[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Uh, what up, y'all? Yeah
Soundtrakk, what's poppin', baby?
Y'all ain't know, I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco
Representin' that 1st & 15
Yeah, uh
And this one right here
I dedicate this one right here
To all my homies out there grindin', you know what I'm sayin'
Legally and illegally, haha
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
So, check it out, uh
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
First got it when he was six, didn't know any tricks
Matter fact, first time he got on it, he slipped
Landed on his hip and busted his lip
For a week he had to talk with a lisp like this
Now we can end the story right here
But shorty didn't quit, it was something in the air, yeah
He said it was somethin' so appealing
He couldn't fight the feelin'
Somethin' about it
He knew he couldn't doubt it
Couldn't understand it
Brand it, since his first kickflip he landed
Uh, labeled a misfit, a bandit
Ca-kunk, ca-kunk, ca-kunk, his neighbors couldn't stand it
So, he was banished to the park
Started in the morning, wouldn't stop 'til after dark, yeah
When they said it's getting late in here
So "I'm sorry, young man, there's no skating here"
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco, Pharrell]
And so we kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
And away he rolled, just a rebel to the world with no place to go
So we kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
So come and skate with me, just a rebel looking for a place to be
So let's kick, and push, and coast
(Yeah, man, yessir, yo)
[Verse 2: Pharrell]
Push down with the right, lift up with the left
Push down with both feet man, now land that shit fresh
We used to ride around just doin' that
With some used Airwalks and Billabong on my back
Happily because my mom couldn't afford it
When it came to Black validity, I guess they felt shorted
Identity crisis, they scrunched they facial
How we both Black and our kid is biracial?
Okay, let me simplify the story, yo
I was Black but white in the middle like an Oreo
I skateboarded past all the shit I coulda been
I know my dead homies wish they was much gooder then
I mean gooder than, not 'cause I'm better than
See, Airs got hooder man, the blood got wetter, man
I was just tryna bring it home and set a trend
But they would just yawn like it's Late Night for Letterman
I tried to tell 'em ain't no chance it's a fad
But they look at my sad plant like a plant that was sad
These n***as count more grants than my dad
From all the cocaine in the grams of a bag
Skateboard P stand for Skateboard Past
All the bullshit that the devil's plans had
He grew up happy, man, that plant wasn't sad
So I put it in Vanity Fair and a Zoo York ad
And I cooked that up to a crystalized dream
Take a puff, don't that taste like ice cream?
My record come out, the store calls your girl
Hate it or love it, n***a, I Warholed the world
Yessir
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
And so we kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
And away he rolled, just a rebel to the world with no place to go
And so we kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
So come and skate with me, just a rebel looking for a place to be
So let's kick, and push, and coast
(Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Before he knew, he had a crew that wasn't no punk
In they Spitfire shirts and SB Dunks
They would push 'til they couldn't skate no more
Office building lobbies wasn't safe no more
And it wasn't like they wasn't getting chased no more
Just the freedom was better than breathing they said (They said)
And escape route they used to escape out
When things got crazy, they needed to break out
They'd head (They'd head) to any place with stairs
Any good grinds, the world was theirs, uh
And they four wheels would take 'em there
Until the cops came and said "There's no skating here"
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
And away they rolled, just rebels without a cause with no place to go
And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
So come roll with me, just a rebel looking for a place to be
So let's kick (Uh, uh), and push (Yeah, yeah), and coast