Lupe Fiasco — Crosshairs Freestyle

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Yeah, message from the DOOM fans Whoops, who left the whips for the coon's hands? I heard they want equity in the broom brands Royalties from the cotton fields, 40 acres of moon land Scram, quick before the portal ends Mind the coral, especially around your dorsal fins Could be horrible, you can go from adorable to barely morgue-able I'm just warning you of possible injuries If you wanna live long as centipedes You gotta learn how to make lemonade to lemon trees Going rate's five dollars a sip Pro tip, no rips, I only smoke when the Pope's picked Take the whole trip, with the old swole swift Ex-dread locked, headlock with both pits Living off borrowed time, the clock tick faster MCs in the class, observe the slick master Master of man kept a handle on the craft Like a fondue of fine-blended words that you love like a Mom Duke Verbal diversion for the pocket-pick To fund your favorite main chick used whip shopping trips It's carefully constructed Precisely overseen and then merrily conducted Plus, barely interrupted, rarely ever fucked with DOOM make a Midas out of everything he touches And that's how the vibe goes Two trails of rust running from out of the eye holes Been crying like a grown man I promise to make rappers snatch mics outta they own hands Exactly how you taught us We'll take it from here, look how far you brought us DOOM