Lupe Fiasco

[fox69]

"Much More"

"Much More"


[Verse 1:]
I gave you honesty on my first joint and y'all all came out
I'll show you what change 'bout
Unroll your blunts, pour your champagne's out
Dullers of the pain, so you can plainly see the black man pain I campaign 'bout
God willing 'fore I wane, I take a champion route
Before I throw a bout
I'll walk out the game while my fans chanting my name out, Lupe, Lupe, Lupe...
Uh, and it's going to be PPV, won't be back for free
Gone need scratch to see me, rematch with me
My greatest enemy, is my inner me
So I take this urge and give you revenge of the nerd, Fahrenheit 1 15, uh
Yeah, uh, and you know I fight the feeling
Box so I can shop, sometime it doesn't register
So I return to the ring, like Return of the King
With the habit of a hobbit it makes it hard to drop it
I'm a klepto stealing
And it gets the best
Just when I guess that I left those leanings
I be back on post in a trench coat scheming

[Verse 2:]
So I get back into my stance, revert to my dance
With a shirt full of pants
And my accomplice got a purse full of pants
A pocket full of purses, with no intent to purchase in the plans
And we rehearsed it, till it's perfect, just to dodge the searchers of the man
Just to surface outside, then return of all the merch? (short for merchandise) to stay, in the service of the perfect understand
Um, uh, yeah, and I boost myself
So from the cold car to the caboose I'm felt
From the rear to the engineer
From the L to the Underground Railroad
From the redline to the TGV
A champion fighter for whom the bell tolls, LUP
Little engine from the hood, the hustler in me
Known to hit the track like John Henry
Just give me my glasses
My eight ounce everlastes
And I'm Michael Buffer in tree
(Uh, let's get ready, let me calm down man)
Shoplifter, tag switcher
That's me, nigga I'm back with cha
Revenge, Lupe, uh, championship is here
FNF up is here, 1st and 15 is here
Madison Street we back in here, Chi-Town is here
Lupe Fiasco
Fahrenheit 1 15, Revenge on The Nerds

 

[fox69]

"Mural"

"Mural"


We're all chemicals, vitamins and minerals
Vicodin with inner tubes, wrapped around the arm
To see the vein like a chicken on the barn
Top Cat chat, let's begin another yarn
That's flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'
But roosters don't fly like boosters don't buy
So what powers cowards to get them to the top
Just to fall asleep listening to Bach?
The ribbon in the sky is the ribbon that I drop
Dribbling the eye across the prism of a clock
That lacks meaning, but racks up stacks of fat reading
They catch chief and wrapped up plants from trap dealings

Now what's a coffin with a scratched ceiling?
And what's the talking without the match feeling?
As buried living and cherry picking
Every linen from your berry system
Then proceed with the pack feeding
When I was young I had visions of another world
Sneaking looks at the porn stash of my brother HuRl
Incense smoke made vortices and other curls
Casting calls from porn films and ad space for rubber girls
I like my pancakes cut in swirls
Morrocan moles and undercover squirrels
I like cartoons, southern cities with large moons
Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers and art booms
Apologise for my weird mix
What taste like hot dogs and tear drips
And looks like pantomime and clear bricks
And smells like shotguns and deer piss
They on their hunt, kinda salty that I'm going hard
First part of a party, that I throw in parts
One minute you playing pool, next minute you throwing darts
But that's how you do with a party that you throw in bars
I run the Gambit like I'm throwing cards
From popular mechanics to overdosing hearts
Paint cold pictures like Nova Scotia landscapes
Nerd game make Mandelbrot sets when we handshake
A word game back up plan that can dam lakes
Backup the word play playin' at the man's states
Mean I can still be the man if the dam breaks
And when the man brakes I'm reflectious, what they can't face
My peers will still treat the mirror like it's a fan base
The unfettered veteran, the eagle feathered man of medicine
That hovers above cities like weather men
And maybe weather woman
Whatever better to tell ya weather comin'
I prefer girls to reign all over the world

And not rain like, rain man or rain like rain dance
Or rain like a slight chance of rain when it's raining
Or rein like deer slaves to Santa Claus sleigh man
But reign like Queens that reign over made man
And not Queen like Queen killer, rhapsody bohemian Queen
But Queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving your hand
I'm talking wave like you saying "hey"
Man, and not hay for horses and hoarse like you almost voiceless
You gotta treat your vocal chords like it's a fortress
And treat every single one of your words like reinforcements
And especially when you're recording
Cause that's the portion that's important
When I was reporting that I was poor
But now I'm more than
It's still hooker heels on my sugar hills and sweet spots
Crying shames, make margarita rims from cheap tops
Deep plots in floor, the ceiling windows for my peep pots
A little scene with the sickle swings to make the wheat drop
And a hundred words for them hummingbirds that like to eavesdrop
And fan out like peacocks with a parakeet that beat box
So the sun rise when the beat drops
And the sun dies when the beat stops...
Then it unties, then it relocks
Then it relapsed, then it detox
Then heat back like a heat pack
On his knee caps of the weak spot
Cause he want what we got, like yeah

