Make Sure U Getta Shirt!!!

[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
(Uhuhuhuh A Rhyming Ape uh!)
Yeah, (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
So I think yall had enough
What up Chuck?
FNF UP!
RKF Tucks
Adjust my cuffs
John Lennon Chucks
Independent trucks
Yup, a little bit of dust
Brush...my shoulder
Plus...a little bit of chuch
Uh..I showed ya
Just...a little bit of what can happen
If you open up your eyes and imagine
Expand your horizon with rhyming and rapping
Quit rapping and rhyming bout cocaine supplying
And clapping is anyone out there or are yall all absent?
Are we the last...

[Chorus: The Gorillaz]
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last to get away to some another day?
Or do we know, well, we know
Does it seem to be conveyed that way?

[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco]
A little bit of Fahreinheit 1/15 part III
One time to the FNF army
After party in the Angel Knights RV
Don't forget your cell phone and car keys
Don't forgot to tip the valet where you park please
I wish you well, good night, drive safe, A Rhyming Ape t-shirts on sale!

[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]
They 25 dollars a piece, down in the lobby, um, next to concession stands...Don't forget about the keychains and the hats too...Peace!

A Bathing Harry

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Yea. That's right, that's right. Green Lantern, what up! If y'all don't know me out there, I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco! And I'm from a little city in the midwest. Y'all might've heard of it, it's called Chicago mane, hah! And I'm from the westside of that city, you know what I'm talkin' about? And I roll with a crew by the name of, FnF! 1st and 15th. So I guess I gotta do my lil', little thing right? Right about---now!

[Verse: Lupe Fiasco]
Catch me I'm ballin', catch me I'm ballin', catch me like Spalding, catch me like Rawlings
If he indeed the mc, vitamin (invite him in) like GNC
Can't see me like, B-I-G on CMT, did a little bit of time on BMG
But this right here homie this all me, can you "be down"? Nah nigga CMB
That's cold that aint nice G, so what though? Lil' homie remind me of Ice T, uh!
By the way we share the same birthday, the wordplay is work, but pimpin' is easy
So catch me I'm ballin', I'm sick too if aint catch me like coughing back when I said you should catch me like Rawlings it's cool
'Cause most cats that I bumb into can't catch me that often
Most times they just end up fallin', ball for a few then end up walkin'
Catch me in a ball where the Cinderella walks in, and I do it 'till it's no longer exclusive
Might go once, might go twice, but never three times like a auction to it
See I, walk into it, I do my thing, then tell the owner that it's cool to let y'all into it
Uh!

[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]
Yea! Lupe Fiasco! Uh, remember the name mane! Fnf up! Green Lantern, what up baby! Yea! That's right, god willing the album coming soon mane! Holla at me!

Heat Under The Babyseat

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
(A Rhyming Ape)
(Kids With Guns playing in background)
(*brraat brrrat* *pow pow* *cocks gun* *boof*)
Hey-How you gonna get up man? I shot you, you dead. You can't get up when you dead. You gotta lay down. Man, you ain't-you ain't you ain't playin right, I aint I ain- you know I aint even understand, I can't even play with you no more. Your suppo- When you're dead you supposed to lay down man. Whatever.

[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
Lil Terry got a gun he got from a store,
He bought it with the money he got from his chores,
He robbed the candy shop, told her lay down on the floor,
Put the cookies in the bag, take the pennies out the drawer.
Lil Kahlil got a gun he got from the rebels,
to kill the infidels and American devils,
a bomb on his waist,
a mask on his face,
prays five times a day, and listens to heavy metal.
Lil Alex got a gun he took from his dad,
That he snuck into school in his black bookbag,
His black nail polish, black boots and black hat,
He gon' blow away the bully that just pushed his ass.
Lil Joker got a gun he bought on the street,
to go and kill the niggas that beat him up last week,
'Cause he don't let go of none of his past beefs,
Bullets flying out the windows, shells landing on the seats.
Lil Sara got a gun from her Uncle Sam,
She got armor piercing rounds, and her gun don't jam,
She got laser-guided rockets,
She killing to go to college,
She thought it was an insurgent, it was some old man,
Now, you can get guns on the internet (Internet)
AKs, Glock 9s, Interteks, (Intertek)
So if you see a shorty, don't disrespect, (Disrespect)
Watch Better Tomorrow and play Grand Theft Auto
Hear a bang!

I Don't Feel So Good

[Intro: Damon Albarn]
Picture I'm the dreamer,
I'll take you deeper,
Down into the sleepy glow,
Time is a low,
Don't you know,
What are we going to do?
When you go down,
After all the sick, and selfless days, Don't you know it's getting harder,
To see the sun coming through,
I love you, but what are we going to do?

[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
Is it something in the air,
Do you feel it?
Is it close, is it far, is it here,
Do you feel it?
Are you happy, you sad, you scared,
Did you feel it?
Is it right, is it wrong, is it fair,
Do you feel it?
Is it real, is it fake, do you care,
Do you feel it?
When he stopped and he payed for head,
Did he feel it?,
With his wife, when he laid in the bed, Did she feel it?
When the police kicked in the door,
Did he feel it?
When he had to go to war,
Did he feel it?
When they hung, and they swung, from a tree,
Did they feel it?
When I know when they come for me,
Will I feel it?
When he blew all his money to ball,
Did he feel it?
When that bullet came through a wall,
Did she feel it?
When he stopped, and he dropped, and he died,
Did he feel it?
When his momma closed his eyes,
Did he feel it?
When she couldn't take the pain,
Did she feel it?
When the dope flows through her veins,
Do she feel it?
When she took of all her clothes,
Did she feel it?
When she slid down that pole,
Did she feel it?
Will it all be clear to see,
When I feel it?
When God forgives me,
Will I feel it?

[Chorus #1: Damon Albarn]
I asked my baby if she loved me, she said she don't know,
She said The Game's got her heart, The Streets have got her soul,
I asked my baby if she loved me, she said she don't know,
She said The Game's got her heart,
The Streets have got her soul, I said wow...

[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco]
When his food come out the trash,
Does he feel it?
When he sleeps under the underpass,
Does he feel it?
When she's pregnant and smokin' weed,
Do she feel it?
When the jury just won't believe,
Do they feel it?
When a song come on in the club,
Do you feel it?
When a racist shows you love,
Do you feel it?
When he know he won't win the game,
Do he feel it?
When a preacher is driven insane,
Do he feel it?
Every time I write a rhyme,
Do I feel it?
When I'm running out of time,
Will I feel it?
When the liquor is poured on the ground,
Do they feel it?
If my music didn't make a sound,
Could you feel it?
(Could you feel it?..)

