(feat. Common, Q-Rip, Rhymefest, Talib Kweli)



[Kanye West]

("Make It Up") We can make it better

("Make It Up") We can make it better

("Make It Up") We can make it better

("Make It Up") We can make it



Somebody told me that Delta's brownskinned, AKAs' lightskinned

And they supposed to be bougious, so they got white friends

First day of school, I'mma take you sight seein'

Show you what we do on weekends for a sight, man

She said, "I know what you about to say, like your hypeman"

She let a nigga hit it, and now she only date white men

And if a nigga even wave at her, it's frightnin'; but



[Chorus: Kanye West]

("Make It Up") We can make it better

(Better we can)

("Make It Up") We can make it better

(Better we can make it on up, we can)

("Make It Up") We can make it better

(Better we can)

("Make It Up") We can make it



[Talib Kweli]

The night fallin' over Brooklyn, where they murder for change

The converter remains faithful to the drugdealer priestess

He in search of the word of fame, you heard of the name

Kweli the truth, like I'm comin' out the mouth of [?]

One for it, one for out the grave

Niggaz want they reperations, How you calculate the amount to be paid

You try to imagine America without the slaves (the slaves)



[Chorus]



[Q-Tip]

Her tenament yo, is rat infested

Her heart is like a gold [?] cause she wouldn't protest it

Cause, her bestfriend's man got popped

He was sixteen years old, the cop thought his phone was a glock

In the hood is a everday happenin'

A friend of the priest say she chose out the captain

She yelled out "Why you do this to black men?"



[Chorus]



[Common]

I think of eighty seven ways, to make better days

Whether climb or rhyme, I heard of rebel pays

On the scene, tryin' to get green like everglades

Music, rhymin' good like escalates

In the ghetto infested by shade and drama

And niggaz wit' thangs ain't afraid of karma

I'm thinkin' big like Little Wayne in the [?]



[Chorus]



[Rhymefest]

C'mon; Tell people the truth, but never give 'em ya true thoughts

Terrorism on blacks, they poison our Newports

Partiot Act in effect, make it hard to breathe now

Johnny Cochran dead, who gonna get us free now?

Clinton ain't in office, who gon' give us shit free now?

Who gon' make it better for the thugs and Ps now?

Who gon' make it good for old folks that's senile?

Oh, it's good music, yeah dog I see now



[Chorus]