Then forge poetry like a young honory Morrissey
Then spit it to the golden locks thots
Who like their porridge all watery
Not scorching nor sorbity
From the steel orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery
Coming down gorgeously, just like a Stacey Dash waterfall
A more torturing, a water boarding Barbie doll
A river of women like a Brazilian Carnival
Swimming in feminine bikinis made out of barbasol
Somebody give them the volleyballs
If you love her, don't ever send her to Mally Mall's
Homie if she lonely she might end up in Macauly's claws
Coming out the closet over goblets down at Madri Gras
The fame, champagne, walk of shame lobby call
My reposition was black condition of activism
Ammunition for abolition, missions attacking systems
But they not after listens, unless it's dropping on Activision
Are we apps or are we bodies filled with apparitions
Operating applications, stuck inside a Apple prison
Chicken hack and download updates that lack religion

Or are we more... than soil tainting, disloyal changelings
Preoccupied with boy and Goyle chasing
And foiling other's royal saintings?
I sit back and watch the world through the eye holes in my oil paintings
Uhhh!
Ain't nothin' to it but to do it
Unless you Virgin Mary, nothin' do it but the truest
Believe all that unless you Jewish
Life is not a dictionary, it's a thesaurus
And I feel like a missionary to a clitoris
The water bearer heir of traditions that I swear to never change
My chair position or conditions of my porridge
Submission for sedition against the religion of a chorus
Keep them golden weave thieves out the motherfuckin' forest

As I perform a nerve storm
I prefer my pictures in word form
Bury the hatchet like how a bird born
As I paint cold pictures like Kool-Aid facing condensation
Having conversations with flavourful combinations
Slave to my concentration
So that's OJ The Juiceman meets OJ with two hands
And two gloves, that's too snug
To judge who was, who drew blood

And, Lupe look at all these toucans
In a cemetery full of tomahawkes
Giving middle fingers to the pigeons doing somersaults
Road runners don't fall off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the colonies flukes by the reservoir
Wildin' pursuers end up as poofs on the desert floor
Levitating youth so know the truth of where the fountain hides
Bucaraa Roof painting tunnels onto the mountain sides
A thousands parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
Chocula Counts by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof full of animals and monsters
Incinerated shoes and the manual for contra
Assorted memories from my childhood
Absorbing energy from the wild woods
Electronic combat Konami sign contract
Chinese char killing cucarachas on contact
Chicago spread an aficionado
Efficient spitting bridging divisions is in Chicano
Who’s the Boss? If isn't Alyssa Milano
Dudikoff, ninja mission into the Congo
Polarize envy of the older guys
Black obi, shinobi hittin' Kenno in the face with all my throwin' knives
Sub-zero guiding, hiding, riding in the pack as well
Sound village, Leaf village, wolf spirit, magic spells
Dodging rain and catching hail
Faces need samurais to catch the L
Special research vessels made for catching whales
Fillet-a-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered with extra sails
Rewrite history, liberty needs a better bell
Maybe hotter irons and carbon fibres that never fail
Smarter science mixed with a odd alliance of fairytale
Or maybe just a metal pail that you hit with a steel tools
To announce that you've had enough and dropping out of SEAL school
Just like trout jumping out they house to let they gills cool
Cuba-scuba couldn't take the temperature of my skill pool
I said it feels cool to kill fools
Slipping through the cracks like when you trying to grill gruel
Take no Viking water bottle and not following pill rules
Will have you off of the throttle when you should be modelin' chill mood
Roller skater maker or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes
Overweight taster of kings food that kills crews
Oblivious feather-weight baker who autographed cakes whenever his quill moves over your meal you
Simple as a Buddhist monk in a temple standing in some heel groove with the abbot, practising stillness
Real still till he realizes his realness
Defeat Samsara achieves nirvana and brilliance

 

[fox69]

"N.E.R.D."

"N.E.R.D."


