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

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