Lupe Fiasco Ft. Ab-Soul - Thorns & Horns Lyrics

[Lupe Fiasco]
Read my lips, clarinet, talk that walk, pair of steps
Two shots, parachutes, two drops, pair of troops
New drops, wearin' roofs, full bloom, bearin' fruits
Full moon put the where in wolves’, apparently put it in the air and shoot
Heirlooms that's what I leave, heirlooms that's how I weave
They don't care to you and that's hair to you, this what I breathe
I'm the heir apparent from a pair of parents
Taught me that sharin's carin' so I spread the bread out
That's what I need
To get in heaven that's when I bleed, get in hell when I breathe...
Get it? Inhale, when I breathe
Maybe you'll get it when I breathe, there's levels to this shit
And there's devils on the level of this bitch
We all ball even the devil gotta pitch
You fly so that's red bull and a fish
You can have that, that's complimentary
True story, documentary
Ninja Turtle, sewer side
Though continentally West Side

[Hook]
I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my head
Living till I'm dead, yeah
Show your respect (x5)
(Bow down to the nigga with the horns on his head)
(Everything red)
(Show no respect (x5)

[Ab-Soul]
I'm King James with a blunt lit, my name ring like a phone call
It's only right that you meet defeat, I guess that's protocol
Soulo ho, oh God, Lord knows like you never said yes
Success, I'm on the verge-in, like I never had sex
You upset as fake breasts, but don't stress, it looks good on you
He couldn't get it understood, so I stood on him
Food and liquor, in my belly, of the beast but you knew already
I used to complain until planes I flew already
Now I'm ready, amen, like one guy I'm so heavy
Let's say tons, that's blasphemy, with eight guns, keep your machete
Young mind, fuck the world, that's an orgy with an OG
Ironically, when you're high as me you, won't need floor seats
This flow here for King Rich I won't stop 'till my team's richer
Mind, body and spirit on top of the dollar, spinnin'
My optimism is why I'm in this position
You pray, I prey, it's just that I'm a lion bitin' his victim

[Hook]
I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my head
Living till I'm dead, yeah
Show your respect (x5)
(Bow down to the nigga with the horns on his head)
(Everything red)
(Show no respect (x5)

[Ab-Soul/Lupe Fiasco]
Pay homage, I ain't gotta plan it to play with comets
Save your comments, trigger finger make you vomit
Egghead just makin' omelets to move the chickens like Reaganomics
This world so damn ugly I won't put make-up on it, just bein' honest
Keys on us like dope dealers, open doors for the lost souls
Ring on keys like Swizz Beatz, to make sure a nigga never lost those
Amateurs get locked out, we janitors with the mops out
Clean house, I used to wanna be the GOAT but I'm the Ox now
Rap like I went to Oxford with bastards, threw Glocks on 'em
Red and blue, now the cops on 'em, ayy nigga
Hell yeah, you, with them dots on him, infraredin' you
Intellectual like Inspectah Deck, protect your neck from Lu
Cause we the children of the night!
Of the livin' dead lookin' for some light
I got some lean up in my Sprite
I call it the Jesus Juice, Lu, what would Jesus do? Whoo!

[Hook]
I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my head
Living till I'm dead, yeah
Show your respect (x5)
(Bow down to the nigga with the horns on his head)
(Everything red)
(Show no respect (x5)

Lupe Fiasco - SLR 2 Lyrics

Lupe Fiasco - SLR 2 Lyrics

Lupe Fiasco - SLR 2 Lyrics:

[Intro]

For real though, like for real though

Like for real

You know what I'm sayin', I don't even

It's like, niggas must forget who the fuck

Did what the fuck

When the fuck

When niggas was still, not the fuck

Or whatever

Fine then, I say

[Verse 1]

Dear Lord, have mercy on my banana clips

Give 'em half, call it that banana splits

But my halves is really like a banana 6

Do these bananas have any idea who they on the planet with?

Apes, yeah you bananas to the grapes

That mean your bitch got a banana in her face

And wine on her chin, get these heathens off of my trunk

And all of these swine up off my rims

Tryin' to take the shine up off of my Benz

SLR, nigga please

Niggas 'bout to go to work so these bitches gon' have to leave

Gon' roll around with that B-Y, nigga just roll up my sleeve

Got body plans, so I karate stance so I could open up my chi

Lu the boy, too Bruce Lee boy to destroy

Doo doo beat like two tea boys with one freak one me

But I can DP like it's three more

Three rewards for me or me or me or me or me or me

Team me is like me eating animals meeting a meteor

Dinosaurs, I'm fine with all kinds of wars

Knives and swords, lions, tigers bitin' boars

Lightening striking viking hordes

Fighting heightened, violence soars

Wie kommt er kann nicht so böse wie Lu bekommen?