[Chorus #2: Damon Albarn & Lupe Fiasco]
I asked my baby if she loved me,
she said she don't know,
She says The Game's got her heart,
The Streets have got her soul,
I asked my baby if she loved me,
She said she said she don't know,
She said The Game's got her heart,
The Streets have got her soul,
I said wow...

[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]
I asked my baby if she loved me,
She said she don't know,
She said the Game's got her heart,
The Streets have got her soul.
Fin!

Happy Industries

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Uh, uh, yeah! I like that right there, I like the way that feels, you know what I'm saying? It feel good! Hahaha, yeah! Lupe! on the MC (uh!), and on uh, this beat right here (heh), Of course we got The Gorillaz, (uh!), So, just watch me do my thing!

[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
Once upon a time not long ago
An idea yeah that's what I had
To take Demon Days
And a little Pro Tools
With my MCing ways and make em mash
Just having fun not chasing cash
Apologize now for it make ya mad
Had to call G Ball (Hello?) tell em warm up the mic
Put the padding on the wall, gonna make some magic (Alright)
Studio is nothing lavish
Matter of fact it's just an attic
Background noise from the fan
The hitting of the mic stand and the outside traffic
Still turns out fantastic
Turn my vocals up just a tad bit
Fresh from the 1st & 15th
Quarantine touching you, super cool, now that's sick

[Chorus: The Gorillaz]
Windmill, windmill for the land
Learn forever hand in hand
Take it all, let on your stride
It is sticking, falling down
Love forever, love is free
Let's turn forever, you and me
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?

[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco]
So sit on back and enjoy the show
Then lean on forward and enjoy some more
And then, sit back again
And keep on enjoying like you was enjoying before
Whether you enjoy the beats or enjoy the flow
As long as you enjoying it, it bring joy to Joe
And Joe is me but woe is me
If you and yours ain't enjoying the show
So!, don't worry about the time it take
If you ain't got one better find a date
A beautiful inside or a dime to take
I proudly present to you A Rhyming Ape
My rhymes are straight
If you ain't got one better find a date
A beautiful inside or a dime to take
I proudly present to you A Rhyming Ape!

[Chorus: The Gorillaz]
Windmill, windmill for the land
Learn forever hand in hand
Take it all, let on your stride
It is sticking, falling down
Love forever, love is free
Let's turn forever, you and me
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?

FNF Army Invades...

[Interlude: Dennis Hopper, FNF Crew]
Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain,
there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived,
(Chi-Town)
their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds.
Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below.
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough.
Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town.
(FNF Army)
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows.
You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.
(Alright Alright Alright...)
(Lupe!)

Lupe The Gorilla

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
(Angel Knights)
Nah, so, so just listen
Alright so, so what you do is right
you take Lupe Fiasco, right?
you, y- okay? you take Lupe Fiasco
you know and and you take The Gorrilaz right?
You take the Fiasco - on Lupe Fiasco - you take the Fiasco off right?
And then you takethe Z off, off The Gorrilaz
You take, you take that off and you drop that
And then, like you put it together you know, put it together
You got.. Lupe The Gorrila
You know what I'm saying
You got me doing my thing, you know what I'm saying?
With the rapping and stuff I know how to do
And then you got, you got The Gorrilaz
Doing their thing over here with the beats, you know what I'm saying?
you know, I- you know I rhyme over that
Do that, do that, you know, Lupe The Gorrila
I - I thought it was dope
I was thinking it was dope
(Now Entering)
Ya know what I'm saying?
And then I was thinking like,
You could call it..
You know...

A Rhymin' Ape!

Lupe Fiasco - Building Minds Faster

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
I think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Some bible verses, couple Sunnahs
An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (ni**a)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob Marley
Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey
Them the real ones, light a lighter for em
Let you know, that I'm ridin' for em

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gon' gimme some, a lil more beat
Call yo friends around, then call the police!
I'm ridin' wit my flow, it take up four seats
So I'm gon ghost ride, but with no sheets
One man by myself, even then I'm 4 deep
Like hotel swimming pools, that's 4 feet
These ni**as like the rooms, so sweet (suite)
Priceline! so cheaaap
I'm the cell phone, they some room keys
I'm some shell toes, they the shoe strings
I turn em off, I take em out
I'm Reverend Run, with the laces out
my Adidas, so adios
All day I dream, like I'm comatose
That your ship's sinking, and im so afloat
I'm T-Pain, I'm on a boat!
Not the slave one, DiCaprio's either
Hear the waves come, they started in the bleachers
So I'm swag surfin', the pool's getting deeper
You still sweet though, there come them room keepers
Ok I'll be the strings, you be the shoes
But guess what [what?], now they Jimmy Choo's
I wear the pants, you in the pools (Winnie Pooh's)
Yo shit meows, my shit AWOOOOOOOOOHH's
I got a fifth flow, call me brother man
Africa the set, yeah that's the motherland
For that BP, I shed 50 tears
In Nigeria that oil been spillin' for like 50 years!
Fifty years! Hell naww, hell yeahh, tryna tell y'all
At this rate, ni**as gon' lose!
Can't search for water, or grow your own food!
Tell me what's gon' happen, when them stores close
And ain't gon' open up, no mo'
That's the realest shit
Yeah, you gon' feel dat, hunger's your enemy
But you can't kill dat!
Ni**a wake up, don't join the army
Kill your own peoples, but fear Illuminati's
and they ain't even real, or are they?
But you ain't even know, because you partake
too fucking much, if you start to doubt
they already in yo mind, and comin' out yo mouth
It's not a trick, ni**a, ni**a it's a trap
Survival of the fit, is what they aiming at
And ni**as ain't fit [nope], fat as hell! [yup]
Fat in mind [yup], body fat aswell
Who use most the drugs? Americans!
What's in Afghanistan? Heroin!
You think that's by mistake? They can't stop dat?
Don't think you safe though, because you not black
Greed is colourblind, so I'm colourblind
They gon' fuck with yours soon as they done with mine
They say I try too hard, verses overwhelm
I learned most of this, from ni**as sittin' in jail
Where you think im from? I'm from the streets ni**a!
Triple OG's told me to teach ni**a!
And that ain't made up, nope, that's a fact. [Yup]
They say that gangsta shit, is the shit I rap
Look who I attract, look at my inner circle
Bunch of street ni**as, and a couple Urkles
Look at my fanbase! Oh yes!
Fuck what Pro say! Look at this protest!
Where they do that at? Who they do that for?
Must mean I'm doin' bad, that things is movin' slow [Noo]
We talkin' revolution on public radio!
Then catch me down in Houston, sittin' on them 84's
Trae wassup, ABN, gotcha back ni**a, sink or swim
Free Chilly Chill, shake off your masters
Pray to God; Build Your Mind Faster

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
I think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Couple bible verses, and some Sunnahs
An AK-47 that's a revolution!!
Think I'm Tupac, Bob Marley
Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey
Them the real ones, light a lighter for em
If you ain't know, I'm ridin' for em

FNF UP!!!

