Outty 5000 Lyrics by Lupe Fiasco

Outty 5000

Look look! Gander gander!
Its the young boy from the land of Landers!
The Land of Lincoln , the Grand Theft Auto Chicago warn all the mics that he hardcore.
And he's thinking nose buried to the area, spotlights,
Dancers dancers!
Pro tools come in, answer answer,
His flow is like the Klu Klux versus the Panthers
Hahaaaaaaaa!
Hit the track like a heart attack
Cancer cancer, boogie man on the mic, and the band of Santas, and the easter bunny is the back up dancer.
They faintin in the stands gotta fan the fans uh.
Panties on the stage and the pampers are grandmas, cuz they love the way that I pamper the grammar.
Moonmen struttin down the ramp of the land-a.
Hes nuts with a cane Planters Planters!
Adjust my frames, tamper tamper!
I'm real, like Seinfeld, they ain't talking about nothin, George Castanza. Louder louder, grander grander.
Cuff a friend, read it to em like Miranda. The games endangered, Pandas Pandas, send orders to the reporters tell em pan the cameras. You might get killed if you don't listen enough, well I guess I'm dead cuz I ain't listen to Puff, hahaaaaaaaaa!
Best believe our system it sucks, but a person like me dont believe in assisting and such, naw I be rippin it up. But for every pond there is different ducks. I believe if you participate at a lower level you could a lot more done, like working wit the alderman, but I ain't alterin this song to be a political statement lets take it back to the basement. To the encore, the sold out tours, the more mores, and the standing ovations. They be standing with more patience than the county on a Friday I did it my way.