That was Adolf, reacting to my new shit

Translation: how come he can't be as evil as Lu get?

Well that's cause you ain't Lu, bitch

Took two sips of the holy grail

Then I backed up and I turned around

And I bent over and pittoo'd shit

I love Jay, that's my nigga

I feel sicker than a cruise ship

I ain't competition, I don't move shit

The only opposition is his new shit

These new niggas rappin' like they 2

They be actin' like they you, man that's-- wheeeeeew shit

What happened to the game?

Niggas think they Jappin' cause they rappin' like they Wayne

Rappin' like they Chainz

I ain't matchin' them and platinum

But I'm rappin' like I'm flames

Like smackin' them in the back of him and my antonyms is on 'cain

And my heroin is on metaphors and my metaphors is on brains

My left foot is in LA but my right foot is in Spain

Now we all heard what he said, but what he said means we dead

And that shit is insane

He's so crazy, look at the little baby

Nigga you ain't Nas, nigga you ain't Jay-Z

You will respect me, you will reject me

But I've done so much, no matter how far you go, you will reflect me

SLR, nigga please

These niggas 'bout to go to work so these bitches gon' have to leave

And when the bitch gone, knee shots disabled

Your DVD of Dick Jones in your TV and a grenade all on your table

And my punch bowl's like an ocean

And I lay it on by the ladle

But it's so strong, when I pull it out, I'm only hangin' on to a handle

Satan on my ankles while I'm hangin' on to an angel

Ain't hatin' on that you hatin' wrong, cause you can't hang on to my angles

It's hard being a Lupe fan, go to Harvard to be a Lupe stan

I ain't sayin' that I'm harder, it's just harder when it's in Lupe's hands

Welcome nigga, Lupe Land, SLR

Here we go, FL bars

Hold up, go back to the hard part

Would say pause, but I was talkin' 'bout my own balls

Nigga

Lupe Fiasco - #DopeFrancis (American Trap) Lyrics

Lupe Fiasco - #DopeFrancis (American Trap) Lyrics

Lupe Fiasco - #DopeFrancis (American Trap) Lyrics:

[Intro]

God is dope, a hundred bricks

And Jesus is my connect, mane

God is dope, a hundred bricks

And Muhammad my connect, mane

[Hook]

I got these, I got these, I got that

If I rip it, nigga, I ain't coming back

I be stunting, but you know where I'm at

I can't leave out this American

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Great American

Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap

[Verse 1]

D-O-P-E-B-O-Y

F-I-A-S-C-O sigh

L-U-P-E me oh my

Ba-ba-baby, we don't die

Live by multiples and nines

So if it's nine and all, that shining ball, I'm all of y'all combined

Crybaby, that never miss, I bawling all the time

What's the cause of all this crying?

I ain't falling, I ain't hurt

But the man upstairs just sent me a bunch of work

Cut it in the studio then rap it in a verse

So low so them popo, man, I catch it in the search

But I'm stupid, I'm so smart, I ain't have it in the first

Might stop at the right block, if I'm paperless I might not direct

God is dope, Jesus my connect

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Speaking to that fire, preaching to that choir

Open up that C, G-O-D is my supplier

Once it's lost, cut it soft, amazing when I heard that

Double up this fishscale, maybe bring all of these birds back

Feathers

Birds are determinant to enjoy all this lovely weather

Never say never, said it so that won't happen ever

Ever so clever, yes sir, I get more close than Webber

He cold, he cold, he cold, that's just means I'm getting better

Ego, ego, ego -- three birds are those three letters

Stop it, I'm just trying to find a prophet

Like I'm trying to align my pockets

With those fine designer wallets full of cheddar

Jesus (Chees'is) - like a picture full of teeth'is

Preachers -- I pulpit like a Michael Vick

Bless - God is dope, Muhammad my connect

[Bridge]

