Lupe Fiasco: Hip-Hop Saved My Live

Dedicate
Dedicate
Uh
This one right here goes out
To my homie with the drink
Nah mean
He said, I write what I see
Write to make it right, don't like where I be
I'd like to make a life to sights on TV
Quite the great life, so nice and easy
See, now you can still die from that
But it's better than not being alive from straps
Agree, a Mead Notebook and a Bic
That clip when it's pushed in a whack ass beat
That's a track that's weak that he got last week
Cause everybody in the stu is like "That's that heat"
A bass heavy melody with a sample from the seventies
With a screwed up hook that went
Stack that cheese
Something, Something, Something...
Stack that cheese
Mother, Sister, Cousin...
Stack that cheese
He couldn't think of nothing...
Stack that cheese
He turns down the beat, Writer's block and peads
Crying from the next room a baby in need
Of some pampers and some food and a place to sleep
That plus a black Cadillac on D's
Is what keep him on track to be a great MC
One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved me
One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved my life
Raps north side so he rocks them braids
Eleven hundred friends on his myspace page
'Stack that cheese' got seven hundred plays
Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay
Open Mic champ two weeks in a row
XD boy with a B-boy flow
Glow like Leroy you should see boy go
Got a daddy serving life and a brother on the road
Best homie in a grave, tatted up while in the cage
Minute maid got his momma working like a slave
Down baby momma who he really had to honor
Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda to
Drive up to Dallas with a open up for amatuers
Let him keep her debit cards so he could put gas in it
Told her when he get home he gon' take her to the galleria
Buy her everything but the mannequins, ya dig
One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved me
One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved my life
His man called, said "Ya time might be now.
They played ya freestyle over Wipe Me Down.
They played it two times, said it might be crowned
As the best thing out the H-Town in a while."
He picked up his son with a great, big smile
Rapped every single word to the newborn child
Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen
And put on another beat and got back to the mission, to
Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods
Keep his lady looking good, have her rolling like she should
Show us home is this'a way, other than that flipping yay
Bail his homie outta jail, put a lawyer on his case
Throw a concert for the school, show the shoulders that it's cool
Throw some candy on the caddy, chucked a duece, and act a fool
Man it feels good when it happens like that
Two days from going back to selling crack, yessir
One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved me
One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved my life
One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved me
One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved my life
Hip Hop has saved my life
Hip Hop has saved my life
Hip Hop has saved my life