[Yeah we just fade] track fades out....

LASER!

Dope Boy

[Verse: Lupe Fiasco]
Uh, yeah,
Another day as I step out the door,
Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford,
For, this, I thank the lord,
Wish, that he'll bless me for a few more
Quick, cause working in a drought is a bitch,
Switch, a female dog with no raw(r),
Rich, is what I wanna get like gifts
But you need to blow to get ya birthday wish,
Trip, and then you never snitch,
You never tell a soul, not even a fish
Cause fish might fold, and run and tell the shrimp, ya dig?
And shrimp might run and tell the pigs
That you selling rides on the white horse right outside your crib,
Bring the batter ram where you live,
God, I really need a job, until I get it big, I be giving work to the kids
(Dope Boy, streets is calling you) x3

Rap City Freestyle

[Verse: Lupe Fiasco]
Yeah (Yeah), What up Pharrell? I say, uh,
It's the Revenge of the Nerd,
Got a way with words like I got away with murder
Like I caught the state's star witness trying to perjure
Sent the purse to the judge and bribed off the jurors
Bride of Frankenstein in the ride 'fore we ride any further
West side yes I roll here/hair like a curler
And I hold hair like an hurler
The curse of the mummy or the money of the merger of the worlds of the worker and the surfer,
Return to my girl, uh,
Lunch dinner desert/dessert her
Like an Armed Forces server that served in Desert Storm that couldn't perform any further
A breath of fresh air like Certs slightly off my walls made of Serta
Hero to the star-crossed lovers in search of...
Yeah, and that's what a verse does
I represent the first drop in the vert reverse cuuzzz..
(Okay Rap City Lupe Fiasco)

Welcome Back Chilly

[Intro: Welcome Back Kotter Excerpt]
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back!

[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
Before we get started in this, you know this thing right here
I gotta say, welcome home to my main man (Chilly Mac!)
Before we get started in here,
I'd like to tell the world that my partner is here
Been on 23 & 1 for like 14 months,
Yes the boss of 1st & 15th is home chumps
Thanks to God for removing the obstacle
Thanks to Craig for making it possible
Million dollar bond is what held us down,
Now who in the hell is gonna help them now?
You see c-k cause that check you cut
You got a couple of fools on ya set what up
See his mind is sharp, and mine is art
Refined and smart and it's time to start
While you was behind these bars I was behind these bars
Rewind to when those police took our cars
But they don't know there was more where that came from
Me and Chilly Mac back to back and son

[Chorus: FNF Crew]
See the game ain't the same since ya left out
See the snakes and the lames? Yeah they crept out
Ooh you know we need ya, ooh I'm where they freed ya
Here is where we need ya, hey it's nice to see ya!
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back Chilly Mac (x4)

[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco]
We ain't even gonna dwell in the past tense
I gotta say one love to that boy Sean Carter for holding a young nigga down, while you was absent
Makes sure that my foot was good, and my head was pimped,
And when the niggas jumped ship, a hair was lit
To try to turn the tide, help withstand the time it was hectic, strictly on the strength
That's why we got moves to make, new records to record new rules to break
We back standing on two, the crew is straight, the new and improved F-N-F ya snakes
How they gonna stop us the police still watch us but it's cool cause ya home dawg,
No more visits on Friday, no more commissary no more collect phone calls

[Chorus: FNF Crew]
(Woo running the bill up nigga)
See the game ain't the same since ya left out
(It was like eight hundred dollars nigga!)
See the snakes and the lames? Yeah they crept out
(Now all we gotta do is free city..Free City!)
Ooh you know we need ya, ooh I'm where they freed ya
Here is where we need ya, hey it's nice to see ya!
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back Chilly Mac
(Repeat in background)
(Shoutouts)

Comin From Where I'm From

[Intro: Super Fly Excerpt]
Ya know, you've got this fantasy in your head about gettin outta the life and setting that other world on its ear...What the fuck are you gunna do except hustle? Now man I ain't puttin you down...I'm just trying to make it real baby like it is...

[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
Lupe Fiasco (came from the ghetto)
You know, Food & Liquor (it's the ghetto right here man)
Nah I don't know man it touched me so much you know I had to do it..
Ay it's real here
Dope fiends steal here
Turn around give us the money to buy wheels here
Give you the chills yeah
Developers don't build here, the property values low cause we're still here
Better believe most of us want to leave
Furthest we went was out of our minds but we still here
Weapons concealed here
Lil sisters on the pill here
Cant pay our bills here but we like to chill here
Gotta reap what you sow, grow what you till here
Yo momma weep for your soul cause you was killed there
Police put cameras on poles too many deals there
Gotta go to the county cause you was filmed there
How does it feel knowing innocence was killed here?
Last night at the park beating heart was stilled there
For the love of this chain I make appeals here
Lets pray for our brains bust-downs kneel here

[Chorus #1: Anthony Hamilton, Lupe Fiasco]
I try to make it right
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Times has gotten hard
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Times you gotta walk to work yall
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes you gotta do a little dirt
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from

[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco]
There was once a child in here
cause all the tribulations and the trails in here
And all the limitations of his housing, there
Became a teenage trafficker a thousandaire
Captivated by what the drug dealers told
Infatuated with what the drug dealers drove
A life validated by what a drug dealer holds
On the stand cause what another drug dealer told
A drug dealer woes, time waits for no man
No woman waits for a man with time on his hands (they don't)
Didn't you know lord they fearing ye now, they hearin' ye now
Especially when the conspiracies come down
We come down get humble Its no longer fun now
But who's gonna hustle to feed his son now?
From the cradle to the cage
We bring our sons up to get gunned down
Our daughters to have more its more (it's war)

[Chorus #2: Anthony Hamilton]
Sometimes it gets lonely
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Things aint what they seem to be
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes you get a little angry
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Somethings get the best of me
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from

[Bridge: Anthony Hamilton]
Well, tried to be good (I tried)
Wanted nothing but to love somebody
Didn't wanna die young
Steady hustling trying to feed my family
Too scared to have kids
And do like daddy did
Cause I'm so scared of failing
Sometimes it gets hard
Comin from where I'm from