God is dope, a hundred bricks

God is dope, a hundred bricks

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

O-V-E-R-D-O-S-E everything I does

Noah got a boatload that got shit from up above

Gotta pick a side because they fight a war on drugs

Well, you can tell 'em cartel cause I'm riding with my plug

Riding dirty, call it bible study

And I pray you keep them pigs up out my way

Because we eating like Ramadan in the evening

So we gotta re-up like five times a day

And faith is like the keys to the kingdom

And the yayo for the halo, got my triple beam leanin'

And an M3 with a trunk full of what everybody fiendin'

And my rearview mirror cool, I see no daredevils or demons

So God is dope, I'm slinging

David with the bricks, I'm kingpin

Trying to make me miss, they atheist

God is dope, serving like it's '86

[Bridge]

[Hook]

Lupe Fiasco - Around My Way (Freedom Ain’t Free) Lyrics

Lyrics and video below.

Lupe Fiasco - Around My Way (Freedom Ain’t Free) Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
First off say peace to Pine Ridge
Shame at all the damage that the white man wine did
Ghost Dance, Trail of Tears, 5 million beers a year
And all that other crime did
More peace to the teachers of blind kids
To rebels in small cells keeping their mind big
Say everything’s hostile
Suicide bombers and prosperity gospels, emaciated models
With cocaine and blood pouring out their nostrils, they got to
Just to stay awake on the catwalk of life where everybody watch you
Straight hair, high heels and a handbag
Crucifixes, racism and a land grab
Katrina, FEMA trailers, human body sandbags
A peace sign and a pants sag
A money toss cause a 9 stripper mad dash
A friend request following a hash tag
Now everybody want it like a last laugh
A Michael Jackson jacket or a Daft mask
Purple Jordans on the mixed girl in your math class
Stable is when the Ba’ath had Baghdad
But corporate jets really had to have that gas bad
War and they hope they all fall from the ratatat
Cause that’s just more dinosaur for the Cadillac

[Hook]
Live from the other side what you see
A bunch of nonsense on my TV
Heaven on Earth is what I need
But I feel I’m in Hell every time I breathe
Reporting live from the other side what you hear
A bunch of nonsense all in my ear
Rich man, poor man, we all gotta pay
Cause freedom ain’t free, especially ’round my way

[Verse 2]
And we marvel at the state of Ottoman
Then turn around and treat Ghana like a garbage can
America’s a big motherfuckin’ garbageman
If you ain’t know, you’re part and parcel of the problem
You say no you ain’t, and I say yes you is
Soon as you find out what planned obsolescence is
You say no they didn’t, and I say yes they did
The definition of unnecessary-ness… manifested
Say that we should protest just to get arrested
That goes against all my hustling ethics
A bunch of jail niggas say its highly ineffective
Depart from Martin, connect on Malcolm X tip
Insert Baldwin to similar the separate
To me, the truth is more fulfilling than a meth hit
Or finding really fast internet to have some sex with
It’s all one song short of a set list
Couple croissants shy of a continental breakfast
Or blowing out your birthday candles just to make a death wish
So absurd, word to Chief Bone Necklace
Down at the Lakota Sioux Casino
A whole culture boiled down to giving you pokeno
I go as left as a heart in the chest
Cause the Horn of Africa is now starving to death

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
An all white Los Angeles, the dream of Mr. Chandler
Hope and pray they take Columbus day up off the calendar
South Central an example of God’s gifts
So shout to all the mothers raising babies in SPA 6
The projects of Oakland city, Detroit ghost towns
Monopolies on poverty where D-boy coke bound
It’s parts of Manila like the video for “Thriller”
But the US Embassy is reminiscent of a villa
If poverty is chocolate and privilege vanilla
Then what’s the flavor of the Sunday preacher’s pedophilia
Cash rules everything around these niggas
As classrooms everywhere around me wither
Hither you can be Mr. Burns or Mr. Smithers
The tyrant or the slave but nowhere in the middle
Of the extremes of America’s dream
Freud fighting Neo, Freddy Krueger refereeing, now…

[Hook]

[Outro]
Great American rap resurrect…
Lupe on the check
West side till I die!

