Lupe Fiasco - N.E.R.D. lyrics

Too many best rappers
Not enough best-rhymes, though
Guess I'm delusional, used to doing
It all the time, so maybe I'm just jaded
Out of touch and unrelated
Unable to connect greatness based on
The person who makes it
Or maybe I just hate it
And that would make me hater
Maybe it is great but that

Don't mean it's greater
Having your profile raised doesn't
Make you a raiser
Being ambiguous with assertions
Isn't making you safer
What you mean, though?
Line us up, paddling us on the back
Like we steamboat, you president of the frat
You goin' sling toast, like you Ringo
And you think Doc Holliday's
Just goin' tolerate and too sick
To let that thing go
It's just a matter of returns

Ashes to ashes, scattered them from the urns
To start a fire shaky to
Gather them from the burned
And reassemble these ashes
The blackness is something firm
Then moving blackness backwards in the
Bread of some other shit
Any deep we spreadin' wheat seeds
From a bucket shit
McDonald had a farm and he lovin' it
Rolls Royce of the scented voice against
The arms of the government
Artists gettin' robbed for their publishing
By dirty Jewish execs that think
His alms from the covenant
I'll retire when I'm tired

That's a Firestone death
Easy to say when nobody's there
Like a microphone check
They wanna hear what I'm gon'
Say before the microphone check
Make me sign an NDA
Before the microphone test
'Less you face that type of faith
Institutional opposition
Then with all due respect
You are not my competition nah