The Joy
Jay West Lyrics

Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and
Infuse some sweetness and beauty into your life

A great big expression of happiness
A powerful and genuine display of joy

Boy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses
You can't go wrong with a gesture of love and admiration

Such would astound you
It would leave you amazed and in awe

The joy of children laughing around you
The pure happiness that comes from the laughter of children

These are the makings of you
These experiences and moments contribute to shaping who you are

I do it for the fore-fathers and the street authors
I create music for those who came before me and the voices from the streets

That are not A&R's in the cheap office
Who are not music industry executives in low-quality working environments

Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers
Rappers who never got a record deal but are still offered opportunities

Girls that's way too fine for us to keep off us
Attractive women who are irresistible to us

Gave her a handshake only for my man's sake
I greeted her politely out of respect for my friend

She in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake
She is naked because of the celebratory atmosphere

Now there's crumbs all over the damn place
Now there are small leftovers scattered everywhere

And she want me to cum all over her damn face
And she desires a sexual act involving ejaculating on her face

I never understood planned parenthood
I never comprehended the purpose of family planning organizations

'Cause I never met nobody planned to be a parent in the hood
Because I have never encountered anyone who intentionally wanted to become a parent in a disadvantaged neighborhood

Taking refills of that plan B pill
Using the emergency contraceptive pill repeatedly

Another shorty that won't make it to the family will
Another child that won't be a part of a planned family

If I don't make it, can't take it, hope the family will
If I don't succeed, I hope my loved ones will cope

They ain't crazy they don't know how insanity feel
They are not crazy because they haven't experienced the depths of mental instability

Don C just had a shorty so it's not that bad
Don C recently had a child, so the situation isn't entirely negative

But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had
But I still hear the imaginary voices of the children I never had

No Electro, no metro, a little retro, ahh perfecto
No electronic music, no underground music, just a classic and nostalgic sound, perfectly fitting

You know the demo, ya boy act wild
You know what I'm capable of, I can be reckless and unpredictable

You ain't get the memo? Yeezy's back in style
Did you not receive the message? Kanye West's fashion is once again on-trend

Now one room got Gidget, the other got Bridget
Now one room has a girl named Gidget, and the other room has a girl named Bridget

What's more tripped out dawg is they sisters
What's even more surprising is that they are sisters

Nah, you ain't listen, they black, they sisters
No, you didn't understand, they are both African American and sisters

They momma, named them after white bitches
Their mother named them after white women

So next time you see me on your fallopian
So next time you encounter my music

Though the jewelry's Egyptian, know the hunger's Ethiopian
Even though my jewelry has an Egyptian aesthetic, understand that my hunger is like that of an Ethiopian

Stupid questions like, "Is he gon' be dope again?
Idiotic inquiries such as, 'Will he be musically appealing once more?'

Have you seen him? Has anybody spoke to him?"
Have you seen him? Has anyone had a conversation with him?

This beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch and a bag of weed, the Holy Trinity
This beat deserves to be enjoyed with Hennessy, an attractive woman, and marijuana, forming a perfect combination

In the mirror where I see my only enemy
In the mirror is where I encounter my only adversary, myself

Your life's cursed, well mine's an obscenity
Your life is plagued by misfortune, whereas mine is considered immoral or offensive

This is my momma shit
This is the kind of music my mother used to listen to

I used to hear this through the walls in the hood
I would listen to this music from the neighboring apartments in the disadvantaged neighborhood

When I was back in my pajama shit
When I was younger and still in my comfortable clothing at home

Afro's and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja had
Afros and marijuana joints, cannabis plants and the marijuana itself were prevalent

It popping like the sample that I'm rhyming with
The neighborhood was vibrant and lively, just like the sampled music I'm rapping over

Pete Rock, let the needle drop
Pete Rock, play the music and let the vinyl record spin

I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don't needle pop
I witnessed a lot of drug use during my childhood, so it's surprising that I didn't fall into that lifestyle

Taking sips of pop's six-pack of Miller nips
Drinking sips from my father's six-pack of Miller nips (small beer bottles)

Pink Champale, Ballantine Ale
Drinking Pink Champale and Ballantine Ale, two brands of alcoholic beverages

Ballys on my feet help me balance out well
Wearing Bally shoes helps me maintain stability and composure

That and the shit I used to balance on the scale
That, along with the drugs I used to sell and weigh

I got it honest from the parties from my momma's
I learned it honestly from the parties thrown by my mother

Virgin Mary's try to judge her, I'm like, "Where the Madonna's now?"
Religious figures try to criticize my mother, but I question where those who claim to be holy are now

Give all glory to Gloria, they said, "You raised that boy too fast"
Give all praise to Gloria, they said, 'You raised that boy too quickly'

But you were raising a warrior
But in reality, you were raising a strong and resilient individual

We victorious, they'll never take the joy from us, uh
We are triumphant, they will never steal our happiness from us

Keep you hands up, get 'em high now
Keep your hands raised and elevate the energy

Don't let them take your fire
Don't allow others to extinguish your passion and drive

It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
It's the collaboration of Pete Rock and Kanye West, creating a cohesive and impressive result

This is my momma shit
This is the kind of music my mother used to listen to

I used to hear this through the walls in the hood
I would listen to this music from the neighboring apartments in the disadvantaged neighborhood

When I was back in my pajama shit
When I was younger and still in my comfortable clothing at home

Afro's and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja had
Afros and marijuana joints, cannabis plants and the marijuana itself were prevalent

It popping like the sample that I'm rhyming with
The neighborhood was vibrant and lively, just like the sampled music I'm rapping over

Pete Rock, let the needle drop
Pete Rock, play the music and let the vinyl record spin

I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don't needle pop
I witnessed a lot of drug use during my childhood, so it's surprising that I didn't fall into that lifestyle

Taking sips of pop's six-pack of Miller nips
Drinking sips from my father's six-pack of Miller nips (small beer bottles)

Pink Champale, Ballantine Ale
Drinking Pink Champale and Ballantine Ale, two brands of alcoholic beverages

Ballys on my feet help me balance out well
Wearing Bally shoes helps me maintain stability and composure

That and the shit I used to balance on the scale
That, along with the drugs I used to sell and weigh

I got it honest from the parties from my momma's
I learned it honestly from the parties thrown by my mother

Virgin Mary's try to judge her, I'm like, "Where the Madonna's now?"
Religious figures try to criticize my mother, but I question where those who claim to be holy are now

Give all glory to Gloria, they said, "You raised that boy too fast"
Give all praise to Gloria, they said, 'You raised that boy too quickly'

But you were raising a warrior
But in reality, you were raising a strong and resilient individual

We victorious, they'll never take the joy from us, uh
We are triumphant, they will never steal our happiness from us

Keep you hands up, get 'em high now
Keep your hands raised and elevate the energy

Don't let them take your fire
Don't allow others to extinguish your passion and drive

It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
It's the collaboration of Pete Rock and Kanye West, creating a cohesive and impressive result