Lupe Fiasco - Bitch Bad Lyrics

Lupe Fiasco - Bitch Bad Lyrics:

Yeah, I say
Bitch bad, woman good, lady better
Hey, hey
Hey, hey

[Verse 1]
Now imagine there’s a shorty, maybe five maybe four
Ridin’ ’round with his mama listening to the radio
And a song comes on and a nut far off from being born
Doesn’t know the difference between right and wrong
Now I ain’t trying to make it too complex
But let’s just say shorty has an undeveloped context
About the perception of women these days
His mama sings along and this what she says
“Niggas I’m a bad bitch, and I’m that bitch
Something that’s far above average”
And maybe other rhyming words like cabbage and savage
And baby carriage and other things that match it
Couple of things are happenin’ here
First he’s relatin’ the word “bitch” with his mama – comma
And because she’s relatin’ to herself, his most important source of help
And mental health, he may skew respect for dishonor

[Hook]
Bitch bad, woman good
Lady better, they misunderstood
(I’m killin’ these bitches)
Uh, tell ‘em
Bitch bad, woman good
Lady better, they misunderstood
They misunderstood

[Verse 2]
Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls nine through twelve
On the internet watchin’ videos listenin’ to songs by themselves
It doesn’t really matter if they have parental clearance
They understand the internet better than their parents
Now being the interent, the content’s probably uncensored
They’re young, so they’re malleable and probably unmentored
A complicated combination, maybe with no relevance
Until that intelligence meets their favorite singer’s preference
“Bad bitches, bad bitches, bad bitches
That’s all I want and all I like in life is bad bitches, bad bitches”
Now let’s say that they less concerned with him
And more with the video girl acquiescent to his whims
Ah, the plot thickens
High heels, long hair, fat booty, slim
Reality check, I’m not trippin’
They don’t see a paid actress, just what makes a bad bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Disclaimer: this rhymer, Lupe, is not usin’ “bitch” as a lesson
But as a psychological weapon
To set in your mind and really mess with your conceptions
Discretions, reflections, it’s clever misdirection
Cause, while I was rappin’ they was growin’ up fast
Nobody stepped in to ever slow ‘em up, gasp
Sure enough, in this little world
The little boy meets one of those little girls
And he thinks she a bad bitch and she thinks she a bad bitch
He thinks disrespectfully, she thinks of that sexually
She got the wrong idea, he don’t wanna fuck her
He think she’s bad at bein’ a bitch, like his mother
Momma never dressed like that, come out the house hot mess like that
Ass, titties, breasts like that, all out to impress like that
Just like that, you see the fruit of the confusion
He caught in a reality, she caught in an illusion
Bad mean good to her, she really nice and smart
But bad mean bad to him, bitch don’t play your part
But bitch still bad to her if you say it the wrong way
But she think she a bitch, what a double entendre

[Hook]

Bitch bad, woman good, lady better
They misunderstood
You’re misunderstood (I’m killin’ these bitches)
Bitch bad, woman good, lady better
Greatest mother hoood (I’m killin’ these bitches)

Lupe Fiasco - American Terrorist III Lyrics

Lupe Fiasco - American Terrorist III Lyrics:

[Verse 1 - Lupe Fiasco]
Hello Gorgeous
The phone call’s probably being recorded
Just know that I did it for the four of us
And those mutherfuckers kept ignorin’ us
After this I’m going underground
If they come asking give them the run-around
How does Costa Rica in the summer sound?
Couple days then we moving to another town
Yea I know them dreams, seems
Just know that time’ll never come between
Space either, fake features
Things that we reject but connects all us believers
The insurrection’s gone viral
They’ll never stop it now
I hope it all spirals
Outta control, like a dam with a hole
From here on out it’s all about survival
The way we left things they probably think we rivals
But don’t be naive, they hate you more than I do
Remember always speak in opposites, I hate you so much, it’s such a compliment
I know that defies the common sense, but we ain’t never been right: honestness
We never fit in school, and never did rules, but who’d a thought we’d turn out bombing shit

[Hook]
I’m giving you a nightcall to tell you how I feel
I want to drive you through the night down the hills
I’m gonna tell you something don’t want to hear
I’m gonna show you where it’s dark but have no fear

[Verse 2 - Lupe Fiasco]
He said he was just so tired, of them fighting our water with fire
He said that we need something drier, to really impress the empire
Funny cause he really hated war, but why we went to war is what he really hated more
Said it’s silly how that our schools make us stupid and our jobs make us poor
When he came back from the Corps, is when he really got serious
Read a lot of books, started acting all mysterious
The VA is what really made him furious, told him his condition didn’t exist, period
That’s why he started that petition, went all the way to Washington, said they didn’t listen to a white male Christian
He just laughed when they took our father’s pension
He said that you gotta act in opposites, helps you hide your tracks when you stand up to the dominant
But I knew he felt bad, told me later was the saddest day he ever had
To see our dad so hopeless, that was the turning point that’s what really gave him focus
I didn’t agree with everything, some of it made sense
But never thought that he would do something like this

