| [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 Wyld Stallyns of San Dimas
 I'm in the market for low-mile 360 Modenas
 And a good organic cleaners
 My car always a winner
 Your car's always pitted
 We should call it Stanley Steamers
 Most of my friends in gangs
 My new nickname is gang is con/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 cheerlead 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 going to 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/pasta
 And I chewed through all the pizzas
 I blacked out with a black card
 And I maxed out all the Visas
 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 feeling 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
 
 [Chorus: Thom Yorke/Radiohead]
 Everyone, everyone around here
 Everyone is so near
 So alone, so alone
 
 [Lupe Fiasco]
 See I don't disagree
 This is just a grievance
 This ain't dissing
 This is civil disobedience
 How you going to make hip-hop
 Without all the ingredients?
 Lot of mouths to feed
 Plus a lot of greediness
 And that greed, outshines the neediness
 What niggas need is some question they authority
 And tune out all the TV shit
 And we be this
 So I give them more
 You see I did it for
 
 [Chorus]
 
 [Lupe Fiasco]
 Yeah, I am back up on the airwaves
 Feeling like a Soldier and I ain't talking where the Bears play
 Flair, look how I Fred Astaire down the staircases
 Fixing to be a hair-raising tortoise versus hare race
 So you should hang around here/hair like some earrings
 I know attention's all about how you pair things
 So when I want them to hear me out
 I just sit them next to some pictures of Rosa splitting with her titties out
 And what's written on her titties is what it's really about
 Then her vagina is some poor kids from China
 Nipples nuclear missiles
 Ass is a daughter without a dad
 Back is like Afghanistan, Iraq
 Health care hair, drive-by thighs
 Education lips, HIV eyes
 Environment feet
 Justice get her so wet, brains get you brains
 You can fuck her if you protest
 But before you bust in her face, finish listening to the tape
 Enemy of the State
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