[Lupe Fiasco]
Check!
One, Two…
Ahh. Naw!
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Your attention please, your attention I need it
So I can sit you in a position from which I see it
Where I’m seated is scenic
Heavy-weighter, slim as the Machinist, so bulimic
Which means you somewhere in between it
I take it back for you like the Wild Stallions (Wyld Stallyns) of San Dimas
I’m in the market for low-mile 360 Medinas
And a good organic cleaners
My car always a winner
Your car’s always pity
We should call it Stanley Steamers
Most of my friends in gangs
My new nickname is Ghengis Khan
But without the ‘Ye, but his last name’s my side
I ride with the demeanors (the meanest)
I’m armed to the teeth
You’re Venus and you’ve never been to the Dinas (dentist)
School of Hard Knocks, I dean it
I done it, as well as a celebrated alumnus
I donate to the campus and my name’s on the arenas
But you can’t bring it to my court
Not even with subpoenas
Cause you can’t play my sport
But you can still cheer-lead us
And you can’t sit there
That section’s for the seniors
And the sexy senoritas
So just move up to the bleachers
How you gonna school me when I grew up with your teachers
I know that you can’t hear me
Cause I blew up all the speakers
And the power line is hanging
Cause I threw up all the sneakers
I ate up the imposters
And I chewed through all the pizzas
I blacked out with a black card
And I maxed out all the Visas
Uhh…Accreditation so prestigious
Just walk across my stage
Your life will be completed
Don’t need financial aid
Cause this is just some free shit
You been properly prepared
Throw your hats up in the air
I’m red hot, Chilly, (Red Hot Chili) I’m Anthony Kiedis
My spirit smells teenage
And Chi-town’s feelin’ excellent
We hit them with the President
See we set the precedent
I don’t feel I’m best
I just feel I’m better than…