Nikki Jean - Hip-Hop Saved My Life lyrics

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Dedicate, dedicate This one right here goes out To my homie with the dream, nah mean? [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] He said: "I write what I see Write to make it right, don't like where I be I'd like to make it like the sights on TV Quite the great life, so nice and easy." See, now you can still die from that But it's better than not being alive from straps Agreed, a Mead notebook And a Bic that click when it's pushed, and a wack-a** beat That's a track that's weak that he got last week ‘Cause everybody in the stu' was like, "That's that heat!" A ba**-heavy medley with a sample from the 70s With a screwed-up hook that went "stack that cheese" Somethin' somethin' somethin', "stack that cheese" Mother, sister, cousin, "stack that cheese" He couldn't think of nothin', "stack that cheese" He turns down the beat, writer's block impedes Crying from the next room, a baby in need Of some Pampers and some food and place to sleep That, plus a black Cadillac on Ds Is what keep him on track to be a great MC [Hook: Nikki Jean] One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved me One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved my life [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Reps North-side, so he rocks them braids 1100 friends on his MySpace page "Stack That Cheese" got 700 plays Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay Open mic champ two weeks in a row Ex d-boy with a b-boy flow Glow like Leroy, you should see the boy go Got a daddy serving life and a brother on the Row Best homie in the grave, tatted up while in the cage Minute Maid got his momma working like a slave Down baby mama who he really had to honor ‘Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda To drive up to Dallas, went to open up for amateurs Let him keep a debit card so he could put gas in it Told her when he get on he gon' take her to the Galleria And buy everything but the mannequins, ya dig? [Hook: Nikki Jean] One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved me One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved my life [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] His man called, said: "Your time might be now They played your freestyle over 'Wipe Me Down' They played it two times, said it might be crowned As the best thing out the H-town in a while." He picked up his son with a great big smile Rapped every single word to the newborn child Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen And put on another beat and got back to the mission Of get his momma out the hood Put her somewhere in the woods Keep his lady looking good Have her rolling like she should Show his homies there's a way other than that flippin' yay Bail his homie out of jail, put a lawyer on his case Throw a concert for the school Show the shorties that it's cool Throw some candy on the Caddy Chuck the deuce and act a fool Man, it feels good when it happens like that Two days from going back to selling crack, yessir [Hook: Nikki Jean] One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved me One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved my life