Lupe Fiasco — National Anthem

[Verse 1] Your attention, please! Your attention, I need it So I can sit you in a position from which I see it Where I'm seated is scenic Heavy-weighter, slim as the Machinist, so bulimic Which means you somewhere in between it I take it back for you like the Wyld Stallyns of San Dimas I'm in the market for low-mile 360 Modenas And a good organic cleaners My car always a winner Your car's always pitted, we should call it Stanley Steamers Most of my friends in gangs My new nickname is Genghis Khan But without the 'Ye, but his last name's my side I ride with the meanest, I'm armed to the teeth You're Venus and you've never been to the dentist School of Hard Knocks, I dean it I done it, as well as a celebrated alumnus I donate to the campus and my name's on the arenas But you can't bring it to my court not even with subpoenas Cause you can't play my sport but you can still cheerlead us And you can't sit there, that section's for the seniors And the sexy señoritas, so just move up to the bleachers How you going to school me when I grew up with your teachers I know that you can't hear me 'cause I blew up all the speakers And the power line is hanging 'cause I threw up all the sneakers I ate up the im-pastas and I chewed through all the pizzas I blacked out with a black card and I maxed out all the Visas Accreditation so prestigious, just walk across my stage Your life will be completed Don't need financial aid, 'cause this is just some free shit You been properly prepared, throw your hats up in the air I'm red hot, Chilly, I'm Anthony Kiedis My spirit smells teenage, and Chi-Town's feeling excellent We hit them with the President, see, we set the precedent I don't feel I'm best, I just feel I'm better than... [Chorus: Sample] "Everyone Everyone around here Everyone is so near It's holding on It's holding on" [Verse 2] See I don't disagree, this is just a grievance This ain't dissing, this is civil disobedience How you going to make hip-hop without all the ingredients? Lot of mouths to feed, plus a lot of greediness And that greed, outshines the neediness What niggas need is some question they authority And tune out all the TV shit And we be this So I give them more, you see, I did it for... [Chorus: Sample] Everyone Everyone is so near Everyone has got the fear It's holding on It's holding on [Verse 3] Yeah, I am back up on the airwaves Feeling like a Soldier and I ain't talking where the Bears play Flair, look how I Fred Astaire down the staircases It's finna be a hair-raising tortoise versus hare race So you should hang around here like some earrings I know attention's all about how you pair things So when I want them to hear me out I just sit them next to some pictures of Rosa splitting with her titties out And what's written on her titties is what it's really about Then her vagina is some poor kids from China Nipples, nuclear missiles Ass is a daughter without a dad, back is like Afghanistan, Iraq Health care hair, drive-by thighs, education lips, HIV eyes Environment feet, justice get her so wet Brains get you brains, you can fuck her if you protest But before you bust in her face Finish listening to the tape; Enemy of the State