Green Lantern

Uh

MS

Lupe

Ya know, I'm a fan man,

I'm a real fan

Feel real honored to be up in here,

ya know I'm sayin

They had to bring out

the expensive mics for this one

Ya know I'm sayin the seven thous

and dolla headphones for this one here

Yeah, ya know I'm sayin

Comeon, talk to em

This is the story of them against us

Win or lose

Forcin' your feet into

someone else's shoes

Everybody's got somein to say

That we oughta live their way

What we're doin's not okay

In this world

Everybody's got a chip on

Both sides of their neck

Got no respect

Wait up a sec

You ever feel like

the pressure's too much too take

Too much weight

Ladies and Gentlemen

If anybody can hear me right now

Please shout back

We're not the only ones

feelin so trapped

In a dream of somebody else

In fact

They got their heads full of

some overblown scheme

Opportunity they missed

Back when they were sixteen

And all they want to do

is push you to be that

And all you wanna

do is scream back

Gonna be somebody

For anybody tellin me I can't

Gonna be someone

For anyone who told me

I had no chance

Gonna be somebody

I'm tellin you the time has come

Gonna be someone

And maybe you'll get it

when I'm finally done

We don't sleep to dream

We sleep to build stamina

Energy to do our thing

Get your camera

Cuz this ride is about to begin

Sit down, and buckle it in

Let me say it again

In this world

Everybody's got a chip on

Both sides of their neck

Got no respect

Wait up a sec

When I was young

They said the odds of makin it

Were slim, to none

Ladies and, f**k it

I'm tired of them sayin'

the dream you have

Doesn't exist

Tellin you you're worthless

Sayin' you should quit

Basically tellin' you

That you'll never be shit

Really they're pissed

Cuz they'll never achieve

Some opportunity they missed

Back when they were sixteen

And all they want to do

is push you to be that

And all you wanna do

is scream back

Uh

They gone think you're crazy

Mumblin' to yourself

In the basement all day

Uh-uh-uhin to ya self

My pops didn't dig it

Was shovelin to myself

My boys used to get it

They dug it because they felt

My undertakin' took me

I was makin' in my stealth

For wealth of rhymes, of crazy

I was chuckin' to myself

Then they went into

the mental rolodex

See I'm knowin' bout heart

Like a brain in my chest

And I took up a school

Where subjects was gettin' felt

Books under my seat

No book layin on my desk

My teacher's like, Mr. Jaco

Yes?

With all that knowledge

You ain't tryin' to go to college

Be a lawyer or a doctor

Get a whole lotta dollas

Rather degrade women

And glorify violence

Well the work that works for me

Might not work for you

No homework, I got work to do

Gonna be somebody

For anybody tellin me I can't

Gonna be someone

For anyone who told me

I had no chance

Gonna be somebody

I'm tellin you the time has come

Gonna be someone

And maybe you'll get it

when I'm finally done

This is an invasion

Fort Minor

The Rising Tied

In stores

November twenty two