Yeah, man, you know, how you doing? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain't nothing to it, ain't nothing to it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Welcome back, you feel me (yeah, yeah, yeah) Ha, Trakk, what up? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and I contort, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and it contorts, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era (Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err) Lies to the judge, rain in the sky And the sea might rise what slides to the mud Sty's to the flies from all kinds of demise Reporting live from the hive and all sides of the sludge One deep meditate, one street separate "Hi" to the Crips, "Goodbye" to the Bloods But it was the Souls, the Lords and GDs Segregated by the street in the Chi' where I was Got wise to the nudge Why buy a tub when they bayou'll flood? Better buy you a sub How you gon' survive in the club? You gon' kayak it 'cause when it rise up above And the waves come in push and the tidals'll shove What's an infrared dot to a whole dot gov? Look right in the eyes of a thug Lil' dumb street shit don't apply to the plug I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and I contort, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and it contorts, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era (Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err) My warning shots headshots, cut off all my dreadlocks I ain't wanna head wash no more What you mean headshot? Nigga said headshots Nigga like a helmet with a GoPro, but I mean Golgo 13, genius 'cause the verse mean 'Member we earthlings, nigga, can you put that in slow-mo? Hope so, headshots Brains in a pan, so that's a no-no Might not get it, but it's dope though, matter fact, loco Surrounded by gang members and a lot of po-po That's real, but it might sound like a joke though Never know, keep both sides in a chokehold I just wanted credit, used to sweat it like show clothes Now I don't even know who wrote those Maybe my ghost knows (boo) but we both cold I done used to write all my ghost flows, wrote each other solos (boo) Now the nigga say he want co-pros Money from the shelves and rights to the logo (boo, boo) "Do you want a lawyer?" No, ho I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and I contort, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and it contorts, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era (Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err) I defend myself in court, yes, yes, this a sport, yes Signals from the source, yeah, twist and contort, yes Feel like I'm a Porsche, just like a Porsche Yes, I'm Carrera (-era, -era, -era, -era) I defend myself in court, yes, yes, this a sport, yes Signals from the source, yeah, twist and contort, yes Feel like I'm a Porsche, just like a Porsche Yes, I'm Carrera (-era, -era, -era, -era) I defend myself in court, yes, yes, this a sport, yeah Signals from the source, yeah, twist and contort, yes Feel like I'm a Porsche, yes, just like a Porsche, yes Yes, it's Carrera (-era, -era, -era, -era)

('Sup?) Yeah Yeah Yeah Uh, ah (let's go) You know wassup now (now) I stroll through the underworld in my up towns 'Til I'm over the hill I push touch-downs, it's over, I'm healed I put my crutch down, my vision is clear The central division is here They should give him a flare Give him a float, then give him the floor Just gimme my ye, gimme a yard I give you a year Lean on the yacht cap, gimme ya oars I'm rappin' the gift and the remedy dog It's what I shimmy down your chimneys for Money drop? (Nah) Your pennies from the penthouse I'm 50-20's from the 12th floor They waitin' on the downfall Of a G, like ground floor But I'ma be like Philly blunt Right here like right ear Grindin' like ground beef 'til me and the ground meet I get it crunk Over the hills and through the hoods we go (hey homie, where are you goin'?) With the F to the I to the A-S-C-O, (hey homie, where you goin' to?) Fi-i-asco (hey homie, where are you goin'?) Hey (can I ride with you?) Where ya' goin'? (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where are you goin'?) (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where you goin' to?) (Lupe) (hey homie, where are you goin'?) Yeah (goin' to) Yeah (uh) They should break in the company and take him in custody For takin' sumthin' so basic and makin' it uppity So publicly, so what if he hold something so stubbornly So grudgingly up in here for something that he does so lovingly From waitin' in the basement so humbly so hungrily Now it's finna get so ugly, so utterly unpretty So witty and so cunningly is he and there's no budgin' me It's like I'm next in line, there's no cuttin' me And it's like I never next to nine I never next in nine, well, I never Hold a rifle like motorcycle You know, where bad chicks sit Keep a .9 around my waist, like ninja back seat I mean I heat pack, like injured athlete So sit on back, before she get on back Over the hills and through the hoods we go (hey homie, where are you goin'?) With the F to the I to the A-S-C-O, yeah (hey homie, where you goin' to?) Fi-i-asco (hey homie, where are you goin'?) Hey (can I ride with you?) Where ya' goin'? (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where are you goin'?) (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where