Lupe Fiasco - Dead Presidents Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1] No question, you ain't gotta A-S-K I fly through, pocket full of J-F-Ks I rise to, the occasion like toast With totes on the waist And I flood your watch flooded like a basement man You and my main foes fold like clean clothes Sub-machine holes the size of Shaq rings in between your eyes like nose Pinky mac ring like the song that Peedi Crack sings, I Propose Don't make me stand up, told you You ain't gotta have your 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 n***as ain't seeing what I'm 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 exec in less than 4! You can get it in the chest like Fresh Anything not next to Tec is hidden in the floor So act like you Denzel or Rudy Ray Moore Wait, there's more: Let me catch you tappin' my floor like Savion or Morse Hope you like the sound of hollow, I got more I black out like DOS, how you gonna back out There's no back doors, like Porsche 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, it's mean The baller with the goggles like Kareem From Chicago with the models on the scene Duck fellas Better get down like duck feathers A rhyme or a crushed pepper A grinder yeah that's much better You a, dice game I'm a casino man Hustler for life, you hear the lingo and Find me covered in ice like Encino Man Only one missin' is Pacino, man Get it, ha ha