Released: October 13, 2010

Featuring: Sir Michael Rocks B.o.B Dayne Jordan Diggy Blu Chuck Inglish Lupe Fiasco Charles Hamilton Asher Roth

Songwriter: B.o.B Diggy Dayne Jordan Chuck Inglish Sir Michael Rocks Asher Roth Lupe Fiasco Blu Charles Hamilton

Producer: The Neptunes

[Asher Roth]
My aura takes the form of the aurora borealis
Or a floral pattern, more or less a forest to your salad
The neural path I’ve traveled has immediate reaction
Can’t you see that I am beaming? I’ll be leaving in a second
Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions
At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action
A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present
The rest of me is heavenly, the seventh house’s zenith
Yes, the fence intimidates, it’s meant to keep you out
But let your senses resonate and leap it in a bound
Cause freedom isn’t found inside a visa or a crown
And even the voice of reason couldn’t speak it out loud
But mortals are immortal when their soul has been imported
To a source that is more sovereign, important to the whole
This is the warmest moment of a poet turned heroic
As he slowly comes to focus, go ahead and watch me glow

[Charles Hamilton]
Rey Mysterio flow, staying clear
Of makeup-smeared hating queers, making clear this is spiritual
Throw a spear at you all (pew!), church final
Your funeral in an arena, you searching for fire (shh)
Or titles (whoa), or tidal waves (uh)
Tie the game like a shot from outside when it’s 95 to 98
The throw slid into you left-side broke (niggas) (beam)
Boa constrictor, choking (niggas), the grown man (beam)
Pause mean your controllers get broken (niggas) (beam)
Anarchy in the Ford, you need to focus (niggas) (Beam)
Love, I get none, like saying no to niggas
Hamiltonian’s loneliness, so I hold my (beam) (niggas)
I logged on to see a c-section, a gross display
Sleep never, and Rolaids, deep lessons won’t go away
I keep pressing like my phone is afraid
To be a star, so I end it and pound it, see what the code can say

[Lupe Fiasco]
C-C-C-Calling all the good rappers, had to get my crew together
Fire like the fire-flower, flier than the super feather
Superman with two propellers, enter that, ninja rap
You can call it Super Shredder, boss scene, Ross theme
You can call it super better, new to this, Ludacris
Foolishness, Lu been doing this since super letters
So I can’t spell and can’t mail it out
If you can’t feel, it’s too full, you can’t peel it out
Showboating at the show, but you can’t sell it out
I’m on the sea shepherd deck, helping the whales out
All my egos in the mirror, checking themselves out
Tweeters in the trunk, helping the twelves out
The speakers on bump, the rappers on acne
This track is what would happen if the rasslers met the mathletes
Yes sir, then the Chess Club got dressed up
And went and took all the bitches of the athletes

[Chuck Inglish]
Big up to what’s been up, nigga
Pin-ups from when we clicked up and posed for these pictures
Good, nd the kids connected up, and they clicked snap
Hollering, “Yeah, we weighed it on the iPhone scale app!”
Without fail, the best to ever do it just will
Haven’t done it all, but we got copied real well, though
But it ain’t no sweat, I got a whole outfit
And a new fitted cap that I ain’t wore out yet
(Check, check, check) And I’m beamin’
Yeah, and I seen it, like a twenty-seven inch Zenith
Projected widescreen, now they got it 3D
Now we NBA’d up from development leagues

[Mikey Rocks]
Ayo, they pale in comparison to stories we tell
Man, he see me on the hovercraft and he got a sail
Bubble-ass Brenda, stacked up in the window
Of whatever ‘Lac truck pick her up, retail
Nigga, what? It just hit me like a Mack truck semi
On my last trip to Sydney in the Sheraton lobby
Grab my coattails and get a grip (grab ‘em) You want the truth?
Well, the truth is, this is it, pointing out the differences
This is exquisite shit, riveting, isn’t it?
Lizard king loafers on swoll' when I’m kicking it
Joe, the live nigga, real rig-a-marole
You a handshake away, and them fingers is cold

Boom! Touch art, lush heart, brush my niggas’ shoulder off
Now that blessed soldier know that protocol, show me y’all’s
Maybe not, play me not, say we not remote at all
Roger that, scholars back, solid black, go God
Gobble gats, go hard, condom snapped, so raw
Pompous asshole, flash flow, turn your soul on
So gone, strode strong through your lawn ’til the dawn
Tell your mom, name another real as John, kill a song
‘Cause when you feel it, and it make your ass chill and calm
Paying more than just attention for that glass I’m sipping on
Dog, I would travel half the globe to kiss a broad
Kidding, ma? Scratch backs, bringing out them kitten paws
And pull a bottle out that cabinet while the kitchen’s warm
Back to attending business, do not lay them digits wrong
Dipping all gangsta, but a renegade, no Crip or John
This is Blu, shit is true, pyramid, period

[Diggy Simmons]
I know what you’re thinking, thinking I do not belong
Tell me Diggy ain’t beamin’, 'course I should be on this song
Yeah, I’m a child of God, my reflection is on
Yeah, I’m only 15'n, but my sixteens is strong
Didn’t want me to shine, now we sharing the stage
Twice as good as you rhyme, only half of your age
So the question remains, and it ain’t even how
Got that Verizon flow, are you hearing me now?
Word to Wasalu, they was saying my future was dark
I had the fame, but my name was missing the art
So I’m drawing the line, and I’m crossing my Ts
And I’m dotting my Is, barely catching my Zs
But I’ll be good by the morning, on my global grind like JoJo
They be looking at what I’m putting on and
So fly, so fresh at the Soho
Most niggas don’t know though
They can catch me on the first flight
Been working on a new mixtape, I got a call from Lupe
But I did it for the love, no check, mate

When people said I couldn’t, I wouldn’t, I made them believers
I come from the school of hard knocks and overachievers
From the City of Brotherly Love, they saying we need you
To be the voice of the people and go against all this evil
Some of them hate it, but I made it, so I’m never concerned
About what they be talking about, I’ve lived and I’ve learned
With my dream and my drive, I determined my turn
In this business, because I’m in control, meeting adjourned
I said, “It’s Third Degree, y’all heard of we?
I’m Dosage, have you heard of me?”
I come from the bottom, so the top where I deserve to be
Where people say, "It doesn’t matter to me much"
I was on the Steppin' Lasers tour, and man, I shook it up
That was random, but so what? Life is a war, better load up
If you against me, come correct
I am the bomb, watch me blow up (Boom!)
Right before your eyes, forget about the dividends
I just want to say I remember when

Well, it’s B to the O, O to the B
You know it’s the flow, you know that it’s me, I flow to this beat
As easy as going to the store and holding receipts
And folding them neat, I’m focused as focused can be
You know I got phobias, please, approach me with peace
Or things could get heated and you’ll get ferociously beat
Speaking of "ferociously beat," you know that girl ‘Nique?
You know she’s a freak
But anyway, back to what I’m supposed to be
Saying all over this beat, you know that we Gs
You see all the crowns, you know that we kings
You notice the rings
Everywhere we go, we roll with the team, yeah
And you know that we lasers, so you know that we beam
It’s the All-City varsity, hard-headed squad
We playing y’all spades, y’all handle y’all cards
But we ain’t all odds, we just blaze, man
Y’all playing checkers in this game, this is chess, y’all pawns
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