Dedicate dedicate, hu
This one right here, goes out
To my homie with a dream, naw mean

He said, "I write what I see
Write to make it right don't like where I be
I'd like to make it like the sites on TV
Quite the great life so nice and easy".
See, now you can still die from that
But it's better than not being alive from straps, agreed.
A Mead notebook and a Bic that clicked
When it's pushed in a wack ass beat.
Thats a track that's week that he got last week
Cause everybody in the Stu was like thats that heat.
A bass heavy melody with a sample from the 70's
With a screwed up hook that went "Stack that cheese".
Something, something, something "stack that cheese"
Mother, sister, cousin "Stack that cheese"
He couldn't think of nothing "Stack that cheese"
He turns down the beat writers block impedes.
Crying from the next room a baby in need
Of some pampers and some food and a place to sleep
That plus a black Cadillac on D's
Is what keeps them on track to be a great M.C.
Yea yea (echoes)

One you've never heard of, I
Push it hard to further, but
Why I feel like murder but
Hip hop can save me.
One you've never heard of, I
Push it hard to further, but
Why I feel like murder but
Hip hop could save my life.

Reps north side so he rocks them braids
Eleven hundred friends on his Myspace page
"Stack that cheese" got 700 plays
Producer made him take it down said he had to pay.
Open mic champ two weeks and a row
Ex D boy with a B boy flow
Glow like LeRoy you should see boy go
Got a daddy serving life and a brother on the road.
Best homie in the grave
Tatted up while in the cage
Minute Maid got his mother working like a slave.
Down baby mama who he really had to honor
Cause she was his biggest fan even let him use the Honda
To, drive up to Dallas with and open up for amateurs
Let him keep a debit card so he could put gas in it
Told her when he get on he gon' take her to the gallery
And buy everything but the manikins. ya digg

One you've never heard of, I
Push it hard to further, but
Why I feel like murder but
Hip hop can save me.
One you've never heard of, I
Push it hard to further, but
Why I feel like murder but
Hip hop could save my life.

His man called said "your time might be now,
They played your freestyle over 'Wipe me Down'
They played it two times said it might be crowned
As the best thing out of H town in a while".
He picked up his son with a great big smile
Rapped every single word to the new born child
Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen
And then put on another beat and got back to the mission to
Get his momma out the hood
Put her somewhere in the woods
Keep his lady looking good
Have her rolling like she should.
Show his homies there's a way
Other than that flippin yay
Bail his homie out of jail
Put a lawyer on his case.
Throw a concert for the schools
Show to show cause that is cool.
Throw some candy on the Caddy
Chunk the duce and act a fool.
Man it feels good when it happens like that
Two days from going back to selling crack
Yesssirr

One you've never heard of, I
Push it hard to further, but
Why I feel like murder but
Hip hop can save me.
One you've never heard of, I
Push it hard to further, but
Why I feel like murder but
Hip hop could save my life.

Writer : JEAN, NIKKI / FIASCO, LUPE / LOPEZ, RUDOLPH
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS OBO HEAVY AS HEAVEN MUSIC , UNIVERSAL MUSIC MGB SONGS OBO 1ST & 15TH PUBLISHING