Clean (Mic Check)

[Intro] Yeah Lupe Chi-Town F and F up That's right, that's right Yeah, ugh C'mon, c'mon [Verse] Now, I ain't tryna toot my horn, but look what I'm on Man, look what I bought here, look who I taught here Look how I fought here for what I sought here For everywhere I go, though, they be throwing salt there But it's cool though—I'ma keep it cool, Joe I'm as cool as Cujo—now look at my shoes, Joe (Yuh) Now look at these shoes, yo—you can't find that 'Less you flying to Singapore, homie, you ain't buying that All I'm tryna do is bring that time back It Was Written, man—bring those rhymes back Life After Death, homie—bring those lines back Malcolm X II tryin' to bring that shine back It's my thing, I spit it like Sean King It's more than just rhyming—I'm doin' 'bout nine things (Woo) The aforementioned executive board-sitting Representing the world-famous, Grammy Award-winnin' (F and F?) That's right, homie, Grammy Award winnin' Could have been put it in your face, but that's the poor in 'em See, what I gotta front for? Who I gotta front for? Everythin' you doin', homie, is over and done for (Yeah) But you can catch Lu chilling in his one-offs If y'all don't know what that means, homie, then you don't understand that's mean, homie That means, homie, these jeans on me the only pair ever sewing-machined, homie (Woo) Yeah, I'm just showing you mean, homie, like a dictionary Listen clearly to the clean homie (Woo) And this ain't fair—I'm barely on my lean, homie Or put my all into it, like a washing machine, homie Double-loader: You just watching me clean, homie Wait til' I start doing dirt— Oops, I spilled some First and Fifteenth on me And that stain, man You can try Canada Dry, or you can try pouring Oxy Clean on me Homie, it won't work Clean, chickenhead-resistant—lady, you can't curse God willing, we got the album coming out, though [Outro] Haha Church Chilly Chill Chuck, what they gon' do to us, man? They can't do nothing, man F and F up Forever and forever First and Fifteenth Lupe