[Verse #3: Lupe Fiasco]
But it's beautiful here
It's nothing like the feeling when you do it from here (your heart)
You aint have to move a pack, you aint have to shoot a gat
And you still took your momma and you moved her from here
You aint dropped out when you figured the world out
Can survive bout' anywhere learned how to do it in here (your mind)
Yeah, that's how we do it in here
Hearing shorties at players like music to the ears
We still get by you know?
Comin from where I'm, I'm from

(Chorus #3: Anthony Hamilton]
Sometimes you gotta moan
(Comin from where I'm from, I'm from)
Sometimes you gotta cry a little bit louder
(Comin from where I'm from, I'm from)
Sometimes you gotta fight the pain
(Comin from where I'm from, I'm from)
Sometimes you gotta walk alone
(Comin from where I'm from, I'm from)
Sometimes you get a little worried
(Comin from where I'm from, I'm from)
Sometimes you get lost outta touch
(Comin from where I'm from, I'm from)
Sometimes I think I pray a little bit too much
(Comin from where I'm from, I'm from)
Sometimes I get a little scared
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
(Repeat x2)

Slow Down

[Intro: Usher, William DeVaughn)
What we gon' do now?
(Try some if you like it)
Lets slow it down on the flow...
(Track scratches)
Gangsta whitewalls
TV antennas in the back...

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
(1st and 15th... L-U-P-E)
We had no (diamond in the back)
There was no (sunroof top)
But we was (diggin' the scene with a gangster lean)
(Diamond in the back)
We had no (sunroof top)
But we was (diggin' the scene with a gangster lean)
It aint no (diamond in the back)
It aint no (sunroof top)
But we be (diggin' the scene with a gangster lean)
(Diamond in the back)
There was no (sunroof top)
But we was (diggin' the scene with a gangster lean)
(Lupeee!)

[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
I know it's preliminary but I see me and my visionaries on the military taking it over
Even if it's temporary we can lift and carry the Windy right up on our shoulders
Oh yes the coppers they watch us, they tap us, they trace us, they lock us, but we're free so what's that supposed to mean?
Bingo no higher than tires, that Bentley on 20's is spiffy bet it's done by 310 altering
I wanna get one just like it and customize it and ride it, see T used to take me to where I needed to go (You know)
Bet it's gone kill 'em to see me wheelin' that villain through the C-H-I-C-A-G-O
And I'm a pimp her right past the United Center, western California can't see when I'm travelin' (West side)
This for niggas, my homies, my partners, my players that's posted up on Madison

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
(Diamond in the back)
Who had no (sunroof top)
But they were (diggin' the scene with a gangster lean)
(Diamond in the back)
They got no (sunroof top)
But they be (diggin' the scene with a gangster lean)
They got no (diamond in the back)
Or no (sunroof top)
But they are (diggin' the scene with a gangster lean)
(Diamond in the back)
Aint no (sunroof top)
But we be (diggin' the scene with a gangster lean)
(Lupeee!)

[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco]
One time, two times for the niggas that's locked up on 26 & California currently up under incarceration
I try to tell 'em be cool, don't be no fool, think of your good behavior, don't get in no altercations (no)
That way we can chill, and get lil', in that brand new set of wheels soon as you post-bond
And that's from Muller's two for each of us that's like a watch a wrist so we can tell time on both arms
Thank God for this gift of gab that I have, we went from boxes and bags up to Dominics
Pockets full of brown dollar bills, I got skills, but some Jordans would sure build up my confidence
So I can strut, stop, pivot, lean, side to side
And gracefully transmit it from hood to hood, block to block, ride to ride

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
(Diamond in the back)
We had no (sunroof top)
But we be (diggin' the scene with a gangster lean)
We had no (diamond in the back)
There is no (sunroof top)
But we be (diggin' the scene with a gangster lean)
Even without no (diamond in the back)
Or no (sunroof top)
We be (diggin' the scene with a gangster lean)
If you aint got no (diamond in the back)
Or no (sunroof top)
You can be (diggin' the scene with a gangster lean)
(Lupeee!)
Gangsta! West side!

Ooh

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
F-I-A-S-C-O make ya say ooooh...

[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
Ya hopefully hand over the Land Rover keys slow-ely and run like hosiery
I move eggs like ovaries, closed lactose and sudairy
Who y'all suppose to be?
None of them close to me, my poetry poison til' they posing me and little kids poking me, openly,
Fuck police I slip through they fingers like rosaries off the hook with the .38 rotaries
Get it locally, move anti-socially,
Twice the rapper - get it from both of me, jokingly,
So constant & nonchalant from BIC's to Mont Blanc's,
Who's conscience is not the one to confront
Worth my weight you impersonate niggas like Miller Light spit it right in your life,
Terminate, I'm the worst case scenario,
Bump heads for coins like Mario
Pop more rounds than Merry-Go's
From birth date to burial
In South Beach, bitches going south with they mouth piece without speech
Oh now he's official from the start, they miss you, holding vigils in the dark
Go head try and stop it, couldn't block son/sun with Hawaiian Tropic
What's in your pockets? My profits
Foxes pick me up like chop sticks, this hotness, they wanna put me boxes like chocolates...that's nonsense
Nothin' sweet about this but the hotel room, Presidential like the wrist
I know, I'm sorry I never meant to end shit
Never rental get mine freeway like Van Wyck
Peace to Francis and all my mans-s, take trips to France-s where all my mans is
With fifths in hands-s rewind and chant this, nigga!

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
Yeah, you know, Madison Ave., my street where I grew up check it out, I'm a hustla, Yeah, I confess it out, I'm a rapper...No other rapper can contest it, that's for certain, that's fo' sure (You know what I'm saying?) I'm gonna step the game up..

[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco]
I got a bezel from embezzling, Good Heavens!
And they said I lost it in 97'
About to start using Mexicans not cause they better than just cause I get "Si Senor", not "I need more"
With chicks from Singapore from bunk beds with Tonio's
The twelve room colonials it's still testimonial
So I keep it secret, in the kitchen in the cabinet in a jar where the grease is
L-U-P speaks it til' its pieces, peanut butter like
Always being a quiet cat not the meanest motherfucker type
If you find a gram+ I'd be buffin' brass Knucks
Best listen to your dawgs or get Son of Sam'd up, what!
Ahead of my time, failed history passed chemistry, quiet nines and quinine
My energy always be weaponry to unload, while there's people to holdup, reputations to uphold
I'm Gung Ho with them white lines, not the kind that divide traffic
But the kind that remind addicts, automatics to yo attic
Tec'd out Porsches and the decked out Boxers
The Fed's is nice with the cameras, challengers get beat black and lavender
Women put my name across the chest like janitors
Fans of the, hustler under the stairs his fiends on the banisters WHAT!

