[Elle Goulding]
 I had a way then, losing it all on my own
 I had a heart then but the Queen has been overthrown
 And I’m not sleeping now
 The dark is too hard to beat
 And I’m not keeping now the strength I need to push me
 You show the lights that stop me, turn to stone
 You shine it when I’m alone
 And so I tell myself that I’ll be strong
 Dreaming when they’re gone

Cause they’re calling, calling, calling me home
 Calling, calling, calling home
 You show the lights that stop me, turn to stone
 Shine it when I’m alone

[Verse 1 - Lupe Fiasco]
 So, what do you bunches stand for?
 Dreads in the sky, I and I
 2 new Vans on a Land 4
 Take that back, make that 2 new shoes on a van floor
 Me and my band out on that road
 On a never-back-down-from-a-stance tour
 Yeah, touch more souls than a dancefloor
 While they touch less tours than a hand or
 Ceiling fan or wait, let me tell ya slower
 Lift my fans up to the to the ceiling
 And you’ll never touch the floor
 Now if Noah need a rower, I’ll be there with my oar
 Til we get back to the shore
 Dad made me a soldier, GI Joe to these Cobras
 Tryna FBI my panther, CIA my sankofa
 Infiltrate my Carter, illuminate my culture
 While they watching through that bunker
 But I stay up on my hustle
 Turn that belt back on theyself
 Now I watch them scream for help
 Like Africa need aid, or black women as maids
 Uncover undercovers turn those maids to brothers mothers
 Take the hero out the Nino, keep it real as treble trouble huh?
 Or maybe cartoon Martin on the boondocks
 Flip the script on chicks who think they [bad word] smells like perfume shops
 Half them girls find beauty without a magazine or movie
 She Delilah with them 45 or Keisha with that Uzi
 Now I know that’s contradiction, wants and needs [bad word]  But it’s hard to stay on point with such extremes in opposition
 While we waiting on [bad word]  proceed with that conscious eye
 New gang alert: hashtag #occupies
 Repping to the death of me, FnF what’s left in me
 All my hate is for the fake recipes for wrestling
 Only time I wrestle’s when I’m wrestling with settlin’
 Only way I settle if we wrestle over everythig
 I know that don’t mix like ecstasy and ketamine
 Funny how I’m only sick if you never catch a thing
 Argue with your friends over what really the record means
 Back and forth about it’s course, with professor’s refereeing
 Why he so rebellious? Up-front with his realness?
 They wanna be Fiasco’s, reproduce his failures
 Emperor is his alias, but not Marcus Aurelius
 This is more like Sparta: kick you down a well, kid
 And on my last check, I copped that NSX just like Pharrell did
 Well did, better doings [bad word]  My only promise is I’ll [bad word] the young
 I’ll never human and sung lyrics in a spirit thats
 super human to some, keep you pursuin’ the sum of
 Slums, plus, get up outta them, plus never forget
 This is where you from plus
 Make sure that you ballin when [bad word] back up in them, plus
 We don’t die, multiply, every [bad word] up
 [bad word] pum-pum-yup

[Hook]