Turnt Up Lupe Fiasco

[Intro]
Enemy of the State
Enemy of the State
Ugh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go, let's go

[Verse 1]
Microphone check, I make 'em all bounce
Every teller in Bank of America—make them all count
You gon' need the whole staff to add up the amount—
It's going to 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 poor like Zone 4, thoughts is deep like Tone Loc
Walk with me like old folk, cross your street a score's goaled
I don't rap—I hockey rink, 'cause my flow is so cold
I am on my "Mhm," they are on they "Oh, no!"
I am really in here; they ain't real like Soul Glo
Don't you know I'm so sure? Them niggas got no glow
Find a master 'fore you can come back into the dojo
Lupe got his mind right; nigga, 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 playing jai-alai
I'll do the register—you just get them fries right
I don't trust America after watching Zeitgeist
Take a look at my stripes: Chest look like a tiger arm
And I'm hot as tiger balm, fire like a five-alarm
And it's set to Tire Barn, get your firefighter on
I ain't worried about you hoes—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!