The Run Down

[Intro: Tifa from WGCI Radio]
(Glass Breaks)
Just give them a little run down man, I mean it's a lot it's a lot people who hear a lot of stuff in the streets about you, just give them a little run down...

[Verse: Lupe Fiasco]
FNF Up
Yeah...I'm a rare form man..(haha, westside) Yeah, Madison born man
Yeah...Uh huh Gemini Up
Yeah...Uh huh Shayla G Up
Yeah...Uh huh Pro Up
Yeah...Uh huh Chilly Mac
Wah, Career crooking
Yeah, watch me Wash,
Come here Brooklyn,
Follow me Houston,
See what I'm about, really South Philly Bankhead keep looking
You feel me I'm a product of pushing that was red off whooping pull switches off trees
Pull off the leaves like she loves me...not...it's hot, I couldn't Tai Shu/tie shoe
Move slow like Tai-Chi,
Down the block, come kick it with me like Kung Fu,
Where I hung like noose they call me Young Bruce
I cop Jordans pull chickens with these, please was not I to work at Popeye
Though I came with a biscuit - just tryin' to make a meal/mill
I brang in the business, flow like chuch pulpited with ease, pivot, and pull from the lines like three's
To gain a better understanding, I'm just trying to make it real/reel
Like a fisherman, Pon De River fam I Pon My Bank, deposit my thoughts
Till my mind draws a blank and I withdraw from checking
I'll leave that with yall for a second...
Give you a minute to let it sink..
Then I rise, baptize, for them dead presidents I'll tie bombs to your brakes
And burn money faster than you learn you aint even conserve money, gave you a second now I return hungry
Period young blood, I return monthly
To Bogart like Humphrey, stern, gully, seldom, stumble
Welcome to the jungle like Fern Gully
Uh man, it's gorillas here takes a village to raise a villan here
Uh yeah, and you might have to raise his bail,
Trying to free the whole cartel
I need to raise a million here a million here a million here...

Hater Hop

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
(FNF, FNF, FNF, FNF)
See I live it, Charlie
And then I write it, pimping
Then I record it, dirty
Then it's a song!
But then they hate on me
Cuz they can't take, homie
That I might break, homie
From my home..

[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
Which is the west side
F I wicked as the witches from the westside in the wizard
You see I live it, scribble it
Deliver it, then I distribute it
To my niggas, But yet I
For the life of me
Can't understand the rivalry
Said about my number one fan, my man
He used to ride with me
But now he spitefully uses fighting words to frighten me
Slightly perturbed I war at his words rightfully
I should be lightning like in his ass
But I pass and lightly brush off the ash
From the square of that square
You see I really don't care
But it's a whole lot of insulted niggas over here
Bear, in mind some of them mind, all of them won't
Some of them rhyme, all of them don't
Most of them grind, all of them inclined
To see you signed and combined
To be on your ass so serious

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
You see I live it, Charlie
And then I write it, pimping
Then I record it, dirty
Then it's a song!
But then they hate on me
Cuz they can't take, homie
That I might break, homie
From my home

WGCI Freestyle

[Intro: Tifa from WGCI Radio, Lupe Fiasco]
(Track rewinds)
Alright I'm going go ahead and throw this beat on (g'ahead, g'ahead, g'ahead)
(Rocking the mic with Tifa (x2), holding it down for real, the b-side G-C-I)

[Verse: Lupe Fiasco]
YEAH!, Ahah!, So, get my swag up in here you know, FNF up in here, 1st & 15th uh!,
You know, Lupe, Madison, So, ya know we gonna do this about to start - you got some right too you gonna come behind me T? (ayy you know)
Start it like..Yeah,
You know it's heart liquor/ hard nigga
Rocksteady from the start sister
Since I stepped on set like Gozilla
Since I stepped on the scene,
It's been nothing but him hustling no schooling - instruction was me
Yeah, as I lean, back like limbos and 6-4's like Nintendo's
Clean, don't intervene chumps
Yall far from the hood like limousine trunks
Man, I'm up front with the pumps and I squeeze in the cars like a mini full of clowns or a coupe full of clumps
Many put it down but,
Lupe from the jump and producing that crunk
Fusion of music amusing the youth where I'm from,
I'm from where you shouldn't come
OG Ball see how law override like OG Call
Cop can't hold it down, they aint fatter than me
This aint no see-saw, eaasy (ha)
They can't see me like I'm 4 feet tall, standing behind a 4'3'' wall
Believe me, I'm the on the low
I do a little balling like bb
I get big like toadstools
Then I might jump into a coupe and it's back to being small!
I get little, the one who can't be seen like flea circus
Flees the scene like perpetrators
If you can't purchase you can still juke like work it and I will foot work like percolate (OKAY!)
Set trippin' with my usual Fox,
The west suburbs makes the best hustlers watch!

Muhammad Walks

[Intro: Fahrenheit 9/11 Excerpt, Lupe Fiasco]
"This is the one we listen to the most. This is the one we travel, we kill the enemy. let the bodies hit the floor, is just fitting for the job that we're doing."
"A'udhu billahi minash-shaytaanir rajeem, bismillahi 'r-Rahmani 'r-Rahim"
(Literal translation: "I seek refuge from Satan, the outcast, in the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful.")
(Arabic prayer in background)
This one's for all my brothers and sister that died in Iraq, Israel, Afghanistan, right here in America..

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
(Jesus Walks)
Abraham Talked
Muhammad Talked
And Moses split the sea
(Jesus Walk with me)
I ain't trying to profit of the prophets so this one's for free

[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
G's up along with Muhammad and Jesus
In the Quran they call him Isa
Don't think Osama and Saddam are our leader
We pray for peace, but the drama intrigues us
All, so we fall for the illusions of the beast
So instead of trying to teach we show our teeth
Same God, different beliefs
Hijabs, Sunday clothes, yamulka, kufi, same mission beneath
We all trying to get to where the suffering ends
In front of the Most High being judged for our sins
Can front for the Most High, so the struggle
Continues
You, every bird, bird and tree, me, her and me
We virtually on the same boat
With the same goats, on the same sea
Trying to stay afloat, and put the devil in the yolk
With a couple of God's quotes I hope

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
(Jesus Walks)
Abraham Talked
Muhammad Talked
And Moses split the sea
(Jesus Walk with me)
I ain't trying to profit of the prophets so this one's for free
(Arabic prayer playing in background)
Abraham Talked
Muhammad Talked
And Moses split the sea
(Jesus Walk with me)
I ain't trying to profit of the prophets so this one's for free

