Mind you: the Watch the Throne album was released under Jay-Z & Kanye West, NOT The Throne, according to the official site and also the official download given to preorderers, Amazon, iTunes, etc.
The Joy
Jay-Z & Kanye West Lyrics
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A great big expression of happiness
Boy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
I do it for the fore-fathers and the street authors
Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers
Girls that's way too fine for us to keep off us
Gave her a handshake only for my man's sake
She in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake
Now there's crumbs all over the damn place
And she want me to cum all over her damn face
I never understood planned parenthood
'Cause I never met nobody planned to be a parent in the hood
Taking refills of that plan B pill
Another shorty that won't make it to the family will
If I don't make it, can't take it, hope the family will
They ain't crazy they don't know how insanity feel
Don C just had a shorty so it's not that bad
But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had
Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and
A great big expression of happiness
Boy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
No Electro, no metro, a little retro, ahh perfecto
You know the demo, ya boy act wild
You ain't get the memo? Yeezy's back in style
Now one room got Gidget, the other got Bridget
What's more tripped out dawg is they sisters
Nah, you ain't listen, they black, they sisters
They momma, named them after white bitches
So next time you see me on your fallopian
Though the jewelry's Egyptian, know the hunger's Ethiopian
Stupid questions like, "Is he gon' be dope again?
Have you seen him? Has anybody spoke to him?"
This beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch and a bag of weed, the Holy Trinity
In the mirror where I see my only enemy
Your life's cursed, well mine's an obscenity
Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and
A great big expression of happiness
Boy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
This is my momma shit
I used to hear this through the walls in the hood
When I was back in my pajama shit
Afro's and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja had
It popping like the sample that I'm rhyming with
Pete Rock, let the needle drop
I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don't needle pop
Taking sips of pop's six-pack of Miller nips
Pink Champale, Ballantine Ale
Ballys on my feet help me balance out well
That and the shit I used to balance on the scale
I got it honest from the parties from my momma's
Virgin Mary's try to judge her, I'm like, "Where the Madonna's now?"
Give all glory to Gloria, they said, "You raised that boy too fast"
But you was raising a warrior
We victorious, they'll never take the joy from us, uh
Keep you hands up, get 'em high now
Don't let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get 'em high now
Don't let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get 'em high now
Don't let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get 'em high now
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
The song "The Joy" by Jay-Z and Kanye West is a tribute to the old-school hip-hop era. The first verse describes a list of things that bring joy and happiness, such as children laughing and roses, using them to build a picture of a happy childhood. The following verse is a homage to the history of rap and hip-hop, citing the leaders of the old school who made a substantial contribution and those who didn’t get the recognition they deserved. The third verse is about the artists' personal experiences and their mission to gain recognition in the industry.
Jay-Z’s opening lines indicate that the song is about paying homage to the pioneers of the genre, reminiscing on the good old days. The lyrics illustrate how the early rap songs were more about spreading joy and love in the community than about making it big in the mainstream. Kanye's verse, on the other hand, reflects his desire to reclaim his position as the king of the rap game, with references to his old music, his image, and even his personal life, which he uses to prove his lyrical ability.
Overall, "The Joy" is a tribute to the past and the pioneers, and an attempt to move forward and create a new legacy in the genre. The lyrics remind audiences to appreciate the joy of the moment, even amidst the struggles of trying to make it in the industry.
