Fort Minor feat. Lupe Fiasco & Holly Brook Be Sombody Lyrics

Ugh, M.S., Lupe
You know I'm a fan, man, I'm a real fan
Gonna be somebody
Feel real honored to be up in here, you know I'm saying?
Gonna be someone
They had to bring out the expensive mics for this one
Gonna be somebody
You know I'm saying the $7,000 headphones for this one here, know I'm sayin'?
Gonna be someone
Come on, talk to me

This is a story of them against us, win or lose
Forcing your feet into someone else's shoes
Everybody's got something to say
That we ought to live their way, what we're doing's not okay
In this world, everybody's got a chip
On both sides of the neck, got no respect, wait up a sec
You ever feel like the pressure's too much to take? Too much weight?
Ladies and gentlemen, if anybody can hear me right now, please shout back
We're not the only ones feeling so trapped in the dream of somebody else
In fact, they got their heads full of some overblown scheme
Opportunity they missed back when they were sixteen
And all they want to do is push you to be that
And all you want to do is scream back

Gonna be somebody
For anybody telling me I can't, yeah
Gonna be someone
For anyone who told me I had no chance
Gonna be somebody
I'm telling you the time has come, like that
Gonna be someone
And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done

We don't sleep to dream, we sleep to build stamina
Energy to do our thing, get your camera
Cause this ride is about to begin
Sit down and buckle it in, let me say it again
In this world, everybody's got a chip
On both sides of the neck, got no respect, wait up a sec
When I was young, they said the odds of making it were slim to none
Ladies and--f___ it, I'm tired of them saying the dream you have doesn't exist
Telling you you're worthless, saying you should quit
Basically telling you that you'll never be s___
Really, they're p___ed cause they'll never acheive
Some opportunity they missed back when they were sixteen
And all they want to do is push you to be that
And all you want to do is scream back

Uh, did God think you're crazy mumbling to yourself in the basement all day
Uh, uh, uh and to yourself, my pops didn't dig it with shovelin it to myself
My boys used to get it, they dug it because they felt
My undertakin' took me, I was making in my stealth
A wealth of rhymes of crazy, I would chuckle to myself
Then they went into the mental rolodex
See I'm 'bout heart like my brain in my chest
And I took 'em to school where subjects were getting felt
Books under my seat, notebook layin on my desk
My teacher's like "Mr. Jacko?", "Yes?"
"With all that knowledge, you ain't trying to college?
Be a lawyer or a doctor, and get a whole lot of dollas?
Rather degrade woman and glorify violence?"
Well, work that works for me might not work for you
No homework? I got work to do