[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco]
And to the sisters and the mothers of ours
Who cover theyselves cause they're lovers of God
The Creator of the worlds, Sculptor of the stars,
During Hajj we walk, through Ramadan we starve
Though you not eating, there's a feeding of the mind
A defeating of the demons, a seeing of the signs
A leaning on the lines from the surahs
Getting purer, God deemed it unclean
There's no eating of the swine
Nor drinking of the wine
We all been to his whim, so I send out rheems to my kind
I'm cordial to Mr. Norful, Mrs. Adams' you're the theme song when I'm battling
Creflo, playa whats happening
I can hear the truth in your rappings'
No, sex before you marry
No grudges you should carry, no lying
Not supposed to be gambling

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
(Jesus Walks) Real talk
Abraham Talked
Muhammad Talked
And Moses split the sea
(Jesus Walk with me)
(I know it sounds familiar)
I ain't tryin to profit of the prophets so this one's for free
We all the same man
It's all a game man
The devil hate each and every one of us exactly the same
No matter what you walk with

[Verse #3: Lupe Fiasco]
You know,
And to my Akh's trying to stay on their Deen
It gets mean, especially when you stay on the scene
And at the same time tryin' to stay out of trouble
But don't forget the blessing is in the struggle
The Most Forgiving will forgive it if you stay repentant and hustle
You gotta stay on your salats, your zakats, your Quran
To my homies and miskeen (poor)
Astaghfirullah (Literal translation: "I seek forgiveness from Allah"),
Allah forgive us all
For we all are sinners
Bless us to be amongst the winners when it ends
But until then please strengthen the mission within our hearts
All praise is due to God (Amen)
Telling it how it was taught me
I aint trying to sell it can be brought for free
This is how it is
Now how it ought to be
Muhammad talk to me
Jesus walk with me
I hope

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
(Jesus Walks)
Abraham Talked
Muhammad Talked
And Moses split the sea
(Jesus Walk with me)
I ain't trying to profit of the prophets so this one's for free.

Boss Playa

[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
FNF up all day, all day
Young Pro is in the cut always, always
If you represent your set, then you’re rollin through the jets
Take your fingers off the triggers; keep your hands off your tecs, check.
I’m really gnarly
Really harder than trying to wheelie Harleys
I will, he hardly life of the party.
Hotter than Saudis in furs in the Mojave
Don’t make me catch your body (Silenced shots, body drops).
FNF up all day, all day
Young Pro is on the cut always, always
If you represent your set, then you’re rollin through the jets
Take your fingers off the triggers; keep your hands off your tecs, check.
I’m really gnarly
Really harder than trying to wheelie Harleys
I will, he hardly life of the party.
Hotter than Saudis in furs in the Mojave
Don’t make me catch your body, First & Fifteenth probably
Playa, don’t trip when the clique’s in the party
You trick then it kick like Mr. Miagi
I bought an extra clip in event of a robbery
You flinched then it click like Clint, Dirty Harry
Don’t think that my money get spent on Ferraris
This game that was told is old as Atari’s
We sold into slavery, this system I pimps, I
Limps like a charlie-horse, bring the chorus.

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
Aint it boss playa? Homie,
Don’t it be like that, when it be like that, when it’s G like that.
Aint it boss playa? Homie,
You can’t lead like that, when you bleed like that, you gon’ be right back.
Aint it boss playa what you think we freeze right up
When you breeze right up, don’t you bleed like us?
Aint it boss playa (What?)
Paper making on top, player hatin won’t stop, percolating on lop

[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco]
If it’s getting too hot, better gon out the galley
I’m a top cat Holmes, got a phone in the alley
And I locks that down when I zone understand me
And I drop rap poems like domes on the caddy
When the top back gone better stop that like cops
When you clock that brome goin over the speed limit
You spot that sucker’s been thrown like bones
And you comb him for baggies and you see its weed in it, See
Rumor man G had a home in the valley
And I just left New York and I’m gon back to Cali.
Where I chop that, yup got a four million salary
And I’m back in the cut, still hungry as Shaggy
Like I need that, so free that, defeat that, see that, keep it ‘Go but steady
Don’t do nothing sudden push the button hustlin to keep my leverage, uh!
You can’t destroy me, know who dem boys be, I aint no employee. I’m a Boss Playa.

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
Aint it boss playa? Homie,
Don’t it be like that, when it be like that, when it’s G like that.
Aint it boss playa? Homie,
You can’t lead like that, when you bleed like that, you gon’ be right back.
Aint it boss playa what you think we freeze right up
When you breeze right up, don’t you bleed like us?
Aint it boss playa (What?)
Paper making on top, player hatin won’t stop, percolating on lop

[Verse #3: Gemini (Gemstones)]
I’m pimping with playas that be pimpin I’m pimpin this broad
But how could one man be so pimpin Shit pimpin is hard
Cause goofies kill for that nookie even clap at they dogs
Giving they heart to these chickens I’m a strap in they bras
Giving they cars to these chickens even platinum cards
All in the mall with these chickens putting carats on arms
I have em posing in pictures with my shaft in they jaws
Laughing cause dro in my system plus I’m having a ball
Coulda been somewhere but open liquor driving the Porsche
Aint too many risk just froze as this and robbery report
Property’s bought believe I seen that watch in The Source
Hot but it’s false, Monopoly’s my hobby, and yours?
Probably sports, it’s obvious you saw me, get lost
Give me some privacy; see how many rocks in that cross
You think of robbing me but you don’t want no problems young boy
You want to rival me, make a choice the option is yours

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
Aint it boss playa? Homie,
Don’t it be like that, when it be like that, when it’s G like that.
Aint it boss playa? Homie,
You can’t lead like that, when you bleed like that, you gon’ be right back.
Aint it boss playa what you think we freeze right up
When you breeze right up, don’t you bleed like us?
Aint it boss playa (What?)
Paper making on top, player hatin won’t stop, percolating on lop

[Verse #4: Bishop G]
Man the game aint the same since the cane done stopped
DEA’s slowed up the game around Brainerd Park
Bout the same time Greg got shot in the head
Nigga Pat got his momma’s house took by the feds
But of course what you expect when you pitching where you rest
Holding rocks beneath your tounge, wearin’ slippers on your steps
But for what? A couple pennies, not enough to buy a sammie/semi
So the corners of the deans racing niggas yelling “Gimmie!”
That reminds me little Kenny got shot three months ago
Fresh out the hospital, shot three weeks ago
Come to find out only difference from the first
Was the niggas that just got him aint no different from the first
And I wonder what had happened to his crazy brother Spider
Used to be my little roadie back in 1995
So last I heard he’s doing robbing
Shot some nigga in the gardens
He sat in the body cast behind the glass and to the sergeant.

