Friend! Friend!
Lu, cool, no, more doors
Porsche or, no, more doors
Sedan, 4-more, more doors
More doors in that Lord of the Rings, that Frodo ?
You’ll see more war
They want more ?
I’m brougham, no man
Too slow for my program
Need Punk rock, not slow jams
Mosh pits not hold hands
Or slow dance, or romance
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It’s gonna go man
Antlers, antlers
We are more like cannibals [bad word]  [bad word] 
We don’t have to answer to
No king tuts no presidents
This is more like a ritual
Why am I scared of death for?
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Let’s begin this interview
I know you got a lot of questions
I dont have you wanna talk bout
But I can answer, the detective
None of these [bad word] can trace me
I’m gonna let y’all question
This is the beginning of the last cut
I’m tired of getting treated like a step-kid
While I step in, that’s Dosage
From Philly and it’s so sick
He’s my friend, so he’s your friend
It’s who Lupe Fiasco’s with
Wanna know when I’ve gone insane
I just don’t accept defeat
But since I’m nominated, this is gonna be my acceptance speech
Your big bro, requestin’ me
Cause I’m a friend of the people
And I’m next to be in the game
And I don’t hear the referees whistling technically
Dixie, let me sing!
I won’t ever be your slave to the nation
Touche, Lupe, this is history in the making
We so in, Smithsonians with historians
We was there when the story started
Making history before we was artists
You know we’s targets: Tar-get
It’s always star [bad word] Shall we say [bad word] around rap cause we double-park it
Look how many flats the car gets
Take the boots off and throw the tickets in the garbage
Then go to court just to get up in smart [bad word] Tell the [bad word] judge it’s all ours, [bad word]