Lupe Fiasco

[fox69]

"Jedi Mind Tricks"

"Jedi Mind Tricks"


They tryin' to censor the influencer
Just makes me sicker, influenza, (yeah)
I'll abide by the censorship,
Soon as they ride I'll get back on my nigga shit,
Can't reverse [song lyrics reversed]
The boy-game Advanced, complete the genesis,
I've broke bread with societies menaces,
I've dedicated sentences to the dead, and said hold your heads to my niggas doin' sentences,
I send condolences to the victims but, threats two the witnesses, (Ugh)
On my path I was facing a paragraph, Myself,
So they sentiments is felt,
When you hate your own and discriminate of self,
In a cell gotta make your home, cause you might never make it home,
Suicide on your side might commit it with your belt,
Keep your pants on homie, (uh)
Streets are damn so lonely, like only,
A bunch of niggas won't help (nah),
That's the enemy of stealth,
Plus if they get caught how you gonna keep your heart fatigue,
The hustler's diet is the enemy of health, give you heart disease (uh),
Arteries hard but it's hard to leave the bread alone,
Aren't we hard headed, headed for harm, but don't threat it homes,
From the twist tied to the butt,
We be rippin' it up
From the horror to the cure, don't force the issue,
To you my niggas in the war, may the force be with you (like uh)

 

[fox69]

"Joaquin Phoenix"

"Joaquin Phoenix"


Okay, what up to my whirlwind, turn like tilt-a-whirls
I be throwin' up my set, yes! 'Urlin' up the world and
Goin' out, we goin' in, say "Hello" to my girlfriend
Vomiting and conquering - That C-class is a "girl benz"

My class is overseas, I be on all around the world rims
Women's international, my will is like my girl: thin
Goin' in is goin' wild, goin' in is goin' strong
Goin' for the gold somewhere that goin' in is goin' on

[Record scratch, music stops]

Okay, what up to my whirlwind, turn like tilt-a-whirls
I be throwin' up my set, yes! 'Urlin' up the world and
Goin' out, we goin' in, say "Hello" to my girlfriend
Vomiting and conquering - That C-class is a "girl benz"

My class is overseas, I be on all around the world rims
Women's international, my will is like my girl: thin
Goin' in is goin' wild, goin' in is goin' strong
Goin' for the gold somewhere that goin' in is goin' on

I can do this all day, I ain't got an arcade
They all say I'm wall short of a whole hallway
One Hall's short to keep from coughin' all in y'all face
Man, I'm so appalled, I can keep them all safe

I can really ball and put them titties all in y'all face
That was Robert Paulson, and that deserves a pausin'
So, that's block piercin', all that's missin' is the bearer
For the coffin that is needed for this beat when I'm done talkin'

Ballin' in the mornin', this feel like my callin'
It's the new witches brew, fall off in my cauldron
Lupe's goin' crazy, flow is goin' almonds
We goin' back to goin' in, you gonna need a Garmin

Then go and get a car and put your Garmin and my broad in
Destination: everywhere, reputation: everywhere
Music drop, music stop, one man take up every chair
I know that that ain't very fair how one man take up everywhere

But it ain't for long though, it'll be some closure
Or maybe I'll be everywhere after I'm all over
Say goodbye then start the show, fall on off then start to blow
Actin' like I'm rappin', it's that Joaquin Phoenix Facebook flow

Flow is in the microwave, call it Michael Tyson flow
Killin' is a dirty job - Michael Myers, Michael Rowe
Bring it back like Michael Fox, see how far them Michaels go
I feel like I'm Michael Crichton writin' with a microphone

I ain't sayin' that you should die, but you should leave your life alone
Maybe borrow one of mine, fast life, life at home
Life is like a box of chocolates, pockets full of Toblerones
Rocket full of wallets for what continent we shoppin' on

 

[fox69]

"Jonylah Forever"

"Jonylah Forever"


You live

[Verse 1]
How bout them bullets ain't slow you up
You ain't really die and we watched you grow up
At twelve months you took ya first steps
Awkwardly across the kitchen floor to your best
Your first breaths that we can call words
In ya fathers lap on November 23rd
And They were "live for me" and he did for you
Flipped to neutron and stayed inside the crib for you
And this commitment from ya father imparted a deep sense of value you'd forever harbor
And we were all so proud as we seen you gettin' smarter
And the bond grow deeper between a mother and a daughter
Cause you were not a martyr

