[Music] Kanye West – Devil In A New Dress

American singer-songwriter and performer, Kanye West, introduces a captivating and soulful track titled "Devil In A New Dress". This mesmerizing song is an absolute must-have for your Playlist, as it showcases Kanye's incredible talent and musical genius.

"Devil In A New Dress" is a standout record that effortlessly blends elements of hip-hop, R&B, and soul. It is a true testament to Kanye's ability to push boundaries and create unique and innovative music. The song's haunting melodies, poignant lyrics, and infectious beats make it a timeless addition to any music collection.

This remarkable track is featured on Kanye West's critically acclaimed album, "My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy". This project is widely regarded as one of the greatest albums of all time, and "Devil In A New Dress" is undoubtedly one of its standout moments. The album as a whole explores themes of fame, love, and self-reflection, showcasing Kanye's introspective and thought-provoking lyricism.

For the production of "Devil In A New Dress", Kanye West enlisted the talents of the renowned producer Bink. Bink's masterful production skills perfectly complement Kanye's artistic vision, resulting in a flawless and captivating musical experience.

In conclusion, "Devil In A New Dress" is a mesmerizing and unforgettable song that showcases Kanye West's immense talent and creativity. Its inclusion on the iconic album "My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy" solidifies its status as a true masterpiece. So sit back, relax, and let the enchanting sounds of Kanye West's "Devil In A New Dress" transport you to a world of musical brilliance. Enjoy!

Kanye West Devil In A New Dress Lyrics:
Uh, uh
I love it though
I love it though, hah, you know? Uh

Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preaching to the congregation
We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan, ha-ha

I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting
We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation

May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us
In that magic hour I seen good Christians
Make rash decisions, oh, she do it
What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it
She putting on her makeup, she casually allure
Text message break-ups, the casualty of tour
How she gon' wake up and not love me no more?
I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbing off

Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme
Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her like this what you really wanted, huh?
Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime

Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preaching to the congregation
We love Jesus but she done learned a lot from Satan
Satan, Satan, Satan
I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting
We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation

When the sun go down it's the magic hour, the magic hour
And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skies
You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes
Why you standing there wit' your face screwed up?
Don't leave while you're hot that's how Mase screwed up
Throwing shit around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase, so he could pray for us

I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat
I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat
You see I always loved that sense of humor
But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme
That's "Dior Homme", not "Dior, homie"
The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony?
You love me for me? Could you be more phony?

Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening
Cat got your tongue?

Lookin' at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn yo' ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sipping Rosé all alone
Double-headed monster wit' a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is just my character
All black tux, nigga shoes lavender
I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired (what?)

Before his jaw shattered climbing up the Lord's ladder
We still speeding, running signs like they don't matter
Uh, hater talking never made me mad
Never that not when I'm in my favorite papertag
Therefore, G4's at the Clearport
When it come to tools fool I'm a Pep Boy
When it came to dope I was quick to export
Never tired of ballin', so it's on to the next sport

New Mercedes sedan, the Lex sport
So many cars DMV thought it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was getting mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
Whole clique appetite's had tapeworms
Spinning Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns
I shed a tear before the night's over
God bless the man I put this ice over

Getting 2Pac money twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller
I'm making love to the angel of death
Catching feelings never stumble, retracing my steps