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No. 1 Headband

"No. 1 Headband" Lyrics by Lupe Fiasco

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’mma be the one that you

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’mma be the one that you

Yeah, I’mma be the one that you

I’mma 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’mma be the one that you

I’mma be the one you

I’mma be the one

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