Lupe Fiasco - Turnt Up lyrics

Enemy of the State enemy of the State
Ugh yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go, let's go

Microphone check, I make 'em all bounce
Every teller in Bank of America
Make them all count
You gon' need the whole staff
To add up the amount
It's going to take to pay me off
To keep me out your house
To keep me in my zone so
That I don't zone out
I'm rich and poor like Zone 4
Thoughts is deep like Tone Loc
Walk with me like old folk
Cross your street a score's goaled
I don't rap I hockey rink
'cause my flow is so cold
I am on my "Mhm, " they are on they "Oh, no!"
I am really in here they
Ain't real like Soul Glo

Don't you know I'm so sure?
Them niggas got no glow
Find a master 'fore you can
Come back into the dojo
Lupe got his mind right nigga, this is my mic
And I've come to take it all
Back like Miller High Life
He must not be tied tight
Back against the wall
He will throw a ball like he playing jai-alai
I'll do the register you just
Get them fries right I don't trust America
After watching Zeitgeist
Take a look at my stripes: Chest
Look like a tiger arm
And I'm hot as tiger balm
Fire like a five-alarm

And it's set to Tire Barn
Get your firefighter on
I ain't worried about you hoes I
Don't even need to roll
I turn down your ex like how
You put your tires on
Once I get these tires on
I buy a bomb and tie it on
And ride this around the entire song
Find a line to drive it on
Park it near a metaphor wait
For it the timer's on
You can turn your hydrants on I'll
Just turn my wipers on
Wipe it off, then wipe me down
But don't forget about my bomb!