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Lupe Fiasco]
I know you don’t watch but your brother was on TV
Couple guys in black suits came around to see me
They went through all your book’s and took all of your CDs
My granny said you’d be all right, she saw it in the tea leaves
All the operations going well, had a lotta contact from all the other cells
Everybody, everywhere is calling you a hero
They going through the rubble, but the body count is zero
It’s all violent and bloodless, I know the government really loves this
This account is hacked, you know how to keep in touch
I’ll never see you again, I hate you so much

[Bridge]
There’s something inside you
It’s hard to explain
They’re talking about you boy
But you’re still the same

[Hook]

Lupe Fiasco - I Don't Wanna Care Right Now ft. MDMA Lyrics

Lupe Fiasco - I Don't Wanna Care Right Now ft. MDMA Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

Bo-oy
Haters pray to god that I turn slow
Like I’m sipping on purple
But I ain’t on your glow
I’m in a whole ‘nother circle
Trying to keep it clean like church clothes
Said that respect was something had to work for
But that ain’t gonna work though
Get your respect, but lose all my worth, no
You can dead that, get a hearse, go
Don’t leave 48 you’ll find a killer in the first floor
It was me boy, to commercials
Feeling out of place like PETA at a fur store
So I left with a couple dozen fur coats
Said I could never break away from your hold
Watch me, turn though
Said that I blew it like Turquoise
Just mad hear it all in your word choice
Know it hurts but I really don’t care though
Let me rub it in, get it all up in that ho

[Hook]
I can see the morning creeping up on us
It’s like the world’s in my hands now
I’m feeling so rebellious from all of the envy crowding around me
I don’t wanna care right now
I don’t wanna care right now
No I really don’t, really don’t, wanna care right now

[Verse 2]
Oh-oh Go-Go-God over everything-thing
You fly but stars over everything-thing
And I’m one of them, yeah one of th-the-them
Oh I’m not o-o-one? Well I’m a hundred th-the-then
I’m a hundred mother loving stars
You’re no lights, you’re an undercover car
I’m an ambulance, and a fire truck, and some strobe lights, tied up!
Shining all in your eyes, all out of yours and all into mine
Lights and stars is all intertwined
And I’m feeling like Malcolm looking all out the blinds
Any means any means, and you can do anything anything
And the flow tight, skinny jeans skinny jeans
Hit you like Pacquiao, Philippines Philippines

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Ya’ll know ????
I’m Lupe, yes sir, who they
They yester, and I’m today, and tomorrow, hooray
Can I get a hip-hip for the new K-I-N-G, nigga I-AM-HE
Got the game in the clutch like I am G
You ball little boy, But I N-B-A
With a hand for the world, you a boy band with a dance and a twirl
I’m a rockstar with a band so thorough
Big ass tour bus that’s jammed full of girls
T-t-tell em what it do, holla from the bottom, yell it from the roof
T-t-tell em what it do, I don’t care about your curfew
I’ll tell you when I’m through boy

[Hook]

Verse 4

Tell em what it do, yell it from the bottom, yell it from the roof boy
Tell em what it do, holla from the bottom, yell it from the roof boy
Tell em what it do, holla from the bottom, yell it from the roof boy
Tell em what it do, holla from the bottom, yell it from the roof boy
I don’t wanna, I-I don’t wanna, I-I-I don’t wanna
C-c-c-care right now
I don’t wanna, I-I don’t wanna, I-I-I don’t wanna
C-c-c-care right, c-c-c-care right now