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
Aint it boss playa? Homie,
Don’t it be like that, when it be like that, when it’s G like that.
Aint it boss playa? Homie,
You can’t lead like that, when you bleed like that, you gon’ be right back.
Aint it boss playa what you think we freeze right up
When you breeze right up, don’t you bleed like us?
Aint it boss playa (What?)
Paper making on top, player hatin won’t stop, percolating on lop
Aint it boss playa?!

Failure

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Yeah! WOOOoooo…What up Chi-Town? Woooo. New York City? Philly? Atlanta? Virginia? They said it was coming back around man, back to the lyrics man…Coming back to people like me.

[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
It's meaaaan, soldiers
Now let me put the streets down like steamrollers
With the CATS that push
40 oz. through the hood, like King Cobras
See we sling soda
Cause the extra four in the split is mixed
It's really 36
Used to buy toasters and clips
You can tighten your circle or boa constrict
While you was lighting your purple, I was over the scripts
See, I couldn't walk the walk, couldn't really talk the talk
Had to get my talk to properly explain my walk
Cause this lack in talk had my walk looking off
Now I'm over the limp
Watch how they mugs drop when they see my Verbal's able (That's the Usual)
When I was po' I was low
Now me and my Chaps cop Purple Label
It's Ralph Lauren on the rap laureate
Niggas brown nose, they are like Alf to him
Runners at Interscope are not as Stoute as him
Please don't Interscope/enter scope
It's gonna be a whole lot of IV’ing/Iovine and respirating
If I lean out this window with Irene
Nigga’s as tall as Yao Ming
With L-U-P-Emperor
It’s the foundation's high beams and the antennas
It's so serious every time I write my John Hancock like
Could damn near see Detroit (I see you)
Niggas is scared of heights
This is saran wrap and aluminum foil
Some potpourri, a little machine oil
I, stack my paper and throw off my 6
This is top floor, better look out before
Pennies from heaven is the same as the semi from the second
And I reign supreme
Turn your umbrellas upside down
Did you even catch the change in theme?

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
(This is gangsta man)Lupe to the F to the I to the A to the S to the C to the O
from the west side of the C to the H to to the I - C - A to the G to the O
This is gangsta man, this is gangsta man!

[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco]
And them niggas ain't Was nor from his regime
Gangsta lean
Hats on tilt like ya Snickers aint drop out the vending machine
You gotta put more money in
And I shake niggas up every time I drop a bar
It's horse in the Porsche and bricks in the box
Like mo' money them every time I cop a car
You see I'm a roller, right
So it might be a Rover, right
But every time I drop a 'r'
Get off the streets it's “over” iight
Bet I be in the head like overnight
Like rollers, right
She the chauffeur, right
So I keep her sober
She don't get Fed Ex like overnight
I am Dolemite
All that gas can't help you but solar might
So just call on sun
Drop a 's'
Pick up an 'o'
You know (uno), put it all on "one"
Brace yourself like overbite
"For that quiet nigga that relocated down south
Coming back to floss"
Nigga get your molars right
Fix your grill
No plaque but a whole lot of cheese
This the drill
Mr. Chill
Gave me the green light like Yoda knife
So I'ma force my will
Like the Force I wield
Of course you will
Take my time
But weight behind only pertains
To that Porsche grill
It's snakes in the hood
Gotta watch for that cobra bite
Let me see
There's snakes in the hood
A bird, a horse behind the grill
Something gator on the seat
And a fox behind the wheel
No it’s not Noah’s Ark, Ahk
It’s just the flow I start this is

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
LUPE to the F to the I to the A to the S to the C to the O
from the west side of the C to the H to the I - C - A to the G to the O

[Verse #3: Lupe Fiasco]
For achiever
My procedure's
To proceed at all cost
With no breather
I'm all walk
Rain, snow, or fever
I'm all coughs coming after your teacher
I'm on the ball like FIFA
Viva
Lupe Duce
Long live the leader
I remember I ain't have sneakers
It was welfare
Coming up for air is like
Whales there, Filas
But now I'm well here
I'm Shamu with twelve pair
And niggas wanna take me back to zero like tear fare
Well, my scale’s clear
You see/Sea World
It's Braille here
I'm Bumpy Johnson I stick to the streets
Keep my dogs out in front of me
You see what I'm saying
And I push ki's wonderfully…
Man, man, man, man! This is gangsta man!

Champ is Here (Freestyle)

[Intro: Muhammad Ali, Lupe Fiasco]
The champ is here, the champ is here, Chilly Mac! (1st & 15th, FNF), the champ is here, the champ is here

[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
Flow can't be seen
Like it took one in the face
I'm heavy nigga, tow can't be seen
Like I'm repossessing a Chevy nigga
Don't hang with those niggas those can’t be safe
Even in they panic rooms
I will soon be forest to the floor of this
Stethoscope to the door of it
Listening for the break
And I don't care how long getting the combination takes
I be concentrating on the crack, get it straight
I was so high up the food chain that which I mentioned before
I aint know how to make
I master shake like Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Already number 1 in the hood G
It's like my third deal off Could Be
Get it focused, one of the coldest you gonna run across
Like it was stolen from a under boss
Spent for stack and sold to another boy
He might never get it back
So whoever got it gettin' whacked if they ever get caught
Now that's what I call a reaction, to a chain snatchin
Game got 'bout as much compassion as The Passion
So it gotta make a comeback, just like a champion

[Break #1: Lupe Fiasco]
Lupe, Fiasco for yall niggas that don’t really understand or was presently unaware, westside Chi-Town Madison nigga

[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco]
I run it back to that last piece of action
My necklace was took-en by detective
I don't stress it I just gather up my essence
As real as the view through my Cartier correctives, yeah
But now back to the punching
Back to floor/flow like crunching
Got a 6 pack on the low now I'm sunk in
Look like I'm driving from the back seat
With a bird shotgun like I'm hunting
You see what happened
I made a call, and she got fly
I was pumping, hit her up
Then I sent my dog to go and pick her up
Camouflaged fitted cut to the left velours, how I did it up
And to the whole Westside, I tip it up
And over to the single baby momma wit no job that gotta WIC it up
To all my niggas in the CCDOC waiting on they quick collect to come
So they can live it up
And to my niggas that liquor they livers up and distribute cut in the belly
Sit it up.

[Break #2: Lupe Fiasco]
Yeah, lean up nigga, put your ear to the speaker so you can really hear clear and understand, so I don’t have to say this again..

