Cameraman and spectators: "Nerdy Chris, what it go, how it go? How it go Nerdy Chris?" "Let's go Nerdy Chris" Chris Brown: "Ok, line for line" Lupe Fiasco: "Why you gotta a singer on a rapper?" Chris Brown: "It's breezy, Grandma on shwayze" [Chris points to Lupe to start freestyling] [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Yeah, yeah, Get my flavor flav on A clock on my chest, No Glock on my hip Got rims on my whip, the rims on my whip Got Tims on my feet, Never Too clever forever, for any MC I'll will beat any competitor Rippin to live and hold it down Man, Christopher Brown [Verse 2: Chris Brown] I'm in the town, I'm flickin-flickin flows But I don't care about which any meany-miny-ho I want to get to know I'm trying to get the diddy So I can take the teleo, and do the show I rock, I rap, I rickity-diggity-ickity rap But I do my own thing, and he's still a mack [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] And the sn**y-sn**y snap, and we live in the Chi And we do it from the bottom to the top To the tippy on my tippy-toes Many flows spittin When I rip into conditions, it's critical When I be flippin, spittin introductions Everybody's bustin, No we still hustlin No need for introduction, percussions Concussion you will receive when you leave From me like Christopher Reeve