Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco Tim Westwood Freestyle Full lyrics

[Verse 1] I feel a little bit forgiven, Thank God Allow me this day I feel so high when I be living They can't stop me, know how Uh uh, no way I don't play, me and Tim, me and him We rocks out, L U P do that No shoes, just some socks out Relaxing in the club, DJ'ing Playbacking, everything that I do They don't know what happen They be trying, I deny them at the bucket I say f** it If they want it than they love it If they don't than they can s** it And, what I mean by it You should re-try it I'm on my Dean, you be on a dean-diet And I dont even like it Everytime you rap it, I swear I close my eyes I wish I could close my ears from this racket I ain't having it, I tennis while you bin it I stay on it, I strong as Popeye with some spinach You as long as short something You be tryna ten it see I ain't going HAM, I'm going bacon, going pig I'm going whole cow, look at me, what I did You wish you could, but you just kid I'm a grown man on it, my own man on it Come in your house, now your home damn haunted See everybody dead, bullet holes in the head But I ain't k** em, I hit em with the flow instead My flow like bullets, they like hollow tips I wish you would if you could, if you would try it But you can't so back to denying the They be lying ah I be so up on my truthless and I'm so ruthless Ferrari top down yeah I got like four of those And my Ferrari so clean it got four doors Only got two LUP on that new sh** New Ferrari 400i, that blue kit So I got my rims and my watch and my rings on Yeah I got my bling on Go ahead and sing songs If you want I tell no tales and no lies I drop no dimes on my homies I keep them alive behind the bar Shout to Chilly chill, I'm so really real And the streets so deep, you wish that I wasn't but I am cousin God damn he be buzzing No weed no liquor, MD offa something See my brain just flows and see just how I goes And I'm from Chicago and I'm letting n***as know You can cut it out and scratch it or baste it Or send it through the strainer but please don't waste it Make sure you clean the plates when I'm done cooking I'm Lil B, I am big ME, you little he, ahh Sometin' better, theres none of that, I'm running rap Everything around it like hustling trap, stuntin that Everything you bad at, I do so well Then I eat the whole beat than put it on sale That means I put it out to sea You never get it back It's only coming back to me, uh Indeed, it's the LUP, Tim Westwood on our BBC Business [Verse 2] Flip the beat up and bring me another track Some of that, uh, some up all up under that Bring the sun back, that be me I'm so on fire So higher like the moon and I will not retire But maybe soon but, maybe that will be that noon uh Then I wake you up for it and pace you up for it Uh, if you got it take you up on it You can roll the dice but, promise you don't want it See, you ain't really on it, you be on some other sh** I be on some wonky sh** and be on some tonky sh** Takin' it and walking' it, L U P be stalking' it Round the corner dressed up, so tight, no light Unlike anybody ever seen too clever Flowing off the top of the dome to whoever's beat Uh, and whoever's neat I'm nicer I'm more bling, more clean, more play - no dice uh No dice cuz, see I don't roll that Don't believe in luck just bringin' confidence Constantly, consequence of tryna defy is not nice You be so dead, uh - twice k** 'em again, and again, and again The adrenaline that's flowing up in him Uh, and you know it something special It's damn near incredible I should eat this Uh-uh uh, uh I lost my way but I'm back up on my path A rapping wrath, a chaos spiting Uh, It's more gripping It's more intelligent and more thrilling Than anything that they can do even though they top billing See, I be underdoggin', I be underloggin' Uh, it's something special someone better off them It's damn near awesome but more like incredible You can't eat me n***a I am so unedible But if you swallow it's like swallowing gla** I eat you it's like swallowing gra** Got a belly full of doo You can't stomach got a belly full of hope The audacity of them to think they rapidly ascend I'm so aggressive or in the rage I take them off the stage Skytel I bring it back just got a page I'm like Tron, step up in the [?] it's the Don See what' going on and in my own world You can keep your home girl I got the whole world In my hands in my palms, uh something like a bomb Around the chest of some suicide vest, nah It's Vietnam here, you keep it calm there Cause you don't want none of this with ya I hit ya, and git ya, split you, and brake it down Bag it up, go to the hood take a route Uh, take another shot, take another three These are all bars [?] music and you can't see And can't beat what I am, that's a A+ Uh, I hope God wanna save us If they won't save you Play too damn much messing with the homeboy, ya Uh, uh that L U P n***a Yea, yea, fire flame spitta Uh, uh that L U P n***a Yea, yea, fire flame spitta [Verse 3] Fire flame spitta On another track, don't want none of that With no water and no slaughter No breaks I just continue on, with no takes I keep going, I keep flowing, no stopping that And see everybody watching that See I got the lock so I'll be locking that, you can't get the keys Especially from me, I keep them so excited in my pocket You'd better watch it, and matter of fact you'd better stop it I'm too hot, better hopscotch it and go up down the block You might catch a shot, one two Blat, blat, blat - My flow is like...Heckler and Koch Hit you up straight n***as aiming for your face when I come through... I ain't hitting hearts, I'm just aiming for the brains Trying to make'em smarter and take'em out of danger's way And say maintain today I show the shorties how to maintain the way so righteous The nicest and do it like is priceless, iceless No, I got a couple those watches and a couple cars And I keep a couple flows and a couple bars And I keep a couple hoods and a couple stars In my back pocket and you can back watch it You better backstop it like it's cricket I keep a wicket googly when I stick it, be like the Batman, hitcha You can come through just like don't pitch it out I'll knock it out the park, it'll be so dark By the time I'm done, there'll be no sun There'll be no one, see the crowd so empty I'll still be there rhyming, see it don't tempt me I don't feel guilty either, I feel so filthy when I roll Flowing like ether, burning n***as down Turning n***as' worlds around and show them there's better ways to get it down Yeah, yeah, it feeling like an iPod Look at my god and bow my head down to heaven I pray to the East, I try to do it seven times a day Do it my way, may god forgive me for the prayers that I didn't do And for the fasts that I didn't fast I hope you make my success last longer than the rest of them Or if not keep me so intelligent that I stay beyond it and don't care about their success or their chains I don't care nowhere, but I do care about you, don't ever let'em doubt you Don't ever let them try to put a mouth to the violence The silence that I bring is so deafening to the ears and the eyes And they can watch if they want to See it's gonna haunt you The ghosts of the past come through so fast You lay'em down but they can't, you try and put it in the trash But it jumps out the garbage and still returns to be the hardest on the market Lup