CRS - Don't Stop

[1st verse: Pharrell]

Explain yourself, how you sound like me?
The muthafucker Skateboard P
Knowing that you're me low
Playing games like cee-lo
In a tight situation like Speedo’s
You can have it your way like Carlito
My ni**as will be happy to give y'all torpedos
And have your car twisted like a blunt
For you faggot ass ni**as that like to front
I’m on some BBC Bape shit - I'm on some cake shit
In the kitchen with the heat making beats in my apron
You hating and you want to erase it
Close your eyes when you know you can’t take it
My flow interrupts your homeostasis
I Rolls Royce it on a regular basis
You talk street shit that sound like sweet shit
Straight liquorish, you ni**as sound ticklish
80k large for the Hermes dream
Coke n crop in all your magazines
Hunger strike yourself, look like Celine
Dion, me and my ni**as like freeyon
You bitches on my peacon
She got an ass you can eat on
Try to play tough like the leather on a Vuitton
I hit it 'til I could seat on
Try to get her freak on
Ask me to R. Kelly her and get pee’d on
I said it ain't me ma'am
That 8 behind me still got the burner
Yes the Enzo is stilll black like Sojourner
Truth, I mighta just loosened a tooth
Spittin’ what I did in the booth
I’m out, pooof!

[2nd Verse: Lupe Fiasco]

Carrera, raised in a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle era
Water bearer and tell the truth I dare ya - ya lie

So eat these whole bottle of these jalapeno peppers
For terror made in America - too live
Fuck the property or give me my props properly
High off life this high technology - Devry
I rep Muhammad Ali more like rapology
My policy’s not to be dishonestly - deprived
So gimme that, gimme that keep going
Where my city at, I’m like steak and fries but never die
They wanna ghostface wannabe me but they will posthaste
Follow me into the after life
That means you going right after I’ve
But I’m the hero sorta like Jack Sparrow
So some way some how I have survived
Ha ha surprised
Who is he that we see coming over the tides
In a speed boat, boat load of pride
Fall of Rome dress shirted and Mastermind tie
He what happens when rapping and avantgarde fashion collide
So O-M-G it's the “C” from the CRS L-O-L’ing at you haters
Tell your BFF’s like

[3rd verse: Kanye West]

Yes, Mr. West turn that new child rebel
Loud as a badass child level
Who need a chorus we do it tyrannosaurus
Tyrone it’s been a year with no phone
Could you explain how high is your zone
We’ll take the plane rub his nose in cocaine
There’s hoes in magazines you lain sayin you lame
And for the hating advance pull down your pants
Make ‘em kiss both cheeks like we living in France
Diamonds blue, his business manager’s Jewish
And if I get sued my lawyers Jews
Some girls do, grab the cohonas
Say you got enough diamonds to at least Sierra Leone us
Brand new Ferrari’s I gotta make the donuts
CRS is like a Hip Hop Christmas bonus
Ni**as is hating on the internet, I couldn’t tell
I was too busy rapping, GOOD as hell
I was too busy flying, parasail!
Tell Collette to get the new shit that Paris sell
Tarantino, Da Vinci, gettin’ Benji’s, get half off of Fendi
Half of that’s to Cindy’s
Hoped out the spaceship put my Mork in Mindy
Popped too many corks to let you dorks offend me
Props in New York but Chi-Town’s my city
Get my citys hoochie’s Gucci, Monica Bellucci’s
Are those the real millionaires, or the bendi’s
I'm so ultra I’m even over Oprah
But let me check your account, haha no sir

The Runaway: Lupe’s Revenge

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Lupe! Fiasco...U-N-K-L-E...L-U-P-E...diamonds..

[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
Physically here, mentally I’m up there somewhere
And I been thinking 'bout maybe coming down and hang around on the ground some year
But this aint the one (no)
Having too much fun way up here on the Sun yo
They should really sell my CD's at the gun show
A two-disc set is like Russian Roulette
Afghanistan Kino
If you wanna win then come in my casino
Pull up in a Porsche
Pull off in a Dino
Convention on the chinching I’m delivering the keynote
Rise...and shine, too
Kiwi I can see me in reflections from my fine shoes
I write with the same techniques they use to find jewels
Mine my own mind, until I find something that rhymes cool
Then hit James on line two tell him to send a track for me to rhyme to
A setting to attach all of the shine to
A diamond mine/mind, I can never Swarovski or rhine you, POW!!!

