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Lupe Fiasco - All The Way Turnt Up Freestyle Lyrics

Microphone Check, I make em all bounce,
Every Teller in Bank of America, make em all count.
You gone need the whole staff to add up the amount...
It's gonna take to pay me off to keep me out your house,
To keep me in my zone so that I don't zone out.

I'm Rich and Po' like Zone 4, thoughts is deep like Tone Loc,
Walk with me like old folk, 'cross your street a score's goal'ed,
I don't rap I hockey rink... 'cause my flow is so cold!

I am on my "umm hmm, " they are on they "Oh, No! "
I am really in here (hair), they ain't real like Soul Glo.
Don't you know I'm so sho, them n****'s got no Glow,
Find a master for you can come back into the DoJo!
Lupe got his mind right, N**** this is my mic
And I've come to take it all back like MILLER HIGH LIFE!
He must not be tied tight... back against the wall...
He will throw a ball, like he playin' Jai Alai.

I'll do the register, you just get them fries right.
I don't trust America, after watchin' Zeitgeist.
Take a look at my stripes, chest looks like a tiger' arm
And I'm hot as tiger balm, fire like a five-alarm,
[? ] get ya fire-fighter on...

I ain't worried 'bout you hoes (hose). I don't even need to roll.
I turn down your Ex like how you put your tires on.
Once I get these tires on I buy a bomb and tie it on
And ride this around the entire song, find a line to drive it on,
Park it near a metaphor, wait for it, the timer's on,
You can turn your hydrants on, I'll just turn my wipers on,
Wipe it off then wipe me down but don't forget about my bomb!