Line by Line Meaning
Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and
Sprinkle a little sweetness and happiness
A great big expression of happiness
Show your happiness with grand gestures
Boy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses
Sending roses is always a hit
Such would astound you
They'll be shocked by your kind gesture
The joy of children laughing around you
The sound of kids' laughter is pure joy
These are the makings of you
These simple things make you who you are
I do it for the fore-fathers and the street authors
I make music for those who came before me
That are not A&R's in the cheap office
Real artists don't work in cheap office jobs
Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers
Talented rappers still get offers even if they're not signed
Girls that's way too fine for us to keep off us
We can't resist beautiful women
Gave her a handshake only for my man's sake
I greeted her as a friend of my friend
She in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake
She's naked because of what we did for her birthday
Now there's crumbs all over the damn place
We made a mess with the cake
And she want me to cum all over her damn face
She wants sexual favors
I never understood planned parenthood
I don't understand the concept of family planning
'Cause I never met nobody planned to be a parent in the hood
People in my community don't plan to have children
Taking refills of that plan B pill
Women in my community use emergency contraception often
Another shorty that won't make it to the family will
Another child won't have a stable family environment
If I don't make it, can't take it, hope the family will
If I die, I hope my family will be okay
They ain't crazy they don't know how insanity feel
My family is mentally stable
Don C just had a shorty so it's not that bad
Don C's recent child gives me hope
But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had
I still think about the children I never had
No Electro, no metro, a little retro, ahh perfecto
I like old-school music, not electronic or modern
You know the demo, ya boy act wild
You know my style, I act crazy
You ain't get the memo? Yeezy's back in style
Didn't you get the news? My style is back in fashion
Now one room got Gidget, the other got Bridget
I have two women in separate rooms
What's more tripped out dawg is they sisters
The crazy thing is, they're sisters
Nah, you ain't listen, they black, they sisters
You didn't hear me, they're black and they're sisters
They momma, named them after white bitches
Their mother named them after white women
So next time you see me on your fallopian
Next time you see me, I'll be everywhere
Though the jewelry's Egyptian, know the hunger's Ethiopian
I might have flashy jewelry, but I still come from poverty
Stupid questions like, "Is he gon' be dope again?
I don't like it when people ask if I'll be successful again
Have you seen him? Has anybody spoke to him?"
People are curious about me but don't reach out
This beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch and a bag of weed, the Holy Trinity
This beat is so good, it deserves the three best things in life
In the mirror where I see my only enemy
I am my own worst enemy
Your life's cursed, well mine's an obscenity
My life is vulgar, while yours is unlucky
This is my momma shit
This is the music my mother used to listen to
I used to hear this through the walls in the hood
I heard this music from the neighboring apartments
When I was back in my pajama shit
When I was still living with my family
Afro's and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja had
We used to smoke weed and listen to music with afros
It popping like the sample that I'm rhyming with
The music was heavy and exciting
Pete Rock, let the needle drop
Let the music play, Pete Rock
I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don't needle pop
I saw a lot of drug use but never tried it myself
Taking sips of pop's six-pack of Miller nips
I used to drink my father's beer
Pink Champale, Ballantine Ale
I enjoyed drinking these beers
Ballys on my feet help me balance out well
My expensive shoes make me feel balanced
That and the shit I used to balance on the scale
I used to sell drugs and balance the weight
I got it honest from the parties from my momma's
I learned my music taste from my mother's parties
Virgin Mary's try to judge her, I'm like, "Where the Madonna's now?"
Religious people judge my mother, but where are their own role models?
Give all glory to Gloria, they said, "You raised that boy too fast"
My mother deserves all the credit, even though people criticize her parenting
But you was raising a warrior
She was raising a strong fighter
We victorious, they'll never take the joy from us, uh
We are winning, and they can't take our happiness away
Keep you hands up, get 'em high now
Raise your hands and celebrate
Don't let them take your fire
Don't let anyone extinguish your passion
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
This is a collaboration between Pete Rock and Kanye
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Talib Kweli, Kanye West, Curtis Mayfield, Jeffrey Bhasker, Peter O. Phillips, Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi, Shawn Carter, Jeff Bhasker
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@lphotwunteel5250
Damn I miss this album. Still waiting for watch the throne 2.
This beat deserves Hennessey, a bad bitch
And a bag of weed; the Holy Trinity
In the mirror where I see my only enemy
Your life’s cursed, well mine’s an obscenity
@jackxavier3915
THE VIBE ON THIS IS SUPREME.
@amrey3628
This is such a timeless vibe. My favorite off of the album.
@Thesmashconnoisseur
There’s a song called Otis you should check out
@LessGo7921
@@Thesmashconnoisseurfr. By far the best song on the album imo
@amrey3628
@@Thesmashconnoisseurtrust that otis is a timeless song off this album. I love it too. This Curtis Mayfield sample just takes me back to listening to my mom's records as a kid like Jay said in his verse...can't really describe it but yeah both of them are still heavy on my playlists.
@carltonf1389
I never understood planned Parenthood cause I never met nobody planned to be a parent in tha hood
@allarnnamanager2728
❤️
@exxxorcist7698
Lame......
@kingbeast6792
@@exxxorcist7698 bruh that bar was straight fire 🔥
@situmbamfunda176
The moment get some with no rubber. It's planned. You started the date .that's planned