Lyrics:

[Lupe Fiasco speaking]
Dedicate dedicate
Uh this one right here goes out
To my homie with the dream
Nah mean

[Verse 1  Lupe Fiasco](
He said 'I write what I see'
Write to make it right don't like where I be(
I like to make it like the sights on TV(
Quite the great life so nice and easy(
See now you can still die from that
But it's better than not being alive from straps
Agreed, a Mead notebook and a Bic that click
When it's pushed and a wack ass beat
That's a track that's weak that he got last week
'Cause everybody in the stu' was like 'that's that heat'(
A bass heavy medley with a sample from the 70s(
With a screwed up hook that went STACK THAT CHEESE(
Somethin' somethin' somethin', STACK THAT CHEESE
Mother sister cousin, STACK THAT CHEESE
He couldn't think of nothin', STACK THAT CHEESE
He turns down the beat, writer's block impedes(
Crying from the next room a baby in need
Of some pampers and some food and a place to sleep
That plus a black Cadillac on D's(
Is what keep him on track to be a great MC

[Chorus  Nikki Jean]
One you never heard of(
I push it hard to further the(
Grind I feel like murder but
Hip-Hop you saved me
One you never heard of(
I push it hard to further the(
Grind I feel like murder but
Hip-Hop you saved my life(((

[Verse 2  Lupe Fiasco](
Reps North side so he rocks them braids(
Eleven hundred friends on his MySpace page(
Stack that cheese got seven hundred plays(
Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay
Open mic champ 2 weeks in a row(
Ex-D-Boy with a B-Boy flow
Glow like Leroy you should see boy go
Got a daddy servin' life and a brother on the row(
Best homie in the grave, tattered up while in the cage(
Minute Maid got his momma workin' like a slave
Down baby momma who he really had to honor(
'Cause she was his biggest fan even let him use her Honda
To drive up to Dallas went to open up for amateurs(
Let him keep her debit card so he could put gas in it(
Told her when he get on he gon' take her to the gallery(
And buy her everything but the mannequins, ya dig &

[Chorus  Nikki Jean]
One you never heard of(
I push it hard to further the(
Grind I feel like murder but
Hip-Hop you saved me
One you never heard of(
I push it hard to further the(
Grind I feel like murder but
Hip-Hop you saved my life(((

[Verse 3  Lupe Fiasco]
His man called said 'your time might be now'(
They played your freestyle over 'Wipe Me Down'
They played it two times, said it might be crowned(
As the best thing out the H-Town in a while(
He picked up his son with a great big smile
Rapped every single word to the newborn child
Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen
And put on another beat and got back to the mission
To get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods(
Keep his lady lookin' good, have her rolling like she should(
Show his homies there's a way other than that flippin' yay(
Bail his homie outta jail, put a lawyer on his case
Throw a concert for the school, show the shorties that it's cool
Throw some candy on the caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool(
Man it feels good when it happens like that
Two days from goin' back to sellin' crack, yes sir &((

[Chorus  Nikki Jean]
One you never heard of(
I push it hard to further the(
Grind I feel like murder but
Hip-Hop you saved me
One you never heard of(
I push it hard to further the(
Grind I feel like murder but
Hip-Hop you saved my life(((
(Repeat)
(
Hip-Hop you saved my life (3x)