[Verse 2]
At six you started reading whole books
At seven you knew how a brain looked
And could roughly describe all the different regions
Could tell when we were sick and even knew the reason
The world wasn't at peace
Gunfire every weekend
But you were hardly there
Cause you was always leaving
Field museum planetarium aquarium
You saw something special in that tank you were starin' in
And in those moments as a little girl you realized it was a bigger world
Bigger than the southside
Bigger than Chicago
And you were bigger but still wanted on rims on ya car though
And big ass woofers in ya car door
So you could wang like ya daddy at the park eating sharks
Went to King where you were teased for being smart
Where you bumped into Hadiya teaching art.
You Live forever

[Verse 3]
At sixteen is when you got you scholarship
At twenty-two is when you got ya doctorate
Even now it's kinda hard to believe
But ya father taught you work hard and achieve
And you complied
Accepted by every medical school you applied
But the coolest thing is when they offered you that high paying slot you replied
"They need me in the hood" and that's where you reside
Free clinic, nobody denied
And that's where you heard the shots and quickly ran outside
And saw a man and van and a bleeding baby in his hands
Fading fast but you knew she could survive
Did everything you could to keep this girl alive
Stabilized until the ambulance arrived
And In that moment where you gave your help, bet you didn't know that you saved yourself

You live forever
Lord have mercy

 

[fox69]

"Jump"
(feat. Gizzle)

"Jump"
(feat. Gizzle)



[Lupe Fiasco:]
Gold medals, them my role models
Rollin' old models, lowered old schools
Flowin' cold and goin' gold follows
Flower bearin', call it petals to the floor
Power sharin', call it devils to the door
Power, power, 'til ain't no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin' at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn't trappin' with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin' off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain't have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here's my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I'ma go and spit 'em
Then we take 'em to the radio, the DJ better spin 'em
Then we take 'em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Gizzle:]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I'ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Lupe Fiasco:]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin' for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don't gotta do it twice
But I need a lil' more info on exactly what I write
Some details 'bout a female, 'bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I'm just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin'
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin' from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin' out the window with that thumper she was dumpin'
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin'
We was swervin', jumped the curb
And ditched the whip and started runnin'
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that's how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin' hard
And she was sittin' there smokin' kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down
And pulled us to a ship, like, "What the fuck?"

[Gizzle:]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I'ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Well now this the shit I'm talkin' 'bout, the shit that I've been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches?
Get them intergalactic asses to clappin'
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could never go back to trappin'
And who needs Atlanta when you're on Saturn gettin' a lapdance
With a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin' there just lookin', nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I'm just sayin', I'm gon' be there and I ain't in no rush
Nah, nigga, nah nigga
I ain't in no rush

[Lupe Fiasco:]
Ayy I thought you couldn't rap, when'd you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn't even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn't be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin' saucer pilot
But first thing's gon' be first, when we get back to that earth
I'ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Gizzle & Lupe Fiasco:]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I'ma do it how they did it
Nigga we're goin' home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don't care, no!

Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do.
Like I ain't 'bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin' and shit.
You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can't, nigga, this is space. You can't, fuck that, we goin' home. DROGAS!

 

[fox69]

"Just Might Be OK"

"Just Might Be OK"


Affirmative no further furnishing is needed
I believe we are completed, dig
We all in agreement on the wall paper
happy with the color scheme welcome to the crib
A two family habitat for humanity with a view with in the insanity
Live
my vida loca was built like bob vila villa gone
He architected, I arted what I harbored Jimmy Carter from Chicago's west side
Finish my construction now we hold we coming like contracepts
I'm conciespet that kunta get from conversation held with the Satan on my shoulder
Which lead the steps that kept me looking over the shoulder like shofers were my angels at
Painful yet Mary I ain't Jerry Garcia ma here but I'm grateful church

[Chorus:]
We just might be OK
After all
Sun don't shine
On this day

This feeling getting heavy is heaven
I am Atlas at this manage the balance
Massive mass pull my back with out tipping my glasses
This was not pitiful from passes of O G s
This is so me
Ask us many mention little homie, little bony
But the rhymes is fat
in fact
just like a Rochester customer
God bless the mothers and younger brother is a hustler
Cause she don't want sob at his wake
But he want to follow in the step
Bang his hat learn his shake
master his swagger in the bathroom
Mirror cop a Chevy steady mob in his place
Chea it's just the problem we face look his mom is in the face n promises his strait

Then he leaves the house that love built that
Hug renovate that section 8 pays for
Well lets pray for em
Let the beat play for em
Put the trouble on display for em
Cause he gotta go face the drama
With a difference face from the one that he use to face his momma
If you look close
You'll see it consists of a smile that hurts a ice grill
in a trace of trauma
little bit of his father
another criterion that's no difference from a young Liberian
who let the delirium worry him living in it the city
out of his mind
liria reconsilia
I'm cool I don't for tell best
I ain't nicest MC, I ain't cornel west
I am cornel west side chi town Guevara
Malcolm eXorcise the demons
Gangster leaning
He traded in his kufi for a new era
chose a 44 over a mortar board
I ain't a credited institute graduate
I ain't from Nazareth
My conception wasn't immaculate
I ain't mastering no calculus
A good addition to the rap audience
I back flipped on the mattress they slept on me on
What down Joe, knowing is half the battle
fighting temptation, have an apple
Shakes the snakes, pimp the system
Let's get into it, tabernacle

 

[fox69]

"Kick Push"

"Kick Push"


[Intro]
Uh, what up ya'll
Soundtrack what's poppin' baby
Ya'll ain't know
I go by the name of
Lupe Fiasco
Representin' that 1st & 15
Yea
And this one right here
I dedicate this one right here
To all my homies out there grindin' (ya know what I'm saying)
Legally and Illegally
Ha
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
So, check it out

[Verse 1]
First got it when he was six
Didn't know any tricks
Matter fact
First time he got on it he slipped
Landed on his hip and bust his lip
For a week he had to talk with a lisp
Like this
Now we can end the story right here
But shorty didn't quit it was something in the air
Yea
He said it was somethin' so appealing
He couldn't fight the feelin'
Somethin' about it
He knew he couldn't doubt it
Couldn't understand it
Brand it, since his first kickflip he land it
Uh
Labeled a misfit, abandoned
Ca-kunk, ca-kunk, kunk
His neighbors couldn't stand it, so
He was banished to the park
Started in the morning wouldn't stop till after dark
Yea
When he said it's getting late in here
So "I'm sorry young man there's no skating here"

[Chorus]
So we Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Coast
And the way he roll just a rebel to the world with no place to go
So we Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Coast
So come and skate with me, just a rebel looking for a place to be
So let's Kick, and Push, and Coast

[Verse 2]
Uh, uh ,uh
My man got a lil older became a better roller (yea)
No helmet, hellbent on killin' himself, was what his momma said
But he was feelin' himself
Got a lil more swagger in his style
Met his girlfriend, she was clappin' in the crowd
Love is what was happening to him now, uh
He said I would marry you but I'm engaged to these aerials and varials
And I don't think this board is strong enough to carry 2
She said bow I weigh 120 pounds, now
Lemme make one thing clear
I don't need to ride yours I got mine right here
So she took him to a spot
He didn't know about
Somewhere in the apartment parking lot, she said
I don't normally take dates in here
Security came and said "I'm sorry there's no skating here"

[Chorus]
So they Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Coast
And the way they roll just lovers in the twine with no place to go
So they Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Coast
So come and skate with me, just a rebel looking for a place to be
So let's Kick, (uh uh) and Push, (yea yea) and Coast

[Verse 3]
Yea uh, yea, yea
Before he knew he had a crew
That weren't no punk
In they Spitfire shirts and SB Dunks
They would Push, till they couldn't skate no more
Office building, lobbies weren't safe no more
And it wasn't like they weren't getting chased no more
Just the freedom is better than breathing they said (they said)
And they escape route, they used to escape out
When things got crazy they needed to break out (they'd head)
To any place with stairs, any good grinds the world was theirs, uh
And they four wheels would take them there
Till the cops came and said "There's no skating here"

[Chorus]
So they Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Coast
And the way they roll just a rebels without a cause with no place to go
So they Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Coast
So come roll with me, just a rebel looking for a place to be
So let's Kick, (uh uh) and Push, (yea yea) and Coast

 

[fox69]

"Kick, Push II"

"Kick, Push II"


Look at what we did, came a long way from Dirty Ghetto Kids (Uh, yeah)
Look at what we did, came a long way from Dirty Ghetto Kids (Yeah)
You know what it is (Haha, uh, uh, come on)
When the cops didn't find him for grindin' though
They kinda blew the vibe, figured it was time to go
Plus, he had to at home a long time ago
And he had made like ten dollars off the sign he wrote
It read: "A little hungry, and need a little money, it's for my little sister, and her little tummy."
Wasn't lyin' though didn't go buy hydro
Went to the restaurant and bought two gyros
'Cause he knew they wasn't cooking where he lived
Da-kook-akook-akook's now took him to the crib
A little hurt from the rail he took into the ribs
Right bast the pushers who couldn't underdig
"What's the use of pushin' if you ain't pushin' none of this"
If i kick with y'all I'm just pushin' for a bit
But, what was on his mind had pushed him to the lid
They best customer wasn't cooking for a kid
Yes sir