Lupe Fiasco - Life, Death & Love From San Francisco Lyrics

Lupe Fiasco - Life, Death & Love From San Francisco Lyrics:

she said love is a hard thing
somewhere between golfing and gardening
or parole board pardoning
but she was still down for a hard swing
flowers she would pick like guitar strings
for a real good whiff
of how life behind par seems
until then she a bar-teend
and poor hot lead shots out of carbines
if an inmate ever even think about departing
before it's time for the theft of a hard thing
wanna see what a bum riding bar dreams
before he get gunned down, cause some sharp scene
saw it all on the way to the art scene
around the time they kicked us out, they had the park cleaned
she ain't living in a car she just rv-ing
life on ice like the san jose shark team
hard times, tryna duck em like darkwing
known for burning clothes and petty car-keying
and other less harmful skylarking
bought a bag out of american rag
a small chinese-made american flag
took a dollar bill then split it in half
the picture that she bought wouldn't fit in the cab
on the train trying her best not to live in the past
a bum probably asked could he spit in her ass
and that was it, fits, tantrums random
helter-skelter, a world gone manson

and i'll spare you the details
dinner is ceviche out of seashells
annoyed cause her date really can't speak well
but she forced to press on like lee nails
next table was abhored by the weed smell
she was done at the moment that the tea fell
a thick wool jacket on a cool night
unimpressed by poems or the moonlight
doesn't satisfy her like a game of pool might
thinking "what if fantasia had a broom strike?"
tuned right out of that school life
soon as reality became a camera crew and a boom mic
so what do you do like?
she said "absurd last words from a dude off a zoosk site"
and then left him
like the roots left geffen
and the state howlin' wolf left chess in
stop to watch flows have an unpaid session on the steps of a westin
she really need to check in
and to apologize to her best friend
new bras to put her chest in
love life and death in...

Sway - Still Speedin’ Remix ft Lupe Fiasco Lyrics

Sway - Still Speedin’ Remix ft Lupe Fiasco Lyrics:

[Intro]
Walk right in, walk right in
Walk right in, walk right in
Walk right in, walk right in
Walk right in

Walk into the sunset, tell me if you wanna go
Speedin speedin’
Aint no slowing down
Tell me if you wanna go speedin’, speedin’
(Still Speedin’)

[Sway - Verse 1]
I was telling everybody up your speed
That was a couple of years ago
And now I’m revving up for Deliverance
Switching up gears, got a couple of years to go
(Super swah!)
Here we go! As soon as you hear that, go!
Liverpool to Portsmouth, yeah,
That chorus got the crowd screaming

Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
I got the people screaming
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
(Still Speedin’)

Click, click, hear the strap
Seat belt Derek’s back!
Time to blow like I’m Dynamo
No more disappearing act,
I know you miss me, I miss you too!
Sometimes that’s what a mist will do
Like Taio I was cruising
Now it’s time to take my steering back
One of the best to ever do it
(They say!)
A testament to this game
(They say!)
And even in the wind I never blew it
(They say!)
I swayed but kept in my lane
They call me Fleetwood mac
I’m a with a mac with a fleet
Still getting royalties
No spoiler but I spoil me!
I got the crowd screaming

Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
I got the people screaming
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Still speeding!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Make some noise!

Still Speedin’

[Lupe Fiasco]
With a gas tank full of tear drops
Collected over the years, what has fueled this here drop
I’m so high, everytime I drive my ears pop
Clutch full of victory, never let it slip through my gear box
Like a ? they drop into a rise
Look into my headlights, might go blind looking in my eyes
Lewis, Lewis Hamilton showing up on this track
If you ever lost, then every feel exhausted
There’s only one formula to bring it back
Sway and ‘pe, go together like A&K
4 and 7, trigger/finger
Put it in the air and make it spray (Blaow)
Kick it like a hotspurs game, Tottenham’s ashes
Not about cricket, strapped, we bash the brains outta…

[Sway]
Pedal to the metal on a level I ain’t gonna settle
For anything less than gold
I ain’t gonna meddle around about
End up down and out
Tryna build since I was little kid I never had the lego
Running through the fields and the meadows of Ally Pally
And now I’m a hill with Geppetto
Was enough to make a fake boy real!
I can definitely make a real boy hard as steel!
I ain’t gonna stop until I do a couple of millions
I gave them my demo, now it’s time to deal again!
I’m back up on the bill again
I’m fresh from the bank,
Bob’s your uncle!
Mines uncle Phil again
Because I’ve got the will power I’ve got the potential
And I got the credentials
All of the essentials when it gets stressful
My bp rises but I’m never gonna stop
Unless I need to get petrol!
(Swah!)
Still speeding’!

Lupe Fiasco - Double Burger with Cheese Lyrics

Lupe Fiasco - Double Burger with Cheese Lyrics:

[Intro x2]
Ohio, Tennessee, California, endlessly
Right on, right on, right on, right on

[Verse 1]
Laid back, villain on the smooth tip
All things gravy, greatest fear to let the groove slip
Always tell the masters that it’s never gon’ stop
Cause you never gon’ do shit
Magnify justice over long lost blues riffs
Mop up, sop up the tears from fears with a Q-tip
They proceeds to poke out they eyes with a toothpick
Remember when Larenz Tate beat Terrence with the pool stick
The wind came, pistol whipped Chauncy and that fool snitched
Sent to take the bail, dude would’ve went to jail
If he wouldn’t got killed and that drive-by by the doodie
He was like, “It ain’t mine”
And she was like, “You the only guy that I do it with”
Remember when ‘Pac and Q start fightin’ over Steel’s house
They broke a vase, Steel scream, Rahim told ‘em to chill out
The jerry curl blood ? Ricky eating chips
The same guy they was looking for when Ice Cube stopped to let Cuba out the whip
And wan’ it sad how Loco had to have it?
Ain’t it funny when they caught T-Bone, dancing with that rabbit
Didn’t rocket have the same gun that the old man shot OG Bobby Johnson’s son in the back with
Or do I got it backwards
And Bobby Johnson was the one that put his fist up to the glass
And came and put his fist up and dapped
And Chicago and Regina had sex inside the mail truck
They left his ass, he reached down to get his hairbrush
And Tré lied to Furious, sitting down get his hair cut

[Hook x2]
Yeah, do you remember these
Double burger with cheese
Double burger with cheese
Double burger with cheese, huh

[Verse 2]
Caine told him as he jacked him at the drive-thru
One hundred bucks a tale, rider man
Another hundred for the Compton chase through the ?
To Ricky ball Crip or Piru
Boy told him he could buy a hundred balls
Little Bobby used his bed to iron out his overalls
Who would knew that in a few he would have a gun aimed
Kane had a nigga, they was skatin’ on his Mustang
Remember when the whole crowd stopped and got tense
Then they cheered when Steel put his hand up on the fence
Then when ? money first got mad to the cocaine
And Chris Tucker OD’ed there watching Soul Train
Cam’ron shot him in the car, took his gold chain
Nino was free until he met up with that old man
And Ice-T was there and he oversaw the whole thing
Mello lost his legs just to get up out the dope game
Why he throw his gun into the river, though?
Just to hit the roof to get the juice and let Bishop go
Show ? love but the pack man, they came
See I just sprayed the little ese with the spray paint
Remember when Bobby took off his tier
And when dope boy disappeared
After his brother died and he said nobody cared
I still do, after all these years
Because he should’ve played ball
Ricky ain’t deserve none of that at all
These are just a illustration
Of a few scenes to help raise a generation

[Hook x2]

Lupe Fiasco - WWJD He'd Prolly LOL Like WTF!!! Lyrics

Lupe Fiasco - WWJD He'd Prolly LOL Like WTF!!! Lyrics:

[Intro]
Really? This is what you guys been doing?
Searching

[Hook 1]
Before the break there were none
And as it broke there was one
From moon to sun, it goes on and on
The winter battle was won, the summer children were born
And so the story goes on and on
Come on woman in your left beats
Those in bed with the house keys
So fair weather feels heartbreak from here to eternity
Come on woman in your wrong time
Far far far from the virgin pine
Rise on now from the dead leaves
Come back to me
Oh, she sings her favorite song
Left to her tears and dreams, it goes on

[Verse 1]
Standing in line for the new one
Not the black, but the blue one
And I don’t even know what it do, son
Steve Jobs said that it’s too fun
Fun in a bun is what I need
It’s cold out here, put my arms in the sleeves
I’ll probably lose my place if I leave
But I really need to pee
If I do it right here they’ll see
Makes you wonder, how do snipers
Marathon bikers
Next time: diapers
They say it has all new features
Faster processors and much better speakers
Great for kids, a necessity for teachers
For work or home, a revolutionary way of being alone
I mean, should we really get a loan?
Hey what’s the manager’s..tell it to your phone
Cupertino heart with Chinese parts
Built by the poor, but designed by the smart
They open the door so you go
On your mark, get ready, set, buy
Imagine a world where everything starts with an I
But it still ends with a die
Probably got an app for that, you could try
Brother iClouds, right into the great wifi
Siri, can iGod really hear me?
“Does not compute — can you repeat more clearly?”
“Woaaaaah”

[Hook 2]
A vessel in the bloodline
A thirteenth Zodiac sign
A stitch in time, it goes on and on

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Standing in line for some new Ones
Had a bunch of blessings but I blew them
Asked Google how to use them
Sent me to a section about used guns
New runs, nuns’ll scream, moms with jeans
Match their teens’ jeans and genies who try to chew gum
Aw man, it’s so confusing
Confusion in the bun is what I have
Good thing that God accepts cash
Maybe buy my way out his wrath
Sceptically, why am I way off this path?
Atheism’s cheaper, and accepts Visa
My thoughts is in queing up for sneakers
Won’t discriminate, getting all eight
In every color that they make
Beaverton hearts with Chinese parts
Built by the poor and designed by the smart
On your mark, get set, cop em!
Imagine a life that revolves around shopping
Conspicuous consumption
That means it serves no other function
But to show off to someone
Others who only try to show off to you — look at your fellow loyal customers
Isn’t harmony great?
Look at all these friends that marketing makes
How many fries can these arteries take?
I’ll give McDonald’s a little help here
I think they should expand into health care
And then you’ll have all ends covered
Even make caskets, have it all umbrella’d
Can you make a corporation fear me?
“Couldn’t hear your order, can you speak less clearly?”

[Hook 3]
That witch was burning the ground
Will someday come back around
From dust from to dust it goes on and on

Before daybreak there were none
And as it broke there was one
And still the story goes on and on

Lupe Fiasco - Introduction Lyrics

Lupe Fiasco - Introduction Lyrics:

[Howard Zinn]
We have to stop wars, we have to stop this war
And we have to get out the habit of war
It’s more than a habit, it’s an addiction
We have to get out of thinking that we must be a military superpower

We must get out of thinking that we must have military bases, as we have in a hundred countries
Is it possible that having military bases in a hundred countries arouses a lot of antagonism?
Is it possible that it promotes terrorism when your soldiers and your sailors are all over the world, occupying this country and that? Is it possible?

Why do we have to be a military superpower?
Why can’t we be a humanitarian superpower?
Instead of sending planes for bombs
Why don’t we send planes for food and medicine?

[Soldier]
Oh shit, it’s one of the machines
Looks like it’s trapped under something, it’s broken or something
Hold on lemme get my keyboard, I can re-program this thing
No seriously, I can do it — just give me a second!
I swear to God I can do this, man, I can do this!
You have to work!

[Computer]
Reprogramming unsuccessful

[Machine -- continuously]
I kill people

[Soldier]
All right, this is the last time

[Computer]
Reprogramming successful

[Soldier]
Yes!

[Machine]
Fight… evil…

Lupe Fiasco - Friend Of The People Ft. Dosage Lyrics

Lupe Fiasco - Friend Of The People Ft. Dosage Lyrics:

Friend! Friend!

Lu, cool, no, more doors
Porsche or, no, more doors
Sedan, 4-more, more doors
More doors in that Lord of the Rings, that Frodo ?
You’ll see more war
They want more ?
I’m brougham, no man
Too slow for my program
Need Punk rock, not slow jams
Mosh pits not hold hands
Or slow dance, or romance
?
It’s gonna go man

Antlers, antlers
We are more like cannibals
Follow rules, what rules?
We don’t have to answer to
No king tuts no presidents

This is more like a ritual
Why am I scared of death for?
?

Let’s begin this interview
I know you got a lot of questions
I dont have you wanna talk bout
But I can answer, the detective
None of these dicks can trace me
I’m gonna let y’all question
This is the beginning of the last cut
I’m tired of getting treated like a step-kid

While I step in, that’s Dosage
From Philly and it’s so sick
He’s my friend, so he’s your friend
It’s who Lupe Fiasco’s with

Wanna know when I’ve gone insane
I just don’t accept defeat
But since I’m nominated, this is gonna be my acceptance speech
Your big bro, requestin’ me
Cause I’m a friend of the people
And I’m next to be in the game
And I don’t hear the referees whistling technically
Dixie, let me sing!

I won’t ever be your slave to the nation
Touche, Lupe, this is history in the making

We so in, Smithsonians with historians
We was there when the story started
Making history before we was artists
You know we’s targets: Tar-get
It’s always star shit
Shall we say hot-wired
Run around rap cause we double-park it
Look how many flats the car gets
Take the boots off and throw the tickets in the garbage
Then go to court just to get up in smart shit
Tell the motherfucking judge it’s all ours, bitch