Released on November 22, 2005

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[Intro: Lupe Fiasco, Holly Brook, & Tak]

Uh, M-S, Lupe

You know I'm a fan man, I'm a real fan


[Chorus]

(Gonna be somebody)

Feel real honored to be up in here

You know what I'm saying?

(Gonna be someone)

They had to bring out the expensive mics for this one

(Gonna be somebody)

You know what I'm saying?

The seven thousand dollar headphones for this one here

(Gonna be someone)

Know what I'm saying?

Come on, talk to me


[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]

This is the story of them against us, win or lose

Forcing your feet into someone else's shoes

Everybody's got something to say

That we ought to live their way, what we're doing's not okay

In this world, everybody's got a chip on both sides of their neck

Got no respect, wait up a sec'

You ever feel like the pressure's too much to take?

Too much weight?

Ladies and gentlemen

If anybody can hear me right now, please shout back

We're not the only ones feeling so trapped

In a dream of somebody else, in fact

They got their heads full of some overblown scheme

Opportunity they missed back when they were sixteen

And all they want to do is push you to be that

And all you want to do is scream back

[Chorus: Holly, Tak, & Mike]

Gonna be somebody

(For anybody tellin' me I can't)

Gonna be someone

(For anyone who told me I had no chance)

Gonna be somebody

(I'm tellin' you, the time has come, like that)

Gonna be someone

(And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done)


[Verse 2: Mike]

We don't sleep to dream, we sleep to build stamina

Energy to do our thing, get your camera

'Cause this ride is about to begin

Sit down and buckle it in, let me say it again

In this world, everybody's got a chip on

Both sides of the neck, got no respect

Wait up a sec', when I was young

They said the odds of makin' it were slim to none

Ladies and, fuck it

I'm tired of them saying the dream you have doesn't exist

Tellin' you you're worthless, saying you should quit

Basically, tellin' you that you'll never be shit

Really, they're pissed 'cause they'll never achieve

Some opportunity they missed back when they were sixteen

And all they want to do is push you to be that

And all you want to do is scream back


[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]

Uh, they gon' think you're crazy mumbling to yourself

In the basement all day, uh-uh-uh'in to yourself

My pops didn't dig it, was shovelin' to myself

My boys used to get it, they dug it because they felt

My undertakin' took me, I was makin' in my stealth

A wealth of rhymes of crazy, I would chuckle to myself (Ha)

Then they went into the mental Rolodex

See, I'm know 'em by heart, like a brain in my chest

Then I took them to school where subjects was gettin' felt (Uh)

Books under my seat, notebook layin' on my desk

My teacher's like, "Mr. Jaco?" "Yes?"

"With all that knowledge, you ain't tryna go to college?

Be a lawyer or a doctor, get a whole lot of dollars?

Rather degrade women and glorify violence?"

"Well, the work that works for me might not work for you

No homework, I got work to do"

[Chorus: Holly, Tak, & Mike]

Gonna be somebody

(For anybody tellin' me I can't)

Gonna be someone

(For anyone who told me I had no chance)

Gonna be somebody

(I'm tellin' you, the time has come, like that)

Gonna be someone

(And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done)


[Outro: Mike]

And I'm finally done, yeah

This one goes out to those fantastic human beings

That keep us down and hold us back

And give us fuel for what we do

Thanks