BMF (Building Minds Faster) Lupe Fiasco

[Intro]
Uh-huh
Friend of the People
You see this here?
I mean, I, I Fight Evil, you ain't know, man
Yeah, I mean c'mon
What the fuck do I gotta do?
This one for the fans here, jack
Yeah (Ugh)

[Refrain]
I think I'm Malcolm X, Martin Luther (Luther)
Add a King (King), add a Junior (Junior)
Some Bible verses, couple Sunnahs (Sunnah)
An AK-47, that's a revolution, nigga
Think I'm 2Pac (Pac), Bob Marley (Oh)
Fela Kuti (Kuti), Marcus Garvey
Them the real ones, light a lighter for 'em
Let you know that I'm ridin' for 'em

[Verse 1]
Go on and gimme some, a lil' more beat
Call your friends around, then call the police
I'm ridin' with my flow (Flow), it take up four seats (Seats)
So I'm gon' ghost-ride, but with no sheets
One man by myself (Self)—even then, I'm four deep
Like hotel swimming pools: That's four feet
These niggas like the rooms: so suite
Priceline: so cheap
I'm a cell phone, they some room keys
I'm some shelltoes, they the shoestrings
I turn 'em off (I turn 'em off), I take 'em out (I take 'em out)
I'm Reverend Run with the laces out
My Adidas, so adiós!
All day, I dream, like I'm comatose
That's your ship sinking, and I'm so afloat
I'm T-Pain: I'm on a boat
Not the slave one; DiCaprio's either
Here the waves come—they started in the bleachers
So I'm swag surfing, the pool's getting deeper
You still suite, though—here come them roomkeepers
OK, I'll be the strings, you be the shoes
But guess what? (What?) Now they Jimmy Choos (Oh)
I wear the pants, you Winnie Poohs
Your shit meows, my shit "Awoo!"s
I got a fifth flow, call me "brother-man"
Africa the set—yeah, that's the motherland
For that BP, I shed fifty tears
In Nigeria, that oil been spilling for like fifty years
"Fifty years? Hell naw"
Hell yeah, I'm tryna tell y'all
At this rate, niggas gon' lose
Can't search for water or grow your own food
Tell me what's gon' happen when them stores close (Close)
And ain't gon' open up no more
That's the realest shit—yeah, you gon' feel that
Hunger's your enemy, but you can't kill that
Nigga, wake up, don't join the army
Kill your own peoples, but fear Illuminatis?
And they ain't even real, or are they?
But you ain't even know, because you par-tay—
Too fucking much; if you start to doubt—
They already in your mind, and coming out your mouth
It's not a trick (Nigga), nigga, it's a trap (Trap)
Survival of the fit (Fit) is what they aiming at
And niggas ain't fit (Nope): fat as hell (Yep)
Fat in mind (Yep); body fat, as well
Who use most the drugs? Americans
What's in Afghanistan? Heroin
You think that's by mistake? They can stop that
Don't think you safe, though, because you not Black
Greed is colorblind, so I'm colorblind
They gon' fuck with yours soon as they done with mine
They say I try too hard (Hard), verses overwhelm ('Whelm)
I learned most of this from niggas sitting in jail
Where you think I'm from? I'm from the streets, nigga
Triple OGs told me to teach, nigga
And that ain't made up (Nope), that's a fact (Yep)
They say that gangsta shit is the shit I rap
Look who I attract, look at my inner circle
Bunch of street niggas and a couple Urkels
Look at my fanbase—oh, yes
Fuck what Pro say—look at this protest
Where they do that at? (Huh?) Who they do that for? (For)
Must mean I'm doin' bad, and things is movin' slow (No)
We talkin' revolution on public radio
Then catch me down in Houston, sitting on them eighty-fours
Trae, what's up? ABN
Got your back, nigga, sink or swim
Free Chilly Chill, shake off your masters
Pray to God, build your mind faster