Lyrical Breakdown of Chip In Da Phone - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Lyric Overview: Witness how Lupe Fiasco feat. Nikki Jean weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Chip In Da Phone" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Dedicate, dedicate

Uh, this one right here goes out

To my homie with the dream

Nah mean?

He said, "I write what I see

Write to make it right, don't like where I be

I like to make it like the sights 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 click

When it's pushed and a wack ass beat

That's a track that's weak, that he got last week

'Cause everybody in the stu' was like, "That's that heat"

A bass-heavy medley, with a sample from the 70s

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 nothin', "Stack that cheese"

He turns down the beat, writer's 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 keep him on track to be a great MC

One you never heard of, I

Push it hard to further the

Grind, I feel like murder, but

Hip-Hop, you saved me

One you never heard of, I

Push it hard to further the

Grind, I feel like murder, but

Hip-Hop, you saved my life

Reps Northside 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 in a row

Ex D-boy with a B-boy flow

Glow like Leroy you should see boy go

Got a daddy servin life and a brother on the row

Best homie in the grave, tatted up while in the cage

Minute maid got his momma workin' like a slave

Down baby momma who he really had to honor

'Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda, to

Drive up to Dallas, went to open up for amateurs

Let him keep her debit card, so he could put gas in it

Told her when he get on, he gonna take her to the gallery

Buy up everything but the mannequins, ya dig?

One you never heard of, I

Push it hard to further the

Grind, I feel like murder, but

Hip-Hop, you saved me

One you never heard of, I

Push it hard to further the

Grind, I feel like murder, but

Hip-Hop, you saved 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 the H-Town in a while

He picked up his son with a great big smile

Rapped every single word to the newborn child

Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen

Put on another beat and got back to the mission of

Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods

Keep his lady lookin' good, have her rollin' like she should

Show his homies there's a way, other than that flippin' yay

Bail his homie outta jail, put a lawyer on his case

Throw a concert for the school, show the shorties that it's cool

Throw some candy on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool

Man, it feels good when it happens like that

Two days from goin' back to sellin' crack, yessir

One you never heard of, I

Push it hard to further the

Grind, I feel like murder, but

Hip-Hop, you saved me

One you never heard of, I

Push it hard to further the

Grind, I feel like murder, but

Hip-Hop, you saved my life

One you never heard of, I

Push it hard to further the

Grind, I feel like murder, but

Hip-Hop, you saved me

One you never heard of, I

Push it hard to further the

Grind, I feel like murder, but

Hip-Hop, you saved my life