you goin' to?) (Lupe) (hey homie, where are you goin'?) (Goin' to) No where, yeah So as long as I'm right here and as long as there's Nike Airs We gon' get it on as long as light years Or as long as light's here, right here You will last as long as a nice pair of white airs with slight care (nigga) In other words, your career as long as dyke hair Keep it right here, y'all ball fades I'm all braids with white hair All man from a cold land like white bears And I 'on't wanna go back to the bike chair (chair) Then send 'em back when the back of that dyke's there (there) It's Lu, player, well let me back up like endos back of the bikes in the air But this ain't new years (nah), MAC out the window So when you see this player limpin' With the passenger tucked, just follow procedure Swallow your pride, and follow the leader 'cause Over the hills and through the hoods we go (hey homie, where are you goin'?) With the F to the I to the A-S-C-O, uh-huh (hey homie, where you goin' to?) Fi-i-asco (hey homie, where are you goin'?) Hey (can I ride with you?) Where ya' goin'? (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where are you goin'?) (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where you goin' to?) (Lupe) (hey homie, where are you goin'?) (Goin' to) ah, c'mon

Hey, you looking over there I got something to show you if you got the time to spare Equality's the highest and the price is very fair It's honestly the nicest thing that I have ever shared You look like the type that likes a diamond in his ear To walk around the town and be so shiny and revered Come across his boss and be so timely and prepared Look like a million dollars off of signing with the Bears I don't mean to be so deeply inside of your affairs But if I liked getting ripped off, then I'd be over there But that's why I'm over here, with that you should beware I'm only saying this because I really, really care I think it's more a temple, not a stall But no, not a religion, not at all I know it's kind of simple, and it's small But that's 'cause it's the middle of the mall If you wanna show off and just ball Or your intention is the drawers We got credentials for it all Welcome to the middle of the mall You ain't got a budget for these nuggets You can keep it Plain Jane and blow out they brains when you in public The matching ring chain gon' look insane when you untuck it They'll never know the difference, even if you let 'em touch it Now if you are a rapper or a trapper on the job It don't really matter if you get jacked, or you get robbed You can go on, let 'em have it, it's not a factor or a prob' Only thing that's gonna happen, you gon' get attacked by all the blogs Military rolling up, little boy you gon' be shot And you gon' be so attractive on the block Now, it might make you a magnet for the cops But please don't let them haters try and drag you from the top You ain't gotta be a criminal involved Know how to rap or knack for dribbling the ball Or be a prince or an emperor at all Everybody's equal in the middle of the mall We are not the center of applause But secretly the center of the cause This is where the finishers evolve In the middle of the malls Diamonds only worth what you are willing to pay A deceptive game you are killing to play Now I have diamonds, it's odd feeling this way But when they start to sparkle that star-glittering glaze It sways, takes your mind off today's Where preachers can praise AIDS as God killing the gays What a fucking phrase, never ceases to amaze But when he dies from cancer, that's God's mysterious ways Jesus saves, African sold slaves Gabriel's in Afghanistan passing out AKs It's a rage The diamond sometimes are suede's while putting 'em to the blade I have hesitations There, I've put it all on the table, I have my reservations Besides, we'll find something else useless to put our faith in You won't finish this here, we'll pick up after meditation Uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh It seems you've got the spirit of the appalled And you've got the lyrics and the draw I know some people love to hear it how you call You should join us in the middle of the mall I'm cool, man, I've got a watch already Well, excuse me

Socio, 101.5 ¡Buenos días, mi gente! Leticia, aquí, mandándoles saludos donde quiera que estén En Texas, México, Los Ángeles, hasta Colombia, Centro y Sudamérica, Miami, mi pana del Caribe, Barcelona y de regreso a Chicago Les mando besos (Mmmuah) ¡Saludos! Y que este día les traiga amor, dinero, prosperidad ¡Ay, mira no más! ¡Que sorpresa! Nuestro amigo Lupe Fiasco me dejó unas canciones para jugarles ¿Están listos? ¡Ándale, pues! ¡Aquí les va! ¡Drogas! (Yaaay) Dios es mi droga, si no a qué soy adicta Bonita chica, se encuentran de Costa Rica O tal vez Colombia y cantar sobre política Ambiente reggae, esto lucha en tono a esas mujeres Paz, paz, paz, paz sin pistolas (Pistolas) Sólo rosas, es mejor que la coca Coca, tranquilo Señorita, ven para ir a Barranquilla Besos, besos, besos, besos, besos ¿Cómo me veo? ¡Realmente bueno! Bueno, bueno Bueno, bueno Besos, besos, besos, besos, besos ¿Cómo me veo? ¡Realmente bueno! Bueno, bueno Bueno, bueno Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Dios es mi droga, si no a qué soy adicta Bonita chica, se encuentran de Costa Rica O tal vez Colombia y cantar sobre política Ambiente reggae, esto lucha en torno a las mujeres ¡Paz!

