Lupe Fiasco - Friend of the People Lyrics
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    Friend of the People

    [Intro: Lupe]
    Friend! Friend!

    [Verse 1: Lupe]
    Lu, coupe, no, more doors
    Porsche or, no, more doors, sedan
    Hmmm, 4-more, no, more doors
    More doors than that Lord of Rings that Frodo went to war for
    You'll see more war than World War 4
    Or Lord of War when Nicolas lost his brother
    Brougham, no, man, too slow for my program
    Need punk rock, not slow jams, mosh pits not hold hands
    Or slow dance, or romance, I'll take this bitch like Lo Pan
    Put her right into Do’s hands, tell her how this gon' go, man

    [Hook: Dosage]
    Animals, animals, we are more like cannibals
    Follow rules, what rules? We don't ever answer to
    No King Tuts, no presidents, this is more like a ritual
    What am I scared of death for? Life is just an interlude

    [Verse 2: Dosage & Lupe Fiasco]
    Let's begin this interview, I know they got a lot of questions
    I dont have on a unitard, but I can answer the detective
    None of these dicks can trace me, I don't go that direction
    This is the beginning of a massacre, I'm tired of getting treated like a step-kid
    This where I step in, 'cause this Dosage from Philly and he so sick
    And he my friend, so he your friend, it's who Lupe Fiasco with

    They wanna know if I'm insane, I just don't accept defeat
    But since I'm nominated this is gonna be my acceptance speech
    Your big bro requesting me
    'Cause I'm a friend of the people and I'm next to be
    In the game, I don't hear the referees whistling technically
    Dixie, let me sing!
    (I wish I was in the land of cotton
    Old times, they are not forgotten!
    Look away! Look away! Look away!)
    I forever see
    Don't go back or forever be a slave to the nation
    Touché, Lupe, this is history in the making

    [Verse 3: Lupe]
    We so in Smithsonians when the story ends
    We was there when the story started, making history before we's artists
    You know we's targets: Tar-get, we always start shit
    Or shall I say hot-wired, ride around reckless and double-park it
    Look how many fines that the car get
    Take the boots off it, throw the tickets in the garbage
    Then go to court just to get up on some smart shit
    Tell the motherfucking judge it's all ours, bitch


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