Lupe Fiasco - Twilight Zone Lyrics

My mind state rewinds wakes
And fast forwards bullets making a b-line for my face
Then they stop like Neo, laugh at me
Throw some cash at me, then fly past me

But one ricochets off the wall to come back and ask me
Am I scared of him, or the nigga that blast me
Maybe just the hammer
That goes to be a hole in an innocent bystander

My eye's a camera, my ear's a microphone
And my mind is Pro-Tools, my head is a stool
What's recorded in my dome gets reported when I zone

My mouth is a speaker, I'm anchoring the misery
There's no friends, the enemy of the enemy is my enemy
Beakers and test tubes full of memories
In my laboratory, I create stories
Doze off, and wake up, surrounded by forties

With Glocks tucked in their labels
And the caps is baseball hats, playing poker at a table
Cigarettes massage they shoulders and belly tops
Showing they navels, the dime sack side bets me

A tec is running for president
Jesus pieces walk around with niggas hanging from they necks
Monopoly's playing chess
I just picked up an obituary of a bullet proof vest

Put the headphones on my mouth, speak into my ears
Microphone check, check, check, check, check, check
A pair of Air Forces told me rims been extinct for years
Been ethnic cleansed by jerseys trying to take over the set

And television's on death row for killing BET
And MTV over a dice game
And paralyzing CNN by knifing him in the neck
I hear Clear Channel's been fighting him in the rec

He's in for giving grape Kool-Aid laced with strychnine
To mixtapes and armed robbing cassettes
Dope told me weed was a crack fiend
Crack told me that dope was a base head
Hi-hats told the police he was just a soldier
He did what the bass said

The snare and the kick didn't make it out alive
The sample made it out with some money
But he died in the ride
The 808 got caught with some work
He ain't never coming home, so the MPC
And the MP3's is fighting over his turf

Chandon just gave birth, but she thinking
About leaving it on the doorstep of a church
Cristal can't have kids, she plotting a kidnapping
That she orchestrated with a purse
But Gucci told Fendi, Fendi turned around and told Henny
And Henny is Moet's baby's father
But she tried it anyway, disguised as a nurse

In the newspapers, it says hip hop called rock 'n' roll racist
Six raped the five, and the Maybach taped it
A hundred dollar bill just signed a record deal
But he blew all his money on a bracelet
And giving the gold dollar a facelift

A button up just drove by in a 6-4 Impala
And all the Rolexes is hating, you see the smirks on they faces
The Hav-A-Tampas is defending the Dutches
They keep catching cases

But the judge is a Swisher
He just gives him I-bonds and community service with the papers
So the Newports get mad at the Zig-Zags
Then out come the razors, see the Kools is killers on the creep
Rush up on a Philly, leave his guts spilling on the street

Some gold grills burned down the building of some teeth
Some sharpened toothbrushes is holding a trampoline
Caught some children from the leap
I just seen Rocawear rock Sean John to sleep

With the same heat that Baby Phat carried
Sprint was pimping Nextel, she just gave head to a BlackBerry
I heard she goes two ways but he was skeeting in her face
As it was beeping on my waist

This is the mind of Lupe
Just make sure my mic's on
When I twilight zone, zone, zone
Zone, zone, zone, zone