[Verse #3: Lupe Fiasco]
In the abdomen is Madison from which I came
But this my gang
FNF crew, first and fifteen
Bear arms like Lebat Blue
Oh yes its bullets in the toasters as many as the clips that the gun hold
And they itchin’ to come up out the magazine like the posters that unfold
So my heat like Tigerbeat
I got the shotgun in the driver's seat
So if Lupe's a coupe, my man is a sedan
If there's more than 2 of us, then you up against a van
If I'm leavin, then you leavin
If your niggas wanna come, y'all can ride with me
It's just gonna be a lot of squeezin’
Ya understand?
That I don't need Caroline calculator to divide defeat/the feet
Just lean a little closer
The flows are his as roses is
So override your pride and decide retreat
It's suicide to me
Like a broke stock broker and a sidewalk
Y'all niggas ain't fly as me
That's why I defy physics and y'all niggas colliding, peace
I'm up here with the Leers
Y'all down down there with the airs
Emperors in the mirror, you're playing with a pair
Nigga I is we
Twice the MC like mc-squared
Trust, I make it relate
I got the poker face and I'm hiding a flush
Still riding the beat
With a air that still smells like roses from Andre 3000
My housing surroundings is what made me me
And that's two times the G
You see how I doubled that the third time, nigga please

The Pen & The Needlez

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Grew up in Chicago, westside, gang lifestyle, drug scene, it’s like one big universe of just…insanity.

[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh,
Before I start, like to make sure I'm smart,
Gather my composure, rather my swagger and my couture,
Pivot my fitted, then begin to rivet, with a change of lyric,
In other words, I reposition how I sit it,
Then make you feel it like I mispronounced “filet”,
On second thought, I can't make you fill it
Like you digging ya own grave, 'less you can Kill Bill it
The night of the living passed away,
Can you dig it? Why Emcee? Ay,
I do it for my village,
The pennin' is John Lennon, the beat is the Beatles,
Go together like Lennon and the people,
In some fresh linens and some John Lennon's fresh outta Seagle's,
The pen and the needles...

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
(Mumbling next verse)

[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco]
I'm back at 'cha, and I Pac/pack like cap backwards,
Like a hat's backwards, you know, when the back's backwards,
Yeah, like a bat catcher's,
The law got a long arm like a back scratcher,
But before I leave mine at home,
Like a bat catcher, I think about my zone,
Where the pimps make scratch off the track like a DJ
Eaasy, That's my zone rappers,
It's my deck
And if I catch you set trippin' with my cassette sittin' then it's on rappers,
It's not a threat,
Cuz it'll span ya where I roam rappers, where I hone my skills,
They wanna send me back home, the devil, is on my heels,
They writing this thing like in the sequences,
The police, I repeat
We go together like the Beauty and the Beast,
Writing is in my veins,
The ink is the diesel, the pen and the needles...

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
(Mumbling next verse)

[Verse #3: Lupe Fiasco]
The word is mightier than the sword,
And my swerve is tightier than yours,
Like year in St. Louis ya whole flow,
I fear I sank through it,
It all became clear,
Like a paramedic with an electric chest kit, yeah
The gravity of the vocabulary is a caliber equal to Excalibur,
Swung with the grace of Agassi in his amateurs, there, yeah
There was a deeper depth, don't know how I got here
I also had a hole in my flow,
It appears I sank to it,
My swing, it couldn't be seen
I apply some paint to it, the invisible man
Wrapped in bandages, in critical, CLEAR!
The scriptin' of Scorsese, the score is Count Basie
We go together like the original and the sequel,
This is the end of the trilogy, ya feelin' me?
The pen and the needles...

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!)

Twilight Zone

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, 1-5, who's more crooked than one time?
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, say 1-5, who's more crooked than one time?
Huh yeah yeah check it, is my mic on as I twilight zone, zone, twilight zone...
My mind state rewinds wakes and fast forwards bullets making a b-line for my face
Then they stop like Neo, laugh at me, throw some cash at me, then fly past me
But one ricochets off the wall to come back and ask me
Am I scared of him, or the n***a that blast me?
Maybe just the hammer that goes to be a hole in an innocent bystander
My eye's a camera, my ear's a microphone
And my mind is Pro Tools, my head is a stool
What's recorded in my dome gets reported when I zone
My mouth is a speaker, I'm anchoring the misery
There's no friends, the enemy of the enemy is my enemy
Beakers and test tubes full of memories
In my laboratory, I create stories
Doze off, and wake up, surrounded by forties
With glocks tucked in their labels
And the caps is baseball hats, playing poker at a table
Cigarettes massage they shoulders and belly tops, showing off they navels
The dime sack side bets (me),
A tec is running for president
Jesus pieces walk around with, niggas hanging from they necks
Monopoly's playing chess
I just picked up an obituary, of a bullet proof vest
Put the headphones on my mouth, speak into my ears
Microphone check, check, check, check, check, check
A pair of Air Forces told me rims been extinct for years
Been ethnic cleansed by jerseys trying to take over the set
And television's on death row for killing BET and MTV over a dice game
And paralyzing CNN by knifing him in the neck
I hear Clear Channel's been fighting him in the rec
He's in for giving grape Kool-Aid laced with strychnine to mixtapes and armed robbing cassettes
Dope told me weed was a crack fiend, crack told me that dope was a base head
Hi-hats told the police he was just a soldier, he did what the bass said
The snare and the kick didn't make it out alive
The sample made it out with some money, but he died in the ride
The 808 got caught with some work
He ain't never coming home, so the MPC and the MP3's is fighting over his turf
Chandon just gave birth, but she thinking about leaving it on the doorstep of a church
Crystal can't have kids, she plotting a kidnapping that she orchestrated with a purse
But Gucci told Fendi, Fendi turned around and told Henny
And Henny is Moet's baby's father
But she tried it anyway, disguised as a nurse
In the newspapers, it says, hip hop called rock 'n roll racist
Six raped the five, and the Maybach taped it
A hundred dollar bill just signed a record deal
But he blew all his money on a bracelet
And giving the gold dollar a facelift
A button-up just drove by in a 6-4 Impala
And all the Rolexes is hating, you see the smirks on they faces
The Hav-A-Tampas is defending the Dutches, they keep catching cases
But the judge is a Swisher, he just gives him I-bonds and community service with the papers
So the Newports get mad at the Zig-Zags, then out come the razors
See the Kools is killers on the creep
Rush up on a Philly, leave his guts spilling on the street
Some gold grills burned down the building of some teeth
Some sharpened toothbrushes is holding a trampoline, caught some children from the leap
I just seen Rocawear rock Sean John to sleep,
With the same heat that Baby Phat carried
Sprint was pimping Nextel, she just gave head to a BlackBerry
I heard she goes two ways
But he was skeeting in her face as it was beeping on my waist
This is the mind of Lupe
Just make sure my mic's on when I twilight zone, zone, zone, zone, zone, zone, zone