Lyrics:

Green Lantern, uh, MS, Lupe, you know, I'm a fan, man, I'm a real fan
Gonna somebody
Feel real honored to be up in here, you know what I'm saying?
Gonna somebody
They had to bring out the expensive mics for this one
Gonna somebody
You know what I'm saying?
The $7,000 headphones for this one here, you know what I'm saying?
Gonna somebody
Come on, talk to me
This is a story of them against us
Win or lose
Forcing your feet into someone else's shoes
Everybody's got something to say
That we ought to live their way
What we're doing'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 to take?
Too much weight?
Ladies and gentlemen, if anybody can hear me right now, please shout back
We're not the only ones feeling so trapped in the dream of somebody else
In fact, they got their heads full of some overblown scheme
Opportunity they missed back when they were 16
And all they want to do is push you to be that
And all you want to do is scream back
Gonna somebody
For anybody telling me I can't
Gonna somebody
For anyone who told me I had no chance
Gonna somebody
I'm telling you the time has come like that
Gonna somebody
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
Cause 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 making it were slim to none
Ladies and fuck it
I'm tired of them saying the dream you have doesn't exist
Telling you you're worthless
Saying you should quit
Basically telling you that you'll never be shit
Really they're pissed cause they'll never achieve
Some opportunity they missed back when they were 16
And all they want to do is push you to be that
And all you want to do is scream back
They're gone think you're crazy
Mumbling to yourself
In the basement all day
Uh-uh-uh
Into yourself
My pops didn't dig it
Was shoveling to myself
My boys used to get it
They dug it because they felt
My undertaking took me
I was making it myself
A wealth of rhymes of crazy
I would chuck it to myself
Then they went into the mental Rolodex
See I knew him by heart
Like a brain in my chest
And I took him to school where subjects was getting felt
Books under my seat
No book laying on my desk
My teachers like Mr. Jaco
Yes
With all that knowledge
You ain't trying to go to college
Be a lawyer or a doctor
Get a whole lot of dollars
Rather degrade women and glorify violence
Well the work that works for me might not work for you
The homework I got work to do
I wanna be somebody
For anybody telling me I can
I wanna be someone
For anyone who told me I had no chance
I wanna be somebody
I'm telling you the time has come like that
I wanna be someone
Maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done
I'm finally done
This is an invasion
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November 22