Watch the Throne es un álbum de Kanye West, publicado en 2011. El disco incluye 12 canciones, entre ellas «No Church in the Wild», «Lift Off», «Ni**as in Paris» y «Otis».
Sobre el álbum
"Watch the Throne", de 2011, es un evento histórico en la discografía de Kanye West, un álbum colaborativo que une a dos de las figuras más grandes de la historia del hip-hop: Kanye West y su mentor y amigo, Jay-Z. Este trabajo es una celebración del éxito, el lujo y el poder, una obra de rap opulento y grandilocuente.
El sonido del disco es majestuoso y cinematográfico. La producción es rica y está llena de samples de soul, arreglos orquestales y ritmos potentes. El álbum crea una atmósfera de realeza del hip-hop, con los dos artistas intercambiando versos como si fueran dos monarcas en su trono.
El álbum contiene el éxito mundial "Niggas in Paris", un himno hedonista que se convirtió en un fenómeno cultural. También incluye temas de una gran profundidad, como "Otis", que samplea a Otis Redding, o "New Day", una reflexión sobre la futura paternidad. La química entre West y Jay-Z es palpable en todo el disco.
"Watch the Throne" es un momento clave del hip-hop. Es la unión de dos titanes en la cima de su poder, un álbum que no solo es una exhibición de virtuosismo lírico y de producción, sino también un documento cultural sobre el éxito y la identidad negra en Estados Unidos. Es una obra fundamental.
Listado de Canciones
- No Church in the Wild4:32
- Lift Off4:26
- Ni**as in Paris3:39
- Otis2:58
Letra
[Otis Redding] It makes it easier, easier to bear You won’t regret it, no, no No, girl they won’t forget it Love is their home Happiness yeah Sq-sq-sq-squeeze her, don’t tease her Never leave her… [Jay-Z] Sounds so soulful don’t you agree I invented swag Poppin’ bottles, puttin’ supermodels in the cab, proof I guess I got my swagger back, truth New watch alert, Hublot’s Or the big face Rollie I got two of those Arm out the window through the city I maneuver slow Cock back, snap back See my cut through the holes [Kanye West] Damn Yeezy and Hov, Where the hell ya been? Niggas talkin real reckless: stuntmen I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond ‘em Now I’m bout to make them tuck they whole summer in They say I’m crazy, well, I’m ’bout to go dumb again They aint see me cause I pulled up in my other Benz Last week I was in my other other Benz Throw your diamonds up cause we in this bitch another ‘gain [Jay-Z] Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth I’m ’bout to call the paparazzi on myself Uh, live form the Mercer Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya Flee in the G450 I might surface Political refugee, asylum can be purchased Uh, everythings for sale, I got 5 passports I’m never going to jail [Kanye West] I made “Jesus Walks” I’m never going to hell Couture level flow, it’s never going on sale Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive I get it custom, you a customer You ain’t ‘customed to going through Customs, you ain’t been nowhere, huh? And all the ladies in the house, got ‘em showing off I’m done, I hit ya up mana-naaaa! [Jay-Z] Welcome to Havana Smoking cubanos with Castro in cabanas Viva Mexico, Cubano Dominicano, all the plugs that I know Driving Benzes, wit’ no benefits Not bad huh? For some immigrants Build your fences, we diggin’ tunnels Can’t you see? We gettin’ money up under you [Kanye] Can’t you see the private jets flyin’ over you? Maybach bumper sticker read “What would Hova do?” Jay is chillin’, ‘Ye is chillin’ What more can I say? We killin’ ‘em Hold up, before we end this campaign As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames Lord, please let them accept the things they can’t change And pray that all of their pain be champagne - Gotta Have It2:20
Letra
[Verse 1: Kanye West] 'Ello, 'ello, 'ello, hello white America, assassinate my character Money matrimony, yeah they tryna break the marriage up Who gon' act phony, or who gone try to embarrass ya I'mma need a day off, I think I'll call Ferris up (Bueller had a Muller but I switched it for a Mille Cause I’m richer and prior to this shit was moving free base) Had a conference with the DJs, Puerto Rico three days (Poli with the PDs now they got our shit on replay) Sorry I’m in pajamas but I just got off the P.J And last party we had, they shut down Prive (Ain’t that where the Heat play? Niggas hate ballas these days) Ain’t that like Lebron James? (Ain’t that just like D. Wade? Wait) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up What's up mothafucka where my money at? You gonna make me come down to your house where your mommy at Mummywrap the kids, have ‘em cryin’ for they mommy back Dummy that your daddy is, tell ‘em I just want my racks (Racks on racks on racks Maybachs on bachs on bachs on bachs on bachs) Who in that? (Oh shit, it’s just blacks on blacks on blacks) (Hundred stack) How you get it? (Nigga layin’ raps on tracks) I wish I could give you this feeling, I’m planking on a million I’m riding through yo hood, you can bank I ain’t got no ceiling (Made a left on Nostrand Ave., we in Bed Stuy) Made a right on 79th, I’m coming down South Shore Drive (I remain Chi-town) Brooklyn ‘til I die - New Day4:32
- That's My B**tch3:22
- Who Gon Stop Me2:54
- Murder to Excellence4:16
- Welcome to the Jungle5:00
- Made in America4:52
- Why I Love You3:21