| Uh, what up y’all!
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| Soundtrack what’s popping baby?
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| Y’all ain’t know, I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco
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| Representing that first and fifteen
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| Jyea, uh!
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| And this one right here
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| I dedicate this one right here
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| To all my homies out there grinding
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| Legally and illegally
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| Hahaha…
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| You know what I’m talking about?
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| So, check it out
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| First got it when he was six
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| Didn’t know any tricks
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| Matter of fact first time he got on it he slipped
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| Landed on his hip
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| And bust his lip
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| For a week he had to talk with a lisp
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| Like THISSSSS
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| Now we can end the story right here
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| But shorty didn’t quit there was something in the air
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| Yea, he said it was something so appealing
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| He couldn’t fight the feeling
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| Something about it He knew he couldn’t doubt it Couldn’t understand it Branded, since the first kick flip he landed
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| Uh, labeled a misfit, a bandit
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| Kakunk Kakunk Kakunk!
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| His neighbors couldn’t stand it so He was banished to the park
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| Started in the morning wouldn’t stop 'til after dark
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| Yea, when they said, «It's getting late in here…
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| … so I’m sorry young man there’s no skating here»
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| And so he kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
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| And away he rolled
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| Just a rebel to the world with no place to go And so he kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
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| So come and skate with me Just a rebel
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| Looking for a place to be So let’s kick… and push… and coast
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| My man got a little older
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| Became a better roller
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| Yea, no helmet, hellbent on killing himself
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| That’s what his mama said, but he was feeling himself
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| Got a little more swagger in his style
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| Met his girlfriend she was clapping in the crowd
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| Love is what what was happening to him now
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| Uh, he said I would marry you
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| But I’m engaged to these aerials and variels
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| And I don’t think this board is strong enough to carry two
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| She said Bow, I weigh 122 pounds
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| Now, let me make one thing clear
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| I don’t need to ride yours
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| I got mine right here
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| So she took him to a spot
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| He didn’t know about
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| Something odd in the apartment parking lot
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| She said I don’t normally take dates in here
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| Security came and said, «I'm sorry there’s no skating here»
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| And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
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| And away they rolled
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| Just lovers intertwined with no place to go And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
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| So come and skate with me Just a rebel
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| Looking for a place to be So let’s kick… and push… and coast
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| Before he knew he had a crew
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| That wasn’t no punk
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| And they spitfire shirts
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| And SB dunks
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| They would push 'til they couldn’t skate no more
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| Office building lobbies wasn’t safe no more
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| And it wasn’t like they wasn’t getting chased no more
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| Just the freedom was better than breathing they said
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| Any escape route they used to escape out
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| When things got crazy
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| They needed to break out
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| They head to any place with stairs
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| Any good grinds
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| The world was theirs
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| Uh, and their four wheels would take them there
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| Until the cops came and said, «There's no skating here»
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| And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick push, coast
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| And away they rolled
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| Just rebels without a cause with no place to go And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick push, coast
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| So come roll with me Just a rebel
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| Looking for a place to be So let’s kick… and push… and coast |