The National Anthem

[Lupe Fiasco]

Your attention please, your attention I need it

So I can sit you in a position from which I see it

Where I'm seated is scenic

Heavy-weighter, slim as the Machinist, so bulimic

Which means you somewhere in between it

I take it back for you like the Wyld Stallyns of San Dimas

I'm in the market for low-mile 360 Modenas

And a good organic cleaners

My car always a winner

Your car's always pitted

We should call it Stanley Steamers

Most of my friends in gangs

My new nickname is gang is con/Ghengis Khan

But without the 'Ye, but his last name's my side

I ride with the demeanors/the meanest

I'm armed to the teeth

You're Venus and you've never been to the Dinas/dentist)

School of Hard Knocks, I dean it

I done it, as well as a celebrated alumnus

I donate to the campus and my name's on the arenas

But you can't bring it to my court not even with subpoenas

Cause you can't play my sport but you can still cheerlead us

And you can't sit there, that section's for the seniors

And the sexy senoritas so just move up to the bleachers

How you going to school me when I grew up with your teachers

I know that you can't hear me

Cause I blew up all the speakers

And the power line is hanging

Cause I threw up all the sneakers

I ate up the imposters/pasta

And I chewed through all the pizzas

I blacked out with a black card

And I maxed out all the Visas

Accreditation so prestigious

Just walk across my stage

Your life will be completed

Don't need financial aid

Cause this is just some free shit

You been properly prepared

Throw your hats up in the air

I'm red hot, Chilly/Red Hot Chili, I'm Anthony Kiedis

My spirit smells teenage

And Chi-town's feeling excellent

We hit them with the President

See we set the precedent

I don't feel I'm best

I just feel I'm better than

[Chorus: Thom Yorke/Radiohead]

Everyone, everyone around here

Everyone is so near

So alone, so alone

[Lupe Fiasco]

See I don't disagree

This is just a grievance

This ain't dissing

This is civil disobedience

How you going to make hip-hop

Without all the ingredients?

Lot of mouths to feed

Plus a lot of greediness

And that greed, outshines the neediness

What niggas need is some question they authority

And tune out all the TV shit

And we be this

So I give them more

You see I did it for

[Chorus]

[Lupe Fiasco]

Yeah, I am back up on the airwaves

Feeling like a Soldier and I ain't talking where the Bears play

Flair, look how I Fred Astaire down the staircases

Fixing to be a hair-raising tortoise versus hare race

So you should hang around here/hair like some earrings

I know attention's all about how you pair things

So when I want them to hear me out

I just sit them next to some pictures of Rosa splitting with her titties out

And what's written on her titties is what it's really about

Then her vagina is some poor kids from China

Nipples nuclear missiles

Ass is a daughter without a dad

Back is like Afghanistan, Iraq

Health care hair, drive-by thighs

Education lips, HIV eyes

Environment feet

Justice get her so wet, brains get you brains

You can fuck her if you protest

But before you bust in her face, finish listening to the tape

Enemy of the State