[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Welcome to my whirlwind, turn like Tilt-A-Whirls I be throwing up my set, yes, earlin' up the world and Going out, we goin in', say "hello" to my girlfriend Vomiting and conquering, that C-Class is a "girl Benz" My class is overseas, I be on "all around the world" rims Women's international, my will is like my girl then Goin' in is goin' wild, goin' in is goin' strong Going for the gold, some world-class goin' in is goin' on I can do this all day, I ain't got it all, 'kay They all say I'm one wall short of a whole hallway One Halls short to keep from coughing all in y'all face Man, I'm so appalled, I can keep them all safe I can really ball and put titties all in y'all face That was Robert Paulson, and that deserves a pausin' So that's Blart, Pierce, and all that's missing is a bearer For the coffin that is needed for this beat when I'm done talkin' Balling in the morning, this feel like my callin' This the new bitches brew, fall off in my cauldron Lupe's going crazy! Flow is going almonds We going back to goin' in, you gonna need a Garmin Then go and get a car to put your Garmin and my broad in Destination everywhere, reputation everywhere Music drop, music stop, one man take up every chair I know that that ain't very fair how one man take up everywhere But it ain't for long though, it'll be some closure Or maybe I'll be everywhere after I'm all over Say goodbye then start the show, fall on off then start to blow Acting like I'm rapping, it's that Joaquin Phoenix Facebook flow Flow is in the microwave, call it Michael Tyson flow Killing is a dirty job: Michael Myers, Michael Rowe Bring it back like Michael Fox, see how far them Michaels go I feel like I'm Michael Crichton writin' with a microphone I ain't saying you should die but you should leave your life alone Maybe borrow one of mine, fast life, life at home Life is like a box of chocolates, pockets full of Toblerones Pocket full of wallets so what continent we shopping on? [Hook - Lil Ronnie] I'm killin', I'm killin', I'm killin' this beat (x4) (Yeah) Don't you hear it screamin'? This that Joaquin Phoenix, nigga, this that Joaquin Phoenix This that Joaquin Phoenix, nigga, this that Joaquin Phoenix (Don't you hear it screamin'?) On that Joaquin Phoenix, nigga, this that Joaquin Phoenix On that Joaquin Phoenix, nigga, on that Joaquin Phoenix [Verse 2 - Black Smith] Excuse me, Lupe! (Huh?) This here is your biggest fan Now don't get all that twisted-- I'm two letters from your biggest stan And please don't misconstrue that into somethin' else disparaging Consider it a toast to you I'm helpin' further spread your jam Consider it a testament, this new cat's in your regiment The game here has been misinformed; we carry little weapons, bitch Child rebel soldier and I'm still this planet's immigrant Demigod without his props, man that shit is some sacrilege Payin' homage to Allah, Christ, and Yahweh-- that's my heritage And of course the Lil Based One's in the kitchen of my residence Cookin' up a meal for Satan, but since the Devil's such a pest I'm convincin' B to fill his soup with an extra doe of poisoning You gon' need a Webster for this audible conspiracy 'Cause "Chef" is my true middle name, my rhymes are a real delicacy They even call it "Super Coldplay Expert Lyricality" Peace and much love to my KanyeToThe family! Married to the melody, and damn, she is a dime piece Some say I'm such a Looney Tune, let Warner Brothers sign me 'Cause I ball so hard that all these motherfuckers wanna fine me But I'm Daffy's second cousin, tell Elmer Fudd he'll never find me Waldo Emerson and Wasalu are the types I find inspiring To not give up, no matter what-- similar to Wile E. A marathon runner on a road you niggas would find trifling I'm Bogartin' the beat, stole the shine from the likes of Cagneyyy And I'mma keep on my Bacall till Dick Tracy body bags me Then I'll resurrect like Common Sense-- with passion so divinely That you won't have no other option BUT to enshrine me And then of course Saint Peter won't have no problem with co-signing me Kreative Tendencies in full effect, the Black Smith in my own field Tell Doo-Bay to keep his production up and wage war on the phonies' guild Publish or Perish is here to stay and this game is now a battlefield Collect our L-A-S-E-Rs and brand these niggas with the kings' seals A couple dope boys reassured me I was kinda like a big deal So I drop this like it's hot, dogg, and let the buzz and bees build Ca-ca-career on stilts, Braveheart: no kilt You can hear it screaming "freedom" as the beat get killed! [Hook: Lil Ronnie] I'm killin', I'm killin', I'm killin' this beat (x4) (Uh-huh) Don't you hear it screamin'? This that Joaquin Phoenix, nigga, this that Joaquin Phoenix This that Joaquin Phoenix, nigga, this that Joaquin Phoenix (Don't you hear it screamin'?) On that Joaquin Phoenix, nigga, this that Joaquin Phoenix Chyea, Chyea, motherfucking genius