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[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Yeah, man, you know, how you doing? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain't nothing to it, ain't nothing to it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Welcome back, you feel me (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ha, Trakk, what up? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah [Chorus: Lupe Fiasco] I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist and I contort, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -era, -еra, -era, -era, -era, -еra I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist and it contorts, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Lies to the judge, rain in the sky And the sea might rise what slides to the mud Sty's to the flies from all kinds of demise Reporting live from the hive and all sides of the sludge One deep meditate, one street separate "Hi" to the Crips, "Goodbye" to the Bloods But it was the Souls, the Lords and GDs Segregated by the street in the Chi' where I was Got wise to the nudge Why buy a tub when they bayou'll flood? Better buy you a sub How you gon' survive in the club? You gon' kayak it 'cause when it rise up above And the waves come in push and the tidals'll shove What's an infrared dot to a whole dot gov? Look right in the eyes of a thug Lil' dumb street shit don't apply to the plug [Chorus: Lupe Fiasco] I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist and I contort, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist and it contorts, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] My warning shots headshots, cut off all my dreadlocks I ain't wanna headwash no more What you mean headshot? Nigga said headshots Nigga like a helmet with a GoPro but I mean Golgo 13, genius 'cause the verse mean 'Member we earthlings, nigga, can you put that in slow-mo? Hope so, headshots Brains in a pan, so that's a no-no Might not get it, but it's dope though, matter fact, loco Surrounded by gang members and a lot of po-po That's real but it might sound like a joke though Never know, keep both sides in a chokehold I just wanted credit, used to sweat it like show clothes Now I don't even know who wrote those Maybe my ghost knows (Boo) but we both cold I done used to write all my ghost flows, wrote each other solos (Boo) Now the nigga say he want co-pros Money from the shelves and rights to the logo (Boo, boo) "Do you want a lawyer?" No, ho [Chorus: Lupe Fiasco] I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist and I contort, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist and it contorts, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err [Outro: Nayirah] I defend myself in court, yes, yes, this a sport, yes Signals from the source, yeah, twist and contort, yes Feel like I'm a Porsche, just like a Porsche Yes, I'm Carrera (-era, -era, -era, -era) I defend myself in court, yes, yes, this a sport, yes Signals from the source, yeah, twist and contort, yes Feel like I'm a Porsche, just like a Porsche Yes, I'm Carrera (-era, -era, -era, -era) I defend myself in court, yes, yes, this a sport, yeah Signals from the source, yeah, twist and contort, yes Feel like I'm a Porsche, yes, just like a Porsche, yes Yes, it's Carrera (-era, -era, -era, -era)