Kanye West Vs. Jay-Z: A ‘H.A.M.’ Verse Showdown

By D.L. Chandler

Now that Kanye West and Jay-Z have revealed “H.AM.,” the first track from their upcoming Watch The Throne LP, it’s only right to dissect the MC’s respective verses. How do Hov’s Brooklyn-based lyrics stack up against Kanye’s Chicago tales? First up is Yeezy’s verse:

“It was all good just a week ago, n—as feel they selves, and then Watch The Throne drop, n—as kill themselves/ What n—as gon’ do Hov? This a new crack on a new stove, I’m in the two-door, true that, n—as tellin’ me you back/ Like a n—a ever left up out this bitch, huh? And if life a bitch suck my d— huh?/ And I bet she f—ed the whole click, huh/ By the way n—a, you should f—in’ quit, n—a, just forget it, you talk it, I live it, like Eli,  I did it, jokes on you mothaf—er and I get it/ No paper hoe, but you can have some more of me, or-gy, or are we speakin’ metaphorically/ Historically, I’m kickin’ bitches out like Pam, n—a, goin’ H.A.M. n—a, me and Jigga/ And a n—a still young, wanna have no kids, but I’ve been practicing with some actresses as bad as shit, and a few white girls, asses flat as s—/ But the head so good, damn a n—a glad he hit/ Got em jumpin’ out the building, watch out below, a million out the door.”

After the “H.A.M.” chorus, Jigga goes in:

“F— y’all mad at me for? You don’t even know what I’ve been through/ I play chicken with a Mack truck,
y’all mothaf—ers woulda been moved/ I swam waters with great whites, y’all mothaf—ers woulda been chewed/ I hustle with vultures late nights, y’all muthaf—ers woulda been food/ F— wrong with these dudes, try to walk around in these shoes/ See the s— I saw growing up and maybe you can take a peek at these boos/ N—as fantasize about the s— that I do daily like, these rappers rap about all the s— that I do really, I’m like really half a billi n—a/ Really you got baby money, keep it real with n—as, n—as ain’t got my lady money/ Watch the Throne don’t step on our road, bad enough we let you step on our globe/ When my nephew died, daddy dead, n—as took the price on my uncles head/ Nobody called the cops as my uncle bled, so I feel like I would like to know my uncles’ bread/ Bow down, brother pay homage, don’t spill hate all on my garments/ Comme des Garçons, f— your fresh, head shots n—a f— your vests/ F— the pig, no pork on my fork, peace God cause you know a n—a just went H.A.M.”

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