Nikki Jean

Dedicate dedicate
( Lupe speaking )
Uh this one right here goes out
To my homie with the dream
Nahmean

( Verse 1 )
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
Thats a track thats weak
That he got last week
Cuz everybody in the studio
Was like "thats that heat"
A bass heavy medley with a
sample from the 70s
With a screwed up hook that went
STACK THAT CHEESE
Something somethin somethin
STACK THAT CHEESE
Mother sister cousin
STACK THAT CHEESE
He couldnt think of nothin
STACK THAT CHEESE
He turns down the beat
writers 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 has saved my life ( Repeat )

( Verse 2 )
Reps Northside 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
Tatted up while in the cage
Minutemaid got his momma workin like a slave
Down baby momma who he really had to honor
Cuz she was his biggest fan
Even let him use the Honda
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 gonna take her to the gallery
Buy up everything but the mannequins ya dig

( Chorus )
One you never heard of
I push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but
Hip Hop has saved my life ( Repeat )

( Verse 3 )
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 em down and went
back to the kitchen
Put on another beat and got
back to the mission
Of 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 theres a way
Other than flippin' yay
Bail his homie outta jail
Put a lawyer on his case
Throw a concert for the school
Show the shorties thats it cool
Throw some candy on the caddy
Chuck the duece and act a fool
Man it feels good when it happens like that
Two days from goin back to sellin' crack yessir

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

Hip hope has saved my life ( 4X )

(Intro - Lupe Fiasco Sample)
Now little Terry got a gun he got from the store
He bought it with the money he got from his chores
He robbed the candy shop told 'em lay down on the floor
Put the cookies in the bag; take the pennies out the drawer

Little Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels
To kill the infidels and American devils
A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face
Prays five times a day and listens to heavy metal

Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad
That he snuck in the school in his black book bag
His black nail polish, black boots and black hair
He gon' blow away the bully that just pushed his ass

(Verse One: Lupe Fiasco)

I killed another man today
Shot him in his back as he ran away
Then I blew up his hut with a hand grenade
Cut his wife throat as she put her hands to pray
Just five more dogs, then we can get a soccer ball
That's what my commander say
How old? Well, I'm like 10, 11
Been fightin' since I was like six or seven
Now I don't know much about where I'm from
But I know I strike fear everywhere I come
Government want me dead, so I wear my gun
I really want the rocket launcher, but I'm still too young
This cannon give me courage not to fear no one
To feel no pain and hear no tongue
So I hear no screams and I shed no tear
If I'm in your dreams, then your end is near

(Chorus: Nikki Jean)
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We're calling you
There's a war, but the guns are just too tall for you
We'll find you something small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We need you now

(Verse Two: Lupe Fiasco)
Now here comes the march of the boy brigade
A macabre parade of the toys he made
And shemaghs and shades who look half his age
About half the size of the flags they wave
And camouflaged suits made to fit youths
'Cause the ones off the dead soldiers hang a little loose
With AK-47's that they shootin' into heaven
Like they tryin' to kill the Jetsons
It's Struggle's little recruits
Cute, smileless, heartless, violent
Childhood destroyed, devoid of all childish ways
Can't write they own names or read the words that's on they own graves
Think you, gangsta? Popped a few rounds?
These kids'll come through and murder a whole town
Then sit back and smoke and watch it burn down
The grave gets deeper the further we go down

(Chorus: Nikki Jean)
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We're calling you
There's a war, but the guns are just too tall for you
We'll find you something small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We need you now

(Verse Three: Bishop G)
Imagine if I had to console the families
Of those slain I slayed on game consoles
I aim, I hold, right trigger to squeeze
Press “up,” then “Y,” one less nigga breathe
“B” for the bombs, press “pause” for your moms
Make the room silent, she don't approve of violent games
She leave, resume activity
Start and blow hearts apart, sharp wizardry
Next part, I insert code to sweeten up
The little person's murder workload
I tell 'em they work for
CIA with a
A operative, I operate this game all day
I hold the controller connected to the soldier with weapons on the shoulder
He's only seconds older than me
My playful but serious
Now keep that online for online experience

(Chorus: Nikki Jean)
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We're calling you
There's a war, but the guns are just too tall for you
We'll find you something small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We need you now