I take it back for you like the Wild Stallions (Wyld Stallyns) of San Dimas
Im in the market for low-mile 360 Medinas
And a good organic cleaners
My car always a winner
Your cars 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 names my side
I ride with the demeanors (the meanest)
Im armed to the teeth
Youre Venus and youve 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 names on the arenas
But you cant bring it to my court
Not even with subpoenas
Cause you cant play my sport
But you can still cheer-lead us
And you cant sit there
That sections 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 cant 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

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
UhhAccreditation so prestigious
Just walk across my stage
Your life will be completed
Dont need financial aid
Cause this is just some free shit
You been properly prepared
Throw your hats up in the air
Im red hot, Chilly, (Red Hot Chili) Im Anthony Kiedis
My spirit smells teenage
And Chi-towns feelin excellent
We hit them with the President
See we set the precedent
I dont feel Im best
I just feel Im better than

[Chorus: Thom Yorke/Radiohead]
Everyone Everyone Around Here
Everyone is so near
So alone So alone

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
See I dont disagree
This is just a grievance
This aint dissin
This is civil disobedience
How you gon make hip-hop
Without all the ingredients?
Lot of mouths to feed
Plus a lot of greediness
And that greed, outshines the neediness
What n-ggas need is some question they authority
And tune out all the TV sh-t
And we be this
So I give em more
You see I did it for

[Chorus: Thom Yorke/Radiohead]
Everyone Everyone is so near
Everyone has got the fear
So alone So alone

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Yeah I am back up on the airwaves
Feelin like a Soldier, and I aint talking where the Bears play
Flair, look how I Fred Astaire (further stair) down the staircases
Finna be a hair-raisin tortoise versus hare race
So you should hang around here (hair) like some earrings
I know attentions 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 whats written on her titties is what its 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 f-ck her if you protest
But before you bust in her face, finish listenin to the tape
Enemy of the State
[End]