What's up, this is Charlie Wilson, a.k.a. your uncle Charlie. I was diagnosed with prostate cancer in 2008. Still fighting; not a winner, not a looser. I'm gonna win the battle. That's right, cancer free What's up, this is Greg and I beat kidney cancer. True story My names Michael, I'm a lung cancer survivor four years in remission My names Bernadette and I beat stage 1 breast cancer I'm Angela, I'm 50 years old, and I've been through 9 surgeries in 3 years. Fuck you cancer. You may have taken my breasts and uterus, but you can never take my heart My names Ann Marie, and I'm living with stage 4 lung cancer My names Kourtney and I beat thyroid cancer This is Kathy Phillips and I beat the living shit out of breast cancer. You definitely picked the wrong bitch to mess with. Fuck you cancer! I'm a survivor baby! Hey my name is Charles Porter, and I had stage 4 hotchkins lymphoma. I went through a year of strenuous chemo, then I had a bone marrow transplant where they gave me salvage chemo, and 5 days twice a day, full body radiation to basically bring my immune system down to nothing. I literally died to stay alive umm... come April I'll be in my 3rd year remission and it was a team effort. All the friends and family I had came together And uhh... I had to keep that mental strong, but umm. We got through it uhh... some fallen soldiers went as I fought uhh... but they'll always be heroes. Peace! If I had a dollar for every time they counted me out And my back was up against the wall I could have died but I came out fighting, fighting Could have died but I came out fighting Could have died but I came out fighting Could have died but I came out fighting (yeah) Could have died but I came out fighting (uhh) With a breast full of lungs she ain't no pun She gonna ride on it like a chopper in a trunk Pink ribbon women she gonna live forever Even though the doctor say she only get a month Said it's my life and you only get it once Once these flowers smell too damn good to be living in the funk So I finna get it in and I finna get a crunk and I finna get the living (a-a-ah) On remission from the jump Breast cancer can't hold me back That's the answer when they told me that It can knock me down but I'm gonna be back Strong, down for whatever exceptional and I don't know how to quit And I never said never you can have that hair cause real talk bitch I think I look better let's do it (do it) Fighter, with everything inside ya Reportin' live from Death Row Drop the charges see the lifer Cell phones and your lighters Need you to put them up higher So when the candles on her birthday cake Might set the on fire, hey If I had a dollar for every time they counted me out And my back was up against the wall I could have died but I came out fighting, fighting Could have died but I came out fighting Could have died but I came out fighting Could have died but I came out fighting (yeah) Could have died but I came out fighting (uhh) Yeah, seven years old with stage four This what champions were made for Only so much fun raises (pain for) So I guess the rest is all on me That will to live against what's out here Killin kids' well kiss my ass it ain't killin' me Got things to paint Got places to go Got things to see Wanna see my moma grow up Hold up, hold up Wanna see my daddy grow up Hold up, Hold up I'm bald headed and brave hearted, I'm small But I'm a hundred feet tall, try to stop me Biopsy after biopsy Chemo, but I'm a king though I shake everything off me Lymphoma can't hold me back It can knock me down but I'm gonna be back Throw some SpongeBob in my hot wheels track I'm a made man, made wishes I ain't scared, I ain't flinching Sorry momma but I gotta say it But where I'm from they don't make bitches Let's do it If I had a dollar for every time they counted me out And my back was up against the wall I could have died but I came out fighting, fighting Could have died but I came out fighting Could have died but I came out fighting Could have died but I came out fighting (yeah) Could have died but I came out fighting (uhh) Went undiagnosed and untreated When they finally found it told em It too far along and he couldn't beat it But he couldn't see it Miss me with that dead talk Miss me my legs walk My heart beats and my wife witness So fuck cancer my life with me And if I died it'd die with me let's do it Fighter, with everything inside ya Reportin' live from Death Row Drop the charges see the lifer Cell phones and your lighters Need you to put them up higher So when the candles on her birthday cake Might set the on fire, hey Might set that thing on fire, yeah Yeah we might set that thing on fire, yeah Yeah we might set that thing on fire Set that thing on fire, set that thing on fire, yeah If I had a dollar for every time they counted me out And my back was up against the wall I could have died but I came out fighting Could have died but I came out fighting