Lupe Fiasco, Tim Westwood - Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics

Uh, yeah hahaha
So I'm go, no BlackBerry's, no iPhones
None of that
We just go off the top, no written
No nothing uh, uh, and the beat drops uh

I feel a little bit forgiven
Thank God, allow me this day
I feel so high when I be livin'
They can’t stop me, know how, uh uh, no way
I don’t play, me and Tim, me and him
We rocks out
L-U-P do that, no shoes, just some socks out
I'm relaxin' in the club, DJin', playbacking
Everything that I do
They don’t know what happen
They be tryin', I deny them at the bucket
I say fuck it
If they want it then they love it
If they don’t then they can suck it
And, what I mean by it, you should re-try it
I’m on my Dean, you be on a dean-diet
And I don't even like it
Everytime you rap it, I swear I close my eyes
I wish I could close my ears from this racket
I ain't having it, I tennis while you bin it
I stay on it
I strong as Popeye with some spinach
You as long as short something
You be tryna ten it see

I ain't going HAM, I’m going bacon, going pig
I’m going whole cow, look at me, what I did
You wish you could, but you just kid
I’m a grown man on it, my own man on it
Come in your house
Now your home damn haunted
See everybody dead, bullet holes in the head
But, I ain't kill em
I hit em with the flow instead
My flow like bullets, they like hollow tips
I wish you would if you could
If you would try it
But, you can’t so back to denying the
They be lying ah i be so up on my
Truthless and I’m so ruthless
Ferrari top down yeah I got
Like four of those
And my Ferrari so clean it got four doors
Only got two LUP on that new shit
New Ferrari 400i, that blue kit
So I got my rims and my watch and my rings on
Yeah I got my bling on
Go ahead and sing songs
If you want I tell no tales and no lies
I drop no dimes on my homies
I keep them alive behind the bar
Shout to Chilly chill, I’m so really real
And the streets so deep

You wish that I wasn’t but I am cousin
God damn he be buzzing
No weed no liquor, MD offa something
See my brain just flows and
See just how I goes and I’m from Chicago and
I’m letting niggas know
You can cut it out and scratch it or baste it
Or send it through the strainer but please
Don’t waste it
Make sure you clean the plates
When I’m done cooking
I’m Lil B, I am big ME, you little he, ahh
Sometin’ better, theres none of that
I’m running rap
Everything around it like hustling trap
Stuntin that
Everything you bad at, I do so well
Then I eat the whole beat than put it on sale
That means I put it out to sea
You never get it back
It’s only coming back to me, uh
Indeed, it’s the LUP
Tim Westwood on our BBC Business
Flip the beat up and bring me another track
Some of that, uh, some up all up under that
Bring the sun back, that be me I'm so on fire
So higher like the moon and I will not retire
But maybe soon but

Maybe that will be that noon uh
Then I wake you up for it
And pace you up for it
Uh, if you got it take you up on it
You can roll the dice but
Promise you don't want it
See, you ain't really on it
You be on some other shit
I be on some wonky shit and
Be on some tonky shit
Takin' it and walking' it
L U P be stalking' it
Round the corner dressed up, so tight
No light unlike anybody ever seen too clever
Flowing off the top of the
Dome to whoever's beat
Uh, and whoever's neat I'm nicer
I'm more bling, more clean
More play - no dice uh
No dice cuz, see I don't roll that
Don't believe in luck
Just bringin' confidence
Constantly, consequence of tryna defy
Is not nice you be so dead, uh - twice
Kill 'em again, and again, and again
The adrenaline that's flowing up in him
Uh, and you know it something special
It's damn near incredible I should eat this
Uh uh uh, uh

I love my way but I'm back up on my path
A rapping wrath, a chaos spiting
Uh, It's more gripping
It's more intelligent and more thrilling
Than anything that they can do
Even though they top billing
See, I be underdoggin', I be underloggin'
Uh, it's something special someone
Better off them it's damn near awesome but
More like incredible
You can't eat me nigga I am so unedible
But, if you swallow it's
Like swallowing glass
Got a belly full of doo
You can't stomach got a belly full of
The audacity of them to
Think they rapidly ascend
I'm so aggressive or in the rage
I take them off the stage
Skytel I bring it back just got a page
I'm like Tron, step up in the it's the Don
See what' going on and in my own world
You can keep your home girl
I got the whole world
In my hands in my palms
Uh something like a bomb
Around the chest of some suicide vest, nah
It's Vietnam here, you keep it calm there
Cause you don't want none of this with ya
I hit ya, and git ya, split you

And brake it down
Bag it up, go to the hood take a route
Uh, take another shot, take another three
These are all bars music and you can't see
And can't beat what I am, that's a A+
Uh, I hope God wanna save us
If they won't save you
Play too damn much messing with the homeboy
Ya uh, uh that L U P nigga
Yea, yea, fire flame spitta
Uh, uh that L U P nigga
Yea, yea, fire flame spitta
Fire flame spitta
On another track, don't want none of that
With no water and no slaughter
No breaks I just continue on, with no takes
I keep going, I keep flowing
No stopping that
And see everybody watching that
See I got the lock so I'll be locking that
You can't get the keys especially from me
I keep them so excited in my pocket
You'd better watch it
And matter of fact you'd better stop it
I'm too hot
Better hopscotch it and go up down the block
You might catch a shot, one two
Blat, blat, blat -
My flow is likeheckler and Koch
Hit you up straight

Niggas aiming for your face
When I come through i ain't hitting hearts
I'm just aiming for the brains
Trying to make'em smarter and take'em
Out of danger's way and say maintain today
I show the shorties how to
Maintain the way so righteous
The nicest and do it like is priceless
Iceless no, I got a couple those
Watches and a couple cars
And I keep a couple flows and a couple bars
And I keep a couple hoods and a couple stars
In my back pocket and you can back watch it
You better backstop it like it's cricket
I keep a wicket googly when I
Stick it, be like the Batman, hitcha
You can come through just like
Don't pitch it out
I'll knock it out the park, it'll be so dark
By the time I'm done, there'll be no sun
There'll be no one, see the crowd so empty
I'll still be there rhyming
See it don't tempt me
I don't feel guilty either
I feel so filthy when I roll
Flowing like ether, burning niggas down
Turning niggas' worlds around and
Show them there's better ways to get it down
Yeah, yeah, it feeling like an iPod
Look at my god and bow my head down to heaven
I pray to the East

I try to do it seven times a day
Do it my way, may god forgive me for the
Prayers that I didn't do
And for the fasts that I didn't fast
I hope you make my success last
Longer than the rest of them
Or if not keep me so
Intelligent that I stay beyond
It and don't care about their
Success or their chains
I don't care nowhere, but I
Do care about you
Don't ever let'em doubt you
Don't ever let them try to put
A mouth to the violence
The silence that I bring is so deafening
To the ears and the eyes
And they can watch if they want to
See it's gonna haunt you
The ghosts of the past come through so fast
You lay'em down but they can't
You try and put it in the trash
But it jumps out the
Garbage and still returns
To be the hardest on the market lu

Maaannnnn!