[Chorus: Elle J]
Wanna know, wanna know, why you’re breaking even?
Wanna know, wanna know, why you’re breaking down?
(x4)

[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco]
Perfect, Big Bang flow
Spitting out uni(verses) my old metaphors went off and joined the circus
They currently on tour on the planet of the Word-smiths
You can rally round me like I'm Sturgis
But when you go back to where you came from don't tell nobody that you ever heard this
Or I might bless you with my curses (thinner)
You should change your attitude or Hannibal is having you for dinner
Cannibalistic urges eating up this nonsense regurgitating purpose (inner/in a)
World done perfect (in my)
Mind so spotless like they Spic and Span’d and mopped it
It’s just clear it don't mean that they washed it
Put it together like bolts, swing nuts and washers
We beefin’ like Big Macs and Whoppers
At each other’s throats like butterfly collars
Or Siamese twins joined at the Medulla Oblongata
In a tuxedo
Going to the opera
Diamond mine mind only C-Z about me though is my initials
Zulu - Chaka, POW!!!

[Chorus: Elle J]
Wanna know, wanna know, why you’re breaking even?
Wanna know, wanna know, why you’re breaking down?
(x4)

[Verse #3: Lupe Fiasco]
You protect it, you cherish and caress it
Your precious little ethic-less method
Been tryna take me off of my perspective
But I respect it
But I still give you F's for effort
And the A's for me
Extra credit
How I deflected, all praises be
To the most higher I admire
Never will I abide by ya
Cause you're liar and you’re not my sire
Can't buy me I just ride by ya
And I won't bye-bye ya
I'll buy your lighter and set it on FIRE!

Lupe Fiasco - Oh Yeah! (Verse)

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Diggy what's good mane? It's your big brother, Lupe, ha. Long time coming, it's like the future meets the future of the future. Ya heard? This is some of that laid back, light up that nag-champa, let it marinate! You know? Some of that make you wonder, make you ponder. What's here, much like what's beyond. It's a beautiful thing! (uh!)

[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
This gon be a fine ride, see it in my mind's eye
Black man in a white man's world, blindside
Sweeter than key lime pies, look how fast the time flies
Where you going to be when the party's over and wine dries?
Yea we got nine lives, but they got nine knives
We gon get one chance, and they get nine tries
Tell you that dime's fly, baby girl's a fine prize
All I see is money when I look inside this dime's eyes!
Life's a bitch, I'll be rich if I make her cry
Tears soak tissue turns to money, if you let it dry
Increase my worth if she get hurt, I'll make a fortune if she dies
Take her off of that machine, I'll benefit from her demise!
Damn, that's how we are
Take a life, then buy out the bar!
So let's celebrate, let's make a toast!
To succeed in life, just make a ghost.

Lupe Fiasco - Tightrope (Wondamix) (Verse)

[Verse]

Greetings , welcome to the meeting of the minds
that be thinking all the time, bout defeatin all the blind
followin , swallowin , drinking of the time
honored traditions, of keepin in a line
I prefer to figurate (Figure 8) in mandelbrot
rock all night till the candels on my mantle stop
and it's paid programming on , every single channel watched
televised revoulutionaries on the chapel tops
shouting down at Babylonian accounting
Medieval mathematics keep us average in amounting
but i surpass that , I dropped out of they math class
I am . cause I thought , now my tightrope's like a sidewalk (bloaw!)

Lupe Fiasco: Past My Shades (Verse)

[Verse]

Uh, who else but Lu else?

You know I got two belts: The black and the white one

I begin and I master

I see in my eye-glasses

But they sayin' what I'm seein' through is false like Ross

I can hear 'em through the wall like walk

This way they try to dissuade my thoughts

I'm a slave to myself, don't disobey my boss

It's all in disarray, this parade I walk

They get amazed when they catch a chain I toss

Amidst disarray, a different ways, I talk

And it hangs from your brain if my chain, you caught

Like I cough without covering my mouth

I tip the scales like the King of the South

Forgot that I was phat, I lost my way

But now I'm back, looking for the shade I sought

And not wonders, Scott Summers

So don't make me take off my stunners

And Bobby Ray, you got my numbas

And dem deer can't see us like hunters