Lupe Fiasco Hip-Hop Saved My Life (feat. Nikki Jean) (Explicit Album Version) Lyrics

He said, I write what I see
Write to make it right, don't like what I be
I like to make it like the sights on TV
Quite the great life so nice and easy,
See, now you can still die from that
But it's better than not being alive from straps.
Agreed, a Mead notebook and a Bic that click when its pushed and a whack a__ beat.
That's a track thats weak that he got last week
'Cause everybody in the studio's like that's that heat
A bass-heavy medley with a sample from the 70s with a screwed up hook that went "Stack that cheese"
Somethin somethin somethin "Stack that cheese"
Mother sister cousin "Stack that cheese"
He couldn't think of nothin' "Stack that cheese"
He turns down the beat, writter's block impedes
Cryin' from the next room a baby in need of some pampers and some food and a place to sleep
That plus a black Cadillac on D's
Is what keeps him on track to be a great emcee.
Yeah.

Chrous
One you never heard of I,
Push it hard to further the
Grind, I feel like murder but,
Hip Hop just saved me
One you never heard of I,
Push it hard to further the
Grind, I feel like murder but,
Hip Hop just saved my life

Reps North side so he rocks them braids
Eleven-hundred friends on his Myspace page
"Stack that cheese" got seven-hundred plays
Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay
Open mic champ 2 weeks in a row
Ex D boy with a B Boy flow
Glow like LeRoy you should see boy go
Got a daddy servin' life and a brother on the 'row
Best homie in the grave, tatted up in the cage
MinuteMaid got his momma workin like a slave
Downed baby momma who he really had to honour
Cause she was his biggest fan even let him use her Honda
To drive up to Dallas went to open up for amatuers
Let him keep her debit card so he could put gas in it
Told her when he get on he gon' take her to the galleria
Buy her everything but the manicans, ya dig

His man called said your time might be now
They played your freestyle over "Whipe me down"
They played it 2 times, said it might be crowned
As the best thing out the H-Town in a while
He picked up his son with a great big smile
Rapped every single word to the new born child
Then he put him down and got back to the kitchen
Put on another beat and got back to the mission
To get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods
Keep his lady lookin' good, have her rollin' like she should
Show his homies there's a way, other than that flippin' yay'
Bail his homie out of jail, get a lawyer on his case
Throw a concert for the school, show the soldiers that its cool
Throw some candy on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool
Now it feels good when it happens like that
2 days from goin' back to sellin' crack, yessir