Artist: Lupe Fiasco Album: Enemy of the State: A Love Story Song: Say Somethin' Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org Uh, we just going to keep it going and going until I feel completed and happy about it. You know? Uh, Opus of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his sockets damn clear that Project Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket land Events recent that lit a fire under him like pots and pans rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter cams And you down there in the traffic jam from here I've seen a bunch of fake shit like avid wrestling fans Came up from the bottom of the eye exam, zoom Now I'm like the biggest G off in the room still hard to see me like the truth on TV or the roof from the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling My mama said they need me 'cause, I'm made from the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves they glass is half full so I spit into them like Celie no longer G, now you can see me but your letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) like seaweed C and G but nothing bout me CG It's all real, none of this is green screen +Shut Up and Let Me Go+ just like The Ting Tings I'm feeling like a Mac, standing around a bunch of PCs I've rocked it from the shouters to the soccer moms try to stop what's going on you'll see the back of my hand like the tops of palms I'm balling like the tops of pawns circle of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds Short-footed and War Headed like the tops of bombs Dominoing niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Little Ceaser‘s, uh burning down your Pizza Huts Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think this deep as fuck but this like my weaker stuff they ask "Is this his day-to-day 'cause this is like a week to us?" Mic is shy and speakers blush, I is shy (Chi) and he is up I correct, me is up - no we is up - cause its like two of me and each of us, rapping acid, eat this up A-Town down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is tough West Side riding, lot of niggas salty 'cause 'cause I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough. Everything seamless, WorldStar never seen this NahRight gotta stream this, motherfucking genius Brave and fly, you backboneless and wingless bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they fingers till what they throwing up is meaningless Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's list Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and shit Succotash suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en this a beat eating media blitz pace is getting feverish, pain is growing severe-ish these the peppers Peter picked things are at their easiest, Real Compton city G'in it but I'm from Chicago, house lights, bravos Yeah, I'm just playing....Internet, check!