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 ? It's gonna go man Antlers, antlers We are more like cannibals Follow rules, what rules? 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? ? 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 dicks 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 shit Shall we say hot-wired Run 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 shit Tell the motherfucking judge it's all ours, bitch