Freestyle with Chris Brown

Cameraman and spectators: "Nerdy Chris, what it go, how it go? How it go Nerdy Chris?" "Let's go Nerdy Chris"

Chris Brown: "Ok, line for line"

Lupe Fiasco: "Why you gotta a singer on a rapper?"

Chris Brown: "It's breezy, Grandma on shwayze"

[Chris points to Lupe to start freestyling]

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]

Yeah, yeah, Get my flavor flav on

A clock on my chest, No Glock on my hip

Got rims on my whip, the rims on my whip

Got Tims on my feet, Never

Too clever forever, for any MC

I'll will beat any competitor

Rippin to live and hold it down

Man, Christopher Brown

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

I'm in the town, I'm flickin-flickin flows

But I don't care about which any meany-miny-ho

I want to get to know

I'm trying to get the diddy

So I can take the teleo, and do the show

I rock, I rap, I rickity-diggity-ickity rap

But I do my own thing, and he's still a mack

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]

And the sniggy-sniggy snap, and we live in the Chi

And we do it from the bottom to the top

To the tippy on my tippy-toes

Many flows spittin

When I rip into conditions, it's critical

When I be flippin, spittin introductions

Everybody's bustin, No we still hustlin

No need for introduction, percussions

Concussion you will receive when you leave

From me like Christopher Reeve