Lupe Fiasco — BMF Building Minds Faster

[Intro] Uh-huh Friend of the People Yeah, I mean c'mon What the fuck do I gotta do This one for the fans here, jack [Refrain] I think I'm Malco;m X, Martin Luther Add a King, add a Junior Some Bible verses, couple Sunnahs An AK-47, that's a revolution, nigga Think I'm 2Pac, Bob Marley Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey Them the real ones, light a lighter for 'em Let you know, that I'm ridin' for 'em [Verse 1] Go'n' gimme some, a lil' more beat Call your friends around, then call the police I'm ridin' with my flow, it take up four seats So I'm gon' ghost-ride, but with no sheets One man by myself, even then I'm four deep Like hotel swimming pools, that's four feet These niggas like the rooms, so suite Priceline, so cheap I'm the cell phone, they the room keys I'm some shelltoes, they some shoestrings I turn 'em off, I take 'em out I'm Reverend Run, with the laces out Adidas, so adios All day, I dream, like I'm comatose That's your ship sinking, and I'm so afloat I'm T-Pain, I'm on a boat Not the slave one, DiCaprio's either Hear the waves come, they started in the bleachers So I'm swag surfing, the pool's getting deeper You still sweet, though, here come them roomkeepers OK, I'll be the strings, you be the shoes But guess what? Now they Jimmy Choos I wear the pants, you Winnie Poohs Your shit meows, my shit "Awoo!" I got a fifth flow, call me brother-man Africa the set, yea that's the motherland For that BP, I shed fifty tears In Nigeria, that oil been spilling for like fifty years "Fifty years? Hell naw" Hell yeah, I'm tryna tell y'all At this rate, niggas gon' lose Can't search for water or grow your own food Tell me what's gon' happen when them stores close And ain't gon open up no more Yeah, that's the realest shit You gon' feel that, hunger's your enemy But you can't kill that Nigga, wake up, don't join the army Kill your own peoples, but fear Illuminatis And they ain't even real, or are they? But you ain't even know, because you par-tay— Too fucking much, if you start to doubt They already in your mind, and coming out yo mouth It's not a trick, nigga, it's a trap Survival of the fit is what they aiming at And niggas ain't fit, fat as hell Fat in mind; body fat, as well Who use most the drugs? Americans What's in Afghanistan? Heroin You think that's by mistake? They can't stop that Don't think you safe, though, because you not Black Greed is colorblind, so I'm colorblind They gon' fuck with yours soon as they done with mine They say I try too hard, verses overwhelm I learned most of this from niggas sitting in jail Where you think I'm from? I'm from the streets, nigga Triple OGs told me to teach, nigga And that ain't made up, nope, that's a fact They say that gangsta shit is the shit I rap Look who I attract, look at my inner circle Bunch of street niggas and a couple Urkels Look at my fanbase, oh, yes Fuck what Pro say, look at this protest Where they do that at? Who they do that for? Must mean I'm doin' bad, and things is movin' slow We talkin' revolution on public radio Then catch me down in Houston, sitting on them 84s Trae, what's up? ABN Got your back, nigga, sink or swim Free Chilly Chill, shake off your masters Pray to God, build your mind faster [Hook] I think I'm Malcolm X, Martin Luther Add a King, add a Junior Couple Bible verses, and some Sunnahs An AK-47, that's a revolution (Nigga) Think I'm 2Pac, Bob Marley Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey Them the real ones, light a lighter for 'em If you ain't know, I'm riding for 'em