No. 1 Headband

Lupe Fiasco

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    All I want is a little bit of
    And they say, all that I want is a little bit of
    And they say, all that I want is a little bit of
    And they say, all that I want is a little bit of

    It's the
    It's the way of the warrior, wading the waters of waters for crystal clear
    Lyrical smears, piercing the ears, like Mike
    Like mics pointed at monitors, receivin' fever like a thermometer
    We burnin', well turn it back, like thermostats
    Burnin' like Mississippi and furnaces and thermoses and gats
    Right after brats, right after that
    We be coolin', jump back in the pool
    And this is the: Samurai, how are you doin'?

    I'll be the one that you
    I'ma be the one that you

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    Turn letters to rhetoric, turnin' feathers to fetishes, dispersin' treasure
    Like turkeys in the ghetto, gather 'round you receptors
    Come and look inside of these walls like metal detectors
    If they could talk, they would probably say it's soft
    Them is just my thoughts go off, even when it's off, but never caught
    How Sway? How Ye?
    Trial day, know exactly just what I'll say
    When they ask whatever, I'll say: No idea
    Can you approach the bench with no Ikea to build your case?
    Feelin' safe but still escape, a chilling place
    Around a bunch of sinners, who feelin' great
    Or around a bunch of niggas who innovate, take real estate
    Gentrify different sides like Geminis
    Energize like the Starship Enterprise

    I'ma be the one that you
    Yeah, I'ma be the one that you
    I'ma be the one that you

    Numero uno, Yokozuna and sumo
    To try to run in my shoes, gotta throw yo' Pumas to Pluto
    Karate in those huaraches, only get that judo
    High flying soul going so far and solar
    And solo is no-show and anti- and -social turned Gary to Gold Coast
    From goalpost to soldier, a toll road's a toll, bro
    I'm number one
    Put the go in the Gohan, turn go into Voltron
    I'm the number one headband wearer
    Walk it like I talk it, never false it like Farrah
    Headphones on the train, headbanging to the snare-a
    I'll put it in your range, let it wane like Vera
    For everyone, stereo feel like steroids to carry
    Heavy shit to pick up, but you could barely lift, now you Larry Wheels
    Done, so bring it back to the flex, just flip it over, put it back in the deck

    I'ma be the one that you
    I'ma be the one you
    I'ma be the one

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