Lupe Fiasco — You Me Him Her Freestyle

[Lupe Fiasco] Some... snapper is he, in the dirty call me young trapper MD .40 cal gun clapper empty, none matter, none dapper, son rapper MC Too much before so I chatter simply, over any Proteus drum pattern M-P Through your Pro-Tools, modules, and Mac SMPTE Gather round gon' be rather lengthy Its all good new pan rapper is me Nike shoes bandana, Fendi Cadillac black like a Bentley, gotta bat never lack young mack a pimpy While you smacks her down I tap her gently, the chitter-chatter done got her friendly The game I runs like a lapper indeed, can't catch her breath heart patter quickly Whether grippin' a mic or palmin' a pistol I get it well done, Its medium rare to be so raw in the middle Get little be ghost or gone, I am a lawn you can't post up on, No meet with waist I keep toaster on I need more I'm so close to dawn, I can't be blurred out the fo-cus is on (nigga) Y'all kids ain't cuttin the di-jon I pull up to ya car like Grey Poupon rookie Pimpin' in that grey coupe on 20's then I peel off like o-ranges Watch yourself senor's dangerous Whether givin' a whole (hole) or breakin' half if I bring the danger shake it fast, truck... full of holes like Jason's mask No Mystikal, don't miss wit the cal.. 40 that is shorty that is Don't press your luck, accelerators what I press in the truck, I'm so ghetto Elevators ain't lettin' you up, I'm a big boy (Big Boi) everybody in love wit Lu, she you and your cousin too Just Cadillac doors and outta mack 4's, old folks turnin' cataracts toward him I'm so hard to see and so hard to be, hey, can you handle traction, push an Abraham Lincoln or an Andrew Jackson (Paid) Rodgers and Hammerstein, niggas turn into Dodgers when hammers gleam They don't like the words but they'll honor the magazine, I'm the Source of the shit Forty-four in my Jockey draws I'm the horse of this shit but my money never short Niggas there's no eatin' here nigga don't put ya money into forks Niggas its a cold cold world don't put your money in shorts niggas