Lupe Fiasco - N.E.R.D. lyrics

[Verse] Too many best rappers, not enough best rhymes tho Guess I'm delusional, used to doing it all the time so Maybe I'm just jaded, out of touch and unrelated Unable to connect greatness based on the person who makes it Or maybe I just hate it And that would make me hater Maybe it is great but that don't mean it's greater Having your profile raised doesn't make you a raiser Being ambiguous with a**ertions, isn't making you safer What you mean tho? Line us up, paddling us on the back Like we steamboat you, president of the frat You goin' sling toast, like you Ringo And you think Doc Holliday's Just goin' tolerate and too sick to let that thing go It's just a matter of returns Ashes to ashes, scattered them from the urns To start a fire shaky to gather them from the burned And rea**emble these ashes, the blackness is something firm Then moving blackness backwards in the bread of some other sh** Any deep we spreadin' wheat seeds from a bucket sh** McDonald had a farm and he lovin' it Rolls Royce of the scented voice against the arms of the government Artist gettin' robbed for their publishing By dirty Jewish execs that think his alms from the covenant I'll retire when I'm tired, that's a Firestone d**h Easy to say when nobody's there, like a microphone check They wanna hear what I'm gon' say before the microphone check Make me sign an NDA before the microphone test Let you face that type of faith, institutional opposition Then with all due respect, you are not my competition Nah