Lupe Fiasco - Absolute Freestyle lyrics

You know My mind remain on gunplay While y'all n***as sleep like Jermaine on Sunday The heat stay packed like the train on Monday Yes, I lick off the time you gotta be there, (nine) Push by the time that you get off (five) And I pump 8's till I reach lunch break (twelve) It's bout the time that you get home (that's six) That's the gist homes That's the unofficial master plan Minus any unforeseen traffic jams Like my songs carrying the clubs like Bagger Vance Or getting' caught by them long arms Like Mr. Fantastic damn But I can't fade like Fantastic Sams and taper off I'm a better n***a man this is Edward Scissorhands with my back against the wall Till I'm a V12 6er I'm a 130-round clipper As if I was Elton Brand But I could never leave Chicago Unless heavily cargo, my jeans heavily argo My stride is stiff see I rides as if I don't need a helpin' hand, uh Pride is this, never you see I is content I'm slick I slde, I don't slip I ride Don't flip I grind when the sh** hits the fan Like a line drive into the stands The shoe fits the foot the mitt fits the hand Misfits hollow tips hits ya man Swallow nicks when dicks hit the land like Snoop Dogg in his wheelchair But I'm comin' from the Chi And I flip pies 3 14-inch rims and they runnin' on the side West that is, yes, F to the I (West Side) throw it up Now back to the pies Wasn't talking 'bout Snoop Dogg's wheels there I am Farrahkahn with the Heroin Salvatore Ferragamo on my feet Pair of charms 'round my neck Skeleton Vacheron on my arm Gangsta, runnin the streets like marathon With 26 Ks now lemme break it down I'm the leader of the pack That's hard to believe if you fatiguin' in the back I'm back to the master plan I'm up front with the Africans They swallow birds like Sylvester It's the French connector Cooperstown collector Yessuh my lifestyle's the sh** They sh** lifestyles of that sh** Yeah To sum it up I'm having a nice run You have a nice one Peace!