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conversations.value: Write me a song called Crack with the following description: The first single to be previewed (though not yet released) off Tetsuo & Youth. Lupe played the first verse at American University in Washington D.C. on August 24th. However, this track never made it to the final album. It was then planned for release on his album DROGAS Light, a collection of his scrapped songs or previously unreleased ones, but did not make the final cut.
  This song is quite literally just about smoking crack:
  
  
  
  In a recent interview with Studio 93 in Seattle, Lu revealed that DJ Simon Says produced this track.
  This is the third collaboration between Chris and Lupe, not including their casual freestyles. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
  I got that killer shit
  I got that killer shit
  I got that killer shit
  I got that killer shit
  Killer shit, shit
  [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
  Ayy, killer shit
  Villainous, hero, don't give a shitHancock, Will Smith
  Adrenaline, with a twistTake pride that I'm so Chi
  These young bucks just a nuisanceTo my sidekicks
  This shit here like magic
  Yeah, this here like magicAbracadabra, rabbits
  No hook, but so hooked
  Take crack at my habits (Crack)
  Neutron, but too bomb
  Did it all with no tablets
  That's a write-off if it costs right
  Get your light blue, then the off white
  [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  I ain’t fuckin' with your drama, no
  (She just gotta have it, she just gotta have it)
  (Have it, have it)
  Baby, all you wanna do is hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it
  Make me lose my mind, girl, I can see it
  I ain’t fuckin' with your drama, no, yeah, yeah
  Baby, all you wanna do is hit it, hit it
  Get it, bang, bang, bang
  Fuck me real good, tell me that you'll have to let me go [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
  Ayy, no fares, dope fiends
  Don't try that nose sting
  Police rushed in
  And they ran lights, I got rocks and
  Code D, codeine
  On that James Dean, call it James Dean
  Say watch that, watch that
  You might die drivin' the same thing
  Same thing, same thingWhoop whoop, see that shit?
  Triple entendre, no accident (Uh)
  Might crash tryna catch this shit (Uh)
  Contact if you catch a whiff
  All contact that I catch adrift
  Then I kick-block, then stop on K.Dot tryna stack a brick
  So like ten rocks, crush it up, and don't touch it up
  While you uppercut
  Shoryuken, fuck it up
  Nigga, let 'em hit it raw
  Send it through your system through a car antenna, uh
  Nigga, how she feel it when it lands deeply in her jaw?
  [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  I ain’t fuckin' with your drama, no
  Baby, all you wanna do is hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it
  Make me lose my mind, girl, I can see it
  I ain’t fuckin' with your drama, no, yeah, yeah
  Baby, all you wanna do is hit it, hit it
  Get it, bang, bang, bang
  Fuck me real good, tell me that you'll have to let me go [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
  Higher from the back, flyin' tryna top
  Fire to the buyer to the tryer of the rock
  Supplier to the buyer to the drivers of the drop
  Lighter to the higher to the writer to the cops
  Lighter to the pipe or set fire to the crops
  Freebase, crack, rock
  Supply it worldwide while they fire at the box
  Police raid, trap hot
  Police state, black plot
  Drier than the fire, so there's violence a lot
  Price goin' higher, so they're firin' the shots
  Die or survival, that's survival of the block
  That's your girl, I could X that, by any means, I get it clean
  One last hit, and that's it, she won't act it, can't intervene
  [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  I ain’t fuckin' with your drama, no
  Baby, all you wanna do is hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it
  Make me lose my mind, girl, I can see it
  I ain’t fuckin' with your drama, no, yeah, yeah
  Baby, all you wanna do is hit it, hit it
  Get it, bang, bang, bang
  Fuck me real good, tell me that you'll have to let me go