Interpret:

Lupe Fiasco

Album:

Touch The Sky

[Lupe Talking] 


Chi-Town, First-N-Fifteenth, F-N-F, Ghostwriter wat up? 


[Verse] 
No question, you ain't gotta A-S-K 
I fly through, pocket full of J-F-K's 
I rise to, the occasion like toast 
Wit toast on the waist, I flood ya watch flooded like a basement 
You and my main foes fold like clean clothes 
Sub-machine holes the size of Shaq rings in between ya eyes like nose 
Pinky mac ring like the song that Peedi Crack sings, "I Propose" 
Dont make me stand up, told you, you aint gotta have ya hands up 
I was like "screw paper"... 
Then I ran 'round touched money, changed my mind 
Mind on my change so I tucked money hands down 
Now, in addition to the semi 
There's paper on the waist like Henry 
And niggaz aint seeing what Im keeping concealed 
They wanna be it, chill; you would leak it if the secret's revealed 
Peep it, might leak it to polices and squeal 
Then you gotta hide money...like, 
Fresh or witness protect 
Went from, best to business execs in less than Four! 
You can get it in the chest like Fresh 
Anything not next to Tec is hidden in the floor 
So act like u Denzel or Rudy Ray Moore 
Wait, theres more: 
Let me ,catch you tappin my floor like Savianna Moss 
Hope u like the sound of hollow i got more 
I black out like DOS, How u gonna back out? 
There's no back doors, like Porshe 
Or course, it's the Boss, Tony Danza of Stanza 
Springsteen of sixteens... 
It's nothin sweet, it's Lupe 
I am white people's Kool-Aid, its mean 
The balla wit the goggles like Kareem 
From Chicago wit the models on the scene 
Duck fellas, 
Betta get down like duck feathers 
A rhyme or a crushed pepper 
A grinder yeah thats much better 
You a, dice game Im a casino man 
Hustla for life, u hear the lingo and 
Find me covered in ice like Encino Man 
Only one missing is Pachino man...Get it? HA-HA!