’t play by the king
Love is all I and I bring you know
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Top ranking, keep it skanking
Ooh wee, huh
Hear me now

Chief Keef – Glory Bridge Lyrics

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
All fly shit I used to go to school like this
Off white kicks my shoelaces say shoelaces
Orange tiger on my shirt I’m in some gucci shit
She keep lying on my dick she on some hoochie shit
We pull up in 20 Raris on some movie shit, yeah
I will never say I’m sorry to a goofy bitch, yeah
Slide up on her drop her off on my goony hit, yeah
You a dirty little thot, you little stupid bitch

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Bitches in my phone taking space up, yeah
No I can’t be lacking got my face up, yeah
Drip more purple than a laker, yeah (esketit)
Eyes more red than a laser, yeah
Faces on me bigger than fantasias, yeah
Checks be on a bitch her name be Anastasia, yeah
You can get her back, I’m not a saviour, yeah
Rolling on your ex, Charles Xavier, yeah
I ain’t got no service call me later, yeah
Ridin right past all me haters, yeah
I done spent rope on me laces, yeah
Feds got us on they papers trynna trace us, yeah
[?]
Ball with my brodies been with them since AND1
Bitch you only you and yo friends can’t come
Motor make a hood hop, ayy J1
She know I got more sauce than A1
Supposed to be at the gathering at 1
Shawn Carter bag, I’m trynna catch one
She think I’m cute, top me quick, it was a fast one

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
She wanted me to clean her mess but I got on Hermes, yeah
She tried to catch me on her snap before I got undressed, yeah
If I don’t pull up in no black, I’ll pull up in all red, yeah
30,000 on a rollie, my lil’ bitch a brat, yeah
I’m in my bag now I’m OD, yeah
I ain’t ever had no OG, yeah
I give money and they lowkey, yeah
Hit her once and then I proceed
And I can’t picture bein broke these days
She gave me head I told her don’t breath, ayy
If you love her nigga don’t tease, ayy
She was covered up in codeine, ayy
You a aunty you a dope fiend, ayy
Don’t get too close if you don’t know me ayy
I chill with shottas chill with proteges ayy
Red bottoms like a nosebleed, ayy

Makaveli & Big L – Deadly Combination (feat. 2Pac)

[Intro: Ron G – echoing at each break]
Yes, indeed, it’s the mix king, Ron G
I got somethin’ the world ain’t ready for
New York City, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta
D.C., Detroit, New Orleans
Y’all know the deal, Flava!!!

[Interlude: 2Pac]
Hahahahahaha! Yeah, nigga!
Yeah, that’s right! Bay-bayy!
That’s how we do it!

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Follow me, tell me if you feel me
I think niggas is tryin’ to kill me
Picturin’ pistols, spittin’ hollow points ’til they drill me
Keepin’ it real, and even if I do conceal
My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin’ steel
See, niggas is false, sittin’ in court, turned snitches
That used to be real, but now they petrified bitches
I’m tryin’ to be strong, they sendin’ armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
I’m trapped in the storm and fuck the world ’til I’m gone
Bitches be warned: word is bond, you’ll get torn
I’m bustin’ on Giuliani, he rubbin’ my niggas wrong
And then it’s on, before I leave, picture me
I’m spittin’ at punk bitches and hustlin’ to be free
Watch me set it, niggas don’t want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it
This thug life nigga, we don’t cater to you hoes
Fuck with me and have
A hundred motherfuckers at yo’ do’ with fo’-fo’s!
Hahahahaha, yeah, nigga! Thug Life!

[Verse 2: Big L]
I be that young, pretty, fly, smooth, glorious kid
A Bad Boy, just like The Notorious B.I.G
I’ll rock a fella, like Shawn Carter
With more game than Ron Harper
The bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber
While y’all be on the corners bummy and high
I be out buyin’ the finest shit money can buy
You wish you was in a position that I’m in
Hot rhymin’, diamonds shinin’, autograph signin’
My lifestyle is far out
Every week bring a different car out
I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out, huh
‘Cause I keep cream, I’m large on the street scene
Every time I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream

[Outro: Big L + 2Pac]
Yeah, yeah, Big L, Harlem’s finest, yeah
That nigga who hold it down for Uptown
Hahahaha! That’s how we do it out here
On this underground real shit, nigga, it’s the heat, nigga
Now, rewind this motherfucker
You know you can’t help it
Deadly combination, bwoy!

Bam – Jay-Z feat. Damian Marley lyrics

Lyrics Jay-Z – Bam

Now greetings to the world
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
f*ck all this pretty Shawn Carter s**t nigga, HOV.(bam)

Shawn was on that gospel s**t
I was on the total f*ckin’ opposite
S**t, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
So when you get to hell you tell ’em Blanco sent ya
I can’t take no threats, I got a set of twins
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
I’ve never seen a worker rock so many jewels
I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your life, my nigga
Once upon a time in the projects
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
I was in fight mode and now it’s “f*ck me, mijo”
I was movin’ them kilos, help you move your peoples
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Who they effin’ with, and we got FN’s too
Before we had A&R’s, we had AR’s too
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid
Ty Ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5’6″
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this s**t poppin’
I pulled out the pot when we was outta options.

Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
f*ck all this pretty Shawn Carter s**t nigga, HOV.

Put that drum in your ear, don’t get Srem’d
I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
Birth of a Nation, Nat Turner style
Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
I be skippin’ leg day, I still run the world
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
Laced front to the back, don’t front
Y’all gonna make me wig, I’ma give y’all what you want.

Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Dreadlocks nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
And them su, su, su, su, su
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Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
f*ck all this pretty Shawn Carter s**t nigga, HOV.

Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam yeah, Lord
And mi seh what a bam bam (Do it, Jay!)
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam
What a bam bam
I don’t give a God damn
I don’t give a God damn
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
Yow, crowd of people–go and mind yuh business
This a hunting season
Mek I tell you hunting season
Well, I tell ya something season
Yow this a hunting season
Cake and dumpling season
Spinners and dumpling season
Don’t play by the king
Love is all I and I bring you know
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Top ranking, keep it skanking
Ooh wee, huuuh
Hear me nowww.
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JAY-Z – Bam lyrics

Now greetings to the world
Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
Rude boy no live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

Shawn was on that gospel shit
I was on the total fucking opposite
Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
So when you get to Hell you tell ’em blanco sent you
I can’t take no threats I got a set of twins
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
I’ve never seen the work la roc so many jewels
I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your live my nigga
Once upon a time in the projects
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
I was in flight mode and that was killing me
I was movin’ them kilos help you move your peoples
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Who they effin’ with, and we got Effen too
Before we had A&R’s we had AR’s too
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid.
Ty ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5′ 6″
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin’
I pulled out the pop when we was outta options

Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
Rude boy no live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

Put that drum in your ear don’t get Srem’d
I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody ya heard of
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
Birth of a nation Nat Turner style
Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
I be skippin’ leg day I still run the world
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
Laced front to the back don’t front
Y’all gonna make me wig I’ma give y’all what you want

Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
Rude boy no live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I’ll come tonight suck the whole nation
What a bam bam yeah, loud
I miss a what a bam bam (do it Jay!)
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I’ll come tonight suck the whole nation
What a bam bam
What a bam bam
I don’t give a God damn
I don’t give a God damn
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
[?] people go on mind yuh business
This a hunting season
Mek I tell you hunting season
Well I tell ya something season
Yow this a hunting season
Cake and dumpling season
Spinners and dumpling season
[?]
Love is all I and I bring you know
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Top ranking, keep it skanking
Ooh wee, huh
Hear me now

Jay-Z – Bam (feat. Damian Marley) (4:44 Album)

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay Z]
Now greetings to the world
Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
Rude boy no live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Verse 1: Jay Z]
Shawn was on that gospel shit
I was on the total fuckin’ opposite
Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
So when you get to Hell you tell ’em blanco sent you
I can’t take no threats, I got a set of twins
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
I’ve never seen a worker rock so many jewels
I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your live, my nigga
Once upon a time in the projects
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
I was in fight mode and now it’s "fuck me, mijo"
I was movin’ them kilos, help you move your peoples
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Who they effin’ with, and we got FN’s too
Before we had A&R’s, we had AR’s too
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid
Ty Ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5’6"
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin’
I pulled out the pot when we was outta options

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay Z]
Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
Rude boy no live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
Put that drum in your ear, don’t get Srem’d
I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
Birth of a Nation, Nat Turner style
Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
I be skippin’ leg day, I still run the world
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
Laced front to the back, don’t front
Y’all gonna make me wig, I’ma give y’all what you want

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay Z]
Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
Dreadlocks no live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Outro: Damian Marley]
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I’ll come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam yeah, loud
I miss a what a bam bam (Do it, Jay!)
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I’ll come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam
What a bam bam
I don’t give a God damn
I don’t give a God damn
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
Yow, crowd of people–go and mind yuh business
This a hunting season
Mek I tell you hunting season
Well, I tell ya something season
Yow this a hunting season
Cake and dumpling season
Spinners and dumpling season
Don’t play by the king
Love is all I and I bring you know
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Top ranking, keep it skanking
Ooh wee, huh
Hear me now

Jay-Z – Hova Song (Outro)

[Jay-Z]
Who ever thought young Shawn Carter would change the game?
Used to rap to the raindrops off my window pane
Duckin the plain cops, pushin indo and ‘caine
At the kitchen table late night, no pen, just my brain
First album niggas love me cause they thought I was poor
Guess I’m successful; industry don’t love me no more
Well I’m the same nigga from your corner, bubblin raw
Skully tilted, pants saggin, damn near touchin the floor
And I come with doo-rags to your so-called awards
T-shirt with my chain out like fuck y’all all
Retrospect ain’t been the same since I lost my dad
He’s still alive, but still fuck you, don’t cross my path
A&R’s had me feelin like Moss in the draft
So I turned the league out with "Reasonable Doubt"
Get your CD’s out, let’s go, song for song
I’m the illest nigga doin it til y’all prove me wrong
Do you believe?
It’s Hova the God, uhh, uhh, uhh..

Wale – Brightseat Road Freestyle (Priorities 5 Album) letras

[Intro]
Yeah, turn me up some more
Uh, yeah, yeah
Wale, though
All day, though, uh, uh, yeah

[Verse 1]
My mind thinks at a light speed
Give a fuck if you motherfuckers don’t like me
I was a young fly nigga in my Supreme
When all them OGs was wearin’ them white jeans
A sidekick and a dime piece
That’s the recipe for everything I would need
And would you ever think that bust’ from north east
My luck would go up and the greatest rapper will sign me
Shawn Carter, the product 5 of a lot of artists
Seen a Future in a nigga like Desiigner product
Tryna modify the fuckin’ top 5, home
Get a lil chicken while the fuckin’ sky fallin’
Sky fallin’, sky fallin’
I’m left out of top 5s, it’s cool I write for ’em
Check the credits, the government got a lotta letters
And if they never said it, bet they pay twice for it
GOAT with the POEM
Been lowkey so they sleep on me, damn
All I see, a bunch of D riders
We gots to call out people who don’t be dope for shit
Never seen dope or nothin’
They think they special, but I think they bluffin’
My plane is comin’, my J 11’s
What Mic could say that Wale so redundant
You know a concords?
Aw forget it, they ain’t on board
I’m still goin’, concord on board
Michael Jordan, aw screw it
The mob moves at a lightspeed
I like brown skin bitches and Nikes
Hate clown ass niggas
Long flights and the police, used to pull me over on Brightseat
Road Road Road Road
Phantom, Phantom, Phantom, Ghost