Kanye West's "Ye": The Most Revealing, Hilarious, And Emotional Lyrics

The star-studded Wyoming premiere has officially come to a conclusion, and sanitary workers are no doubt still cleaning remnants of the bash. Now, Kanye West's eighth studio album Ye has hit streaming services, featuring appearances from 070 Shake, Kid Cudi, Valee, Ty Dolla $ign, and more. Following the newfound GOOD Music pattern, Ye is a concise endeavor, clocking in at a meager seven songs. Despite the brevity, Kanye's latest manages to explore a wide range of themes, including his recent struggles with mental health, his controversial antics, and even his family life.

While you've no doubt spent time digesting the project already, perhaps it's time to focus on the lyrics. Though Kanye's rapping has admittedly declined, he has consistently remained an entertaining and imaginative lyricist. Ye is no exception. Somehow, he manages to deliver endearingly cringe-worthy punchlines one minute, only to follow it up with emotional and vulnerable reflection on fatherhood. The man has layers. In short, here are some of the best lyrical moments on Ye. 

I done had a bad case of too many bad days
Got too many bad traits, used the floor for ashtrays
I don't do shit halfway, I'ma clear the cache
I'ma make my name last, put that on my last name
It's a different type of rules that we obey
Ye, Ye, Ye season, n***a, we Old Bay
We was all born to die, n***a DOA
N***s say they hero, mhm, I don't see no cape

Yeezy, Yeezy trollin' OD, huh?
Turn TMZ to Smack DVD, huh?
Russell Simmons wanna pray for me too
I'ma pray for him 'cause he got #MeToo'd
Thinkin' what if that happened to me too
Then I'm on E! News

Ayy, hospital band a hundred bands, fuck a watch
Hundred grand'll make your best friends turn to opps
I hear y'all bringin' my name up a notch
Guess I just turned the clout game up a notch
See, y'all really shocked but I'm really not
You know how many girls I took to the titty shop?

If I pull up with a Kerry Washington
That's gon' be an enormous scandal
I could have Naomi Campbell
And still might want me a Stormy Daniels
Sometimes, you gotta bag the boss up
I call that taking Corey Gambles
Find yourself up in the food court
You might have to enjoy your sample
All these thots on Christian Mingle
Almost what got Tristan single
If you don't ball like him or Kobe
Guarantee that bitch gonna leave you

Right now let's do what we want
Let's have a threesome with you and the blunt
I love your titties, 'cause they prove
I can focus on two things at once

Let me hit it raw like fuck the outcome
Ayy, none of us would be here without cum

They say, "Build your own," I said, "How, Sway?"
I said, "Slavery a choice," they say, "How, Ye?"
Just imagine if they caught me on a wild day
Now I'm on fifty blogs gettin' fifty calls
My wife callin', screamin', say, "We 'bout to lose it all!"
Had to calm her down 'cause she couldn't breathe
Told her she could leave me now, but she wouldn't leave

Oh, don't bring that up, that's gon' get me sentimental
You know I'm sensitive, I got a gentle mental
Every time something happen, they want me sent to mental
We had an incident but I cover incidentals
You want me working on my messaging
When I'm thinkin' like George Jetson but sounding like George Jefferson

Oh, I got dirt on my name, I got white on my beard
I had debt on my books, it's been a shaky ass year
Let me make this clear, so all y'all see
I don't take advice from people less successful than me, huh?
Ain't no love lost, but the gloves off
And we up in this bitch until they turn the club off
Had to tell the dogs "Turn the snubs off"
Plus they already mad that the Cubs lost

These two wrongs'll right you
I was too grown in high school
The true soul of Ice Cube
Too close to snipe you
Truth told, I like you
Too bold to type you
Too rich to fight you
Calm down, you light skin!

N****s is savage, n****s is monsters
N****s is pimps, n****s is players
'Til n***s have daughters, now they precautious
Father forgive me, I'm scared of the karma
'Cause now I see women as somethin' to nurture
Not somethin' to conquer
I hope she like Nicki, I'll make her a monster
Not havin' menages
I'm just being silly
I answered the door, like Will Smith and Martin
N***a do we have a problem?
Matter of fact Marlon, this ain't Meet the Fockers
I'll beat his ass, pray I beat the charges

Don't do no yoga, don't do pilates
Just play piano and stick to karate
I pray your body's draped more like mine and not like your mommy's
Just bein' salty, but n****s is nuts
And I am a n****s, I know what they want
I pray that you don't get it all at once
Curves under your dress, I know it's pervs all on the net

That's your baby, you love her to death
Now she cuttin' class and hangin' with friends
You break a glass and say it again
She can't comprehend the danger she's in
If you whip her ass, she move in with him
Then he whip her ass, you go through it again
But how you the devil rebukin' the sin?