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Verse 1 - Lupe Fiasco
And so it seems that I'm sewing jeans
And 1st and 15th is just a
sewing machine
So I cut the pattern and I sew its seams
And button in this hustling
then publically I'm Buddy Lee
There's no busting them and cuffing them is like Ushering in the regime, they want me to make Prince pants
But I withstand, I ain't gotten
into that
A little big in the waist, two-pocket on the back
Call them Lu-vi's, old
jeans covered in blue dye

Give 'em the game, that's like giving chocolate to the
fat
Look: how you think I got here?
That's the same game that came through where I
lived as a kid
In the bad luck truck and threw boxes off the back
Made me a ripper,
deliver like river
Content a little more thicker, slicker
Yeah, and they said oil and
water don't mix
Now they all down at the beach washing off the fish
Was Blackbeard til
I brought the Roc into your ships

[Hook - GemStones]
It's my life, my life -
everything I do I do for you
I do it all for you - everything I say you know it's the
truth
I'll say it is the truth - I'll take all the pressure off of you
Take pressure
off of you; I'll take, the pressure off of you

[Verse 2 - Lupe Fiasco]
It's
hella proper (proper)
Cause it sag so low you can see boxer, like a boxer's
That's the
way that the Family's pants worn
Don't be sly and try and put 'em on
The stones in the
pocket'll drag you down to Davy Jones' locker
Beware if you wanna rock the Knickerbocker Other nigga from the block what, they was selling O's
Like Wheel of Fortune, of imported
cocaine
Just to feel important, it was "Do or Die"
They was tired of being "Po'
Pimps," not for sure
That was just a product of my common sense
I guess, I was just
guessing like the consonants
Momma said beware of what the devil do
Tell 'em that your
soul's not for sale like the W's
So go ahead and pirate, the highest
Cannons make you
leak like pirated my shh
It's no shh.. it's just shh like quiet
And big homie's out of
retirement

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Jay-Z]
Young
So the pen is
mightier than the sword my lord
My first picture was a line-up, now I'm on the Forbes And I still remain the artiste through thees all
If you force my hand I'll be forced to
"draw"
If the war calls for Warhols
Hope you got enough space on your hall's walls I make niggas murals, then escape the bureau's
Investigation, out in Europe on
vacation
I'm back for these puppies with the pound boy
(Blaow) Here's a round boy
(blaow blaow) down boy
Sound boy, you don't wanna soundclash loud noise
Leave niggas
paranoid if not paralyzed
Which means you can't walk in my shoes
Too much green you
can't talk in my hue
Extend the team, nigga holla at Lu'
1st and 15th, that's my cue,
I'm through

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