Too many best rappers, not enough best rhymes tho
Guess I'm delusional, used to doing it all the time so
Maybe I'm just jaded, out of touch and unrelated
Unable to connect greatness based on the person who makes it
Or maybe I just hate it
And that would make me hater
Maybe it is great but that don't mean it's greater
Having your profile raised doesn't make you a raiser
Being ambiguous with assertions, isn't making you safer
What you mean tho?
Line us up, paddling us on the back
Like we steamboat you, president of the frat
You goin' sling toast, like you Ringo
And you think Doc Holliday's
Just goin' tolerate and too sick to let that thing go
It's just a matter of returns
Ashes to ashes, scattered them from the urns
To start a fire shaky to gather them from the burned
And reassemble these ashes, the blackness is something firm
Then moving blackness backwards in the bread of some other shit
Any deep we spreadin' wheat seeds from a bucket shit
McDonald had a farm and he lovin' it
Rolls Royce of the scented voice against the arms of the government
Artist gettin' robbed for their publishing
By dirty Jewish execs that think his alms from the covenant
I'll retire when I'm tired, that's a Firestone death
Easy to say when nobody's there, like a microphone check
They wanna hear what I'm gon' say before the microphone check
Make me sign an NDA before the microphone test
Let you face that type of faith, institutional opposition
Then with all due respect, you are not my competition
Nah

 

[fox69]

"Never Forget You"
(feat. John Legend)

"Never Forget You"
(feat. John Legend)



[John Legend:]
Take me to that old familiar place
Take me to memories we won't erase
Take me to all that we had
Good and the bad

I'll never forget you
I'll never let you go
I'll never forget you
I'll always remember, I hope you know

[Lupe Fiasco:]
Let the record reflect the records we set
Best foot forward with every step
And let's push towards it, never regress
And let's remember, if ever we get
Down, the places that we came from 'round
And all the good times on the bad side of town
The upside of bad, flip it upside down
Came from the bottom but we up high now
Believe, and from this view we achieved
We looked back at the rules we received
And how we broke those, dismantled and rewrote those
And the ghost still alive in the photos
Sounds of the summer, day and go wise
Cold wind blowin' through a city on fire
Moments of the past, came here to find you
Not to relive them, just to remind you

[John Legend:]
Take me to that old familiar place
Take me to memories we won't erase
Take me to all that we had
Good and the bad

I'll never forget you
I'll never let you go
I'll never forget you
I'll always remember, I hope you know

[Lupe Fiasco:]
And let the evidence show, the future's so bright
It's never been more, not like tonight
We walk into the glow, right into the light
The past all around us, the time of our life
The first love kisses, the broke heart disses
This is just like a first-class ticket
Back, to the first written rap
The crumbled-up paper and the pen with no cap
The hand-me-down clothes and the unturned hat
The hookers on the corner and the kids sellin' crack
The needles in the yard where we used to play catch
Stories from the project we could never go at
Or to, these are shades of my youth
Trials of a child, everything truth
Moments of the past, comin' back to find us
Not to relive them, just to remind us

[John Legend:]
Take me to that old familiar place
Take me to memories we won't erase
Take me to all that we had
Good and the bad

I'll never forget you
I'll never let you go
I'll never forget you
I'll always remember, I hope you know

[Lupe Fiasco:]
Everything cherished, remembered in my heart
So you will never perish, you will never part
I tell ‘em all about you, drummin' in the park
We put you in the ground, but I see you in the stars
Go'n, take a bow, a round of applause
The best that ever, always ready we are
Love always shines, that's how I'll find you
In case you forgot, I hope this reminds you

[John Legend:]
Take me to that old familiar place
Take me to memories we won't erase
Take me to all that we had
Good and the bad

I'll never forget you
I'll never let you go
I'll never forget you
I'll always remember, I hope you know

 

[fox69]

"Next To It"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

"Next To It"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)



[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Let’s do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
Let’s do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
Let’s do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
Let’s do it, do it, do it, do it, do it

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
Money ain’t shit when there’s wealth next to it
Wealth ain’t shit when there’s health next to it
In the lane with nobody else next to it
Ain’t get here by myself, lot of help next to it
Word to chilly chill, that’s myself let’s do it
1st and 15 ent, F&L music
Out in 05, ain’t nothing let’s do it
Don’t say my name, unless my city next to it

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Anything look good with a bitch next to it
And if the bitch got a face that’s pretty next to it
Riding around town something really exclusive
Bump a little Pac with some Biggie next to it
That’s love with a twist next to it
That’s a blood with a crip next to it
At the Bulls game like a tree gift next to it
Yes, that’s the flow and I sit next to it

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]

[Bridge: Ty$]
Everybody look better with a chick, let’s do it
Rollie with a wrist next to it
Top down on a whip that’s roofless
Let’s do it
Club ain’t turned less some womens into it
It’s the chicks that do it