So he kick, push
Over his shoulders he swore he'd never look
'Cause wasn't nothin' back there but the blackness
Life wasn't too attractive (Yeah, uh)
And so he kick, push
Over his shoulders he swore he'd never look
'Cause wasn't nothin' back there but the blackness
Life wasn't too attractive (yeah)

You see his mom was a crackhead and his father couldn't be contacted
He lived with being different, was combated
Amongst the other things on his young, black head
And see, his girl was a white girl
But, just cause she was white, see her life wasn't light-world
She, too had the drama thick
Had a daddy and a momma, but her daddy used to momma hit
Daddy caught something, chasing fatties made her momma sick
Couldn't afford the medicine, pimped it to the pharmacist
As suicidal feelings would rise, switch over to transitions, helped her conquer it
Pays for her momma's pills with a sponsership
A cell phone bill and a Honda kit Uh-huh
And that's why she skates with him
Someone to feel her pain and her place to be

That's why, that's why, that's why she kick, push
Over her shoulders she swore she'd never look
'Cause wasn't nothin' back there but the blackness
Life wasn't too attractive (Yeah, uh)
That's why she kick, push
Over his shoulders she swore she'd never look
'Cause wasn't nothin' back there but the blackness
Life wasn't too attractive (yeah)

A traveling band of misfits and outcasts
Knock their heads from Misfits to Outkast
A lot of scars, they did this without pads
A lot of hearts, who did this without dads
One's father was fithy rich, two was middle class, and one was homeless
Add in a paralyzed girl in a wheelchair who just liked to watch it, that was the whole clique
I think about it everytime I see this old flick
That was taken in the park, in front of this old bench
They wrote on the back, "You thank for push, kick, hope you make a video, the beat is so sick."
Well, I did, I hope you seen it It's on MTV, Soundtrakk's a genius
Love from Tony Hawk, beat from the Ice Creamer's
Before we out it out had to pay the fillipinas
Just to show 'em how...

You kick, push
Over your shoulders you swore you'd never look
'Cause wasn't nothin' back there but the blackness
Life wasn't too attractive (Yeah, uh)
That's why you kick, push
Over your shoulders you swore you'd never look
'Cause wasn't nothin' back there but the blackness
Life wasn't too attractive (yeah)

 

[fox69]

"Kill"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Victoria Monet)

"Kill"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Victoria Monet)



[Lupe Fiasco:]
Ty Dolla loops

[Ty Dolla $ign & Lupe Fiasco:]
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers
I'm talkin' 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin' 'round and 'round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers
Runnin' 'round and 'round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin' to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmosphere
I'ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn 'em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I'm talkin' 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I'm a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
5, 10, 20s, I'ma throw it
Work your way up to them big face hunnits
These other hoes been workin' all week
You gettin' more than that just off me, yeah, yeah, yeah
We both work hard for this money
I see you goin' hard for me
It ain't no thing, you can take it off
If I keep on drinkin', I'ma lose it all

[Ty Dolla $ign & Lupe Fiasco:]
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers
I'm talkin' 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin' 'round and 'round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers
Runnin' 'round and 'round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin' to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmosphere
I'ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn 'em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I'm talkin' 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I'm a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

[Lupe Fiasco:]
My nigga, if these poles could talk
If the stage grew another pole, got up and walked
Gotta kill these dollars, it can't be an assault
Need your real love, mama, you can't be in my thoughts
Oh, no
I knew a ten down in Houston
So I wonder if you can do it slow-mo
Then speed it up, heat it up, drop it down, beat it up
Take it off, make it talk, shake it all, make it fall
ATM, ATM, mama love to take it all

[Ty Dolla $ign & Lupe Fiasco:]
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers
I'm talkin' 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin' 'round and 'round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers
Runnin' 'round and 'round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin' to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmosphere
I'ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn 'em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I'm talkin' 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I'm a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

[Victoria Monet:]
Just another Saturday night
Showtime, I deserve these lights
'Cause I work hard for what I get
Just so I can give my ten percent
You better pay up, pay up or get out
I'm not into how you get down
Hope you love me in the moment
But I know where I'm goin'
And I'm just tryna get through this...

[Victoria Monet & Lupe Fiasco:]
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
You're like satellites for strippers
I'm talkin' 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin' 'round and 'round you go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
You're like satellites for strippers
Runnin' 'round and 'round I go
I need dollar bills to kill
We comin' to the stage next, you know who this is
You better have dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in my atmosphere
So I'ma turn it up, burn it up, hey
Turn it up, burn it up, hey
Turn it up, burn 'em up, hey
I'm a murderer, murderer
You want me to stay
I'm talkin' 187, make that mothafucka pop
You want me to stay
187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay

[Victoria Monet, Ty Dolla $ign & Lupe Fiasco:]
Man girl I made a killin' off these drunk ass niggas tonight
Ayy bruh that shit was goin' up, man
But damn they had my pole clean today, I'm sick of this shit
This bitch spilled her mothafuckin' drink on my goddamn shoes
You dirtier than a mothafucka, dawg
Next time they better have my shit clean
'Cause I can't go up in this strip club
Ayy it's cool though
You already know
I'll get some new ones tomorrow, fuck it
You know the other spot poppin'?
Yeah
No more doin' that shit and tryna go to church in the morning
Let's go to the other spot

[Lupe Fiasco & Victoria Monet:]
Now it's Sunday mornin' for sinners
Preacher's daughter, holy water
Be reborn, beginner
'Round and 'round we know
It's like dollar bills to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
Need a dollar bill to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
And your dollar bills can save
Make it rain on that collection plate
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Watch it all wash away
Watch it all wash away
Watch it all wash away

 

[fox69]

"Killers"

"Killers"


Looks like we gonna be fighting in the streets
Its what its looking like to me (nah)
So you stay right there as we bow our heads and say our prayers
It's a lot of killers in this room mama
I hope I make it out pools mama
I'm gonna show em what to do mama
I'm gonna take 'em off to school mama

He was talking that on stream
He was talking that online
You can say whatever you want
But you ain't talking that right now
Maybe you can tell yourself exactly how to take this game back
Save you from these combos, maybe help you out these frame traps
Moment 37 you to heaven with the Quickness
1-800-EX-TATSU call me if you whiff it
V-in-trigger, stands for Valle, now let's get to business
Evolution we just brought you up in here to witness
Fight Stick - like it cleaned, keep it wiped off
On the mic, but I fight, call me Mike Ross
It's about to go crazy turn the lights off
Done killing him and I'll come and be fighting y'all

Looks like we gonna be fighting in the streets
Its what its looking like to me (nah)
So you stay right there as we bow our heads and say our prayers
It's a lot of killers in this room mama
I hope I make it out pools mama
I'm gonna show em what to do mama
I'm gonna take 'em off to school mama

 

[fox69]

"Kings"

"Kings"


As I proceed to go dig through an old crib
Hold kids as I blunder through a pharaoh house
Thug Bones in guild did the parrow piss
But arrow heads then let the marrow out
I literally won't leave lettuce since I've received the brita
And when the sea leaves the land, who will feed the rivers, huh?
Crazy busy, make me, make me miss ya even when I'm with ya
If a phone calls in the club, but the music is too loud around to hear it
Do I still have to clear it?
Example: now I don’t list samples in my lyrics
Myth be told, 60 souls perished in the perish bill
Rode a pair of wheels on 50 scrolls with a pair of quills
Answered the question Americas, Amerikills
Been living inside envelopes with a pair of sills
Tall man like [?] downfall from a pair of stilts wearin' heels, that's high
As I proceed to find silver lining, it's stalagmite
Cat eyes and scarab crowns on a black grace
Two wave, not to see bubonic plague on your rat face
Practice on the uttering till it lactates
Then begin the butterin' of the pancakes
Push it to the margin flood the garden to the land lakes
Associate with mates who spit inside of they handshakes, yeah

As I walk through the shadow of San Fernando Valley
Walkin' like fingers how, how they rally on pianos
Up and down the dials I WKRP, in Cincinnati
Let's settle on the station like "Last gas for 100 miles"
May I have this last dance?
Grab her hands then proceed to do the runnin' child
Vindaloo the stomach growls, introduced to somethin' wild
Until we see civilization, Walmarts and Chik-a-falashios
Patients, our art isn't intimidation
But you can't process the progress
If you get your style ques from outta Complex
Nah nigga, that ain't hot
No, no and no shots, no boas and no thots
I walk 'em over to motorboat on the yachts
To go so sober on all the shirk and on overdose on salats, haann
Francis Ford Coppola’s broken plots
Hyannis Port localists rollin' in open drops
Titanic corpse smokin' from openin' dose with chops
Like Cannock moonlit leader loakin' with loaded Glocks, haaaan!