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Crib ain’t shit ‘less a whip next to it
Whip ain’t shit ‘less Benz next to it
But a Benz ain’t shit with a Rari next to it
Rari ain’t shit with a Zonda next to it
Really tell a difference when a Honda next to it
But a Honda is shit when you jogging next to it
‘Cause this a baby momma with a condom next to it
‘Cause this a miracle I’m still rockin’ let’s do it
Still need a comma with a zero next to it
Then another comma with a zero next to it
Then a zero next to it and a zero next to it
Then another fuckin’ comma then a zero next to it
What we talkin’ that’s a million, let’s do it
What we talkin’ that’s a million, let’s do it
Still at the bottom with a million next to it
‘Cause a million ain’t shit with a billion next to it

 

[fox69]

"NGL"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

"NGL"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)



Niggas wanna win
These niggas wanna win
These niggas wanna win
Everybody wanna be a mothafuckin' winner
That ain't how it work though, yeah

Ayy, ayy, disproportionate convictions
Especially when it come to our case (our case)
You seen the movie, they killed the nigga
Why you wanna be like Scarface?
That's why niggas gon' lose
Oh yeah, I said it, niggas gon' lose
And you can have a friend and you can have a Benz
One's sittin' down, the other's traffickin'
If you get the car then your friend dies
Havin' one keeps the other one from happenin'
I hope a nigga don't lose
Fuck that car, nigga
Niggas gon' lose

And she want love, you only want sex
You got yours, she didn't get hers
She got no respect, y'all had a son
She like, "Fuck you," she only want a check
That lil' nigga gon' lose
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mothafucka, niggas gon' lose
Yeah and these rap niggas talk about the hood
Like we all lames and they seen it
It's entertain', it's cool as hell
That beat dope, that don't mean shit
That's why niggas gon' lose
Fuck you talkin'? Niggas gon' lose
If they legalize that whole thing
They doin' weed, next cocaine
Niggas ain't gon' have no jobs
And Wall Street gon' run the dope game
What a nigga gon' do? Huh?
You niggas gon' lose

And when you see me you don't see yourself
That's why I got no problem shootin' me
Willie Lynch set the shit up beautifully
One of the reasons niggas ain't got unity
That's why niggas gon' lose
Ayy fuck that shit, ayy, niggas gon' lose, yeah
And most hood niggas is good niggas
In a heartbeat, I'll shed blood for him
But he too stupid, he won't sit down
That nigga too hot, I got love for him
That nigga gon' lose
On my mama, that nigga gon' lose, yeah
And you did it 'cause your daddy did it
But he locked up in there and ain't happy with it
Do the same thing, get the same results
If your brain work then what's the matter with it?
You knew you was gon' lose
They told you, nigga
You was gon' lose

I never met a saint, from no color
From nowhere, from no other
From no castle, from no gutter
It ain't nobody that don't suffer
Some niggas gon' lose
Some niggas gon' lose
Promised land, I don't believe that
Had a dream and I don't need that
Please God, send us some jobs
'Cause my niggas really really need that
Or niggas gon' lose
That's right, niggas gon' lose, yeah
And we sell dope then we turn around
Give the white people all our profits
Take a percentage of that, set it to the side
And send these lil' niggas off to college
So niggas don't lose
Yeah, niggas don't lose
And if they offer somethin', just take it
Then work hard, don't waste it
Every castle started at the basement
Yeah your manager's a racist
But you're the one that's gon' lose
That's right, niggas gon' lose

And these niggas gon' lose, oh
I said, I said everybody wanna be a winner
Everybody wanna be a winner
Be a mothafuckin' winner
Never gotta worry 'bout nothin'
But some niggas gon' lose
Yeah so niggas don't lose
And it's fucked up, some niggas gon' lose
You wake up and you hear shots
Mean another nigga got his tear drops
And you call his phone and ain't pickin' up
And your stomach hurtin', that fear drops
I hope a nigga ain't lose

 

[fox69]

"No Scratches"
(feat. Nikki Jean)

"No Scratches"
(feat. Nikki Jean)



It’s for the love
Cause we love you so much
Keep it real
I don’t feel, feel love
You don’t feel what I feel so
It all started out

See first they had patience
And the nigga had energy
But not weak, he finna leave
Petal to the metal, you finna speed
You remind me of, [?]
But off in the future, and what it’s finna be
All your memories can become enemies
So let’s intercede I know you in the seat
But let’s get outta that

[Hook 1 - Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco:]
But then that patience turned to waiting
And then that waitin’ turned to wasting my time, my time, my time
And then that wasting turned to hating
And then that hating got to racing
All around my mind, my mind, my mind

[Hook 2 - Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco:]
So before we hit a wall, heartbreak and it crashes
Just walk away no scratches

(See first they had patience)

But niggas start sick, niggas start gettin’ ill
Niggas got cold feet, niggas start gettin’ chills
Niggas start stayin’ home cause niggas start gettin’ bills
Buildin’ up an immunity
Niggas stopped getting’ hurt
Niggas relied on faith
Hopin’ niggas get healed is hopeless nigga, get real
But ah, get back on the pill
We in it for the feel
But even winners can [?] patience

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2 x2]

(First we had patience)

Mini-Bar raided, in the indy car faded
500 miles, it’s pretty far ain’t it?
But it’s a pretty car, ain’t it?
Pretty hard painted
But pretty darn dangerous
But we ain’t get the memo, hangin’ out the window
They don’t care no more
Tryna take his mini to a limo
Without a helmet then you can Thelma-it
Louis, Louise but we on the same thing
So I be James Dean
So your wreck and my wreck look like the same scene

[Hook 2]

 

[fox69]

"Of"

"Of"


Young peerer over Dilla
Behind the mic like the will of a vehicular killer
The threading, put it together like a three minutes to wedding
In less than three minutes of meddling, over melody and grand pian peddlings
I do represent the mind like IQs, intelligent signs in our kind’s a haiku
Cobra kai turn high top fade to Caillou, who inspect a man stance and fight the kaiju
Way beyond a hundred kicks, breaking bottom bricks and he on number six
This is that “there should be a name for it”
Hideo should go and make a game for it
Mama should make you change for it
Kinda rap that sends jaguars running back into the rain forest
Plans over panic, when Superman scans deadpan over planets
Make the fat man hand over the ham jam and lamb and Spam sandwich
A face black eyes and hand-to-hand damage
Make ‘em believe you can manage to have swam the span famine
Sesame the bird big, and the master plan mammoth

 

[fox69]

"Old School Love"
(feat. Ed Sheeran)

"Old School Love"
(feat. Ed Sheeran)



[Intro: Ed Sheeran]
Give me that old school love right now
You know when I hold you, you won't be alone...

[Hook x2: Ed Sheeran]
As long as I'm here
As long as you love me
Give me that old school love right now

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Give me that late 80s early 90s old school
Feeling like my second album, so cool
Chiraq summer looking so cruel
Look shorty in the eye, told me it was no rules
Went to speak but was like never mind
Let my mind just sneak back to a better time
When I was his age and if he's ever mine
Thinking he would only think back to this and never find
Better times to think back to when it comes
And he's older in the presence of somebody young
Telling him the same things that he told me
And he reacts the same way as that OG
But it's old school, it's like '03
And this old man is my old me
Takes a long time to happen so fast
To realize that your future is somebody else's past
Wassup...

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Analog black vinyl spinning sounding so good
Top down, can't be a classic if it's no wood
If you don't know what, then you new school
Floor model is the foundation for your YouTubes
Model flows off of Fat Boys and Juice Crews
Melli Mel's, Ice-T's, and the 2 Cools
Add a Moe Dee and a Double L
Had to walk cause it's hard to run in those unbuckled shells
One microphone and a couple 12s
Six drum sounds and a couple bells
Is all you had to make a couple rails
And that's a trap, and if you want it (eeeeeeeh)
You have to make it like that
Now what's one turtle to a couple snails?
Takes a long time to happen so fast
And realize your future is somebody else's past
Wassup...

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Chiraq summer looking so cruel
How can I reel-to-reel when there's Pro Tool?
I can't dig it at all because there's no tube
Fire when you speak but ain't no warmth in your vocals
Might have been a better rhyme then just never mind
If it's better with time then think in line
That you're going to be your nicest 'round your midlife crisis
If you're life like Christ live your midlife like it's... Christ-like
Nigga I ain't psychic
I know it's all a cycle and everybody bike it
And France is enormous you're Lance with endorsements
But you might need a hand to enhance your performance
Consider this a kilogram of encouragement
Teach you how to sneak it past the enforcement
And when you get it through in a manner so cool
Remember to give a little nod to the old school
Wassup...

[Bridge: Ed Sheeran]
Give me that old school love right now
I'm leaving it all up to you darling, giving you everything you want
And give me that old school love right now
You know when I hold you, you won't be alone...

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Ooh"

"Ooh"


Ya hopefully hand over the Land Rover keys
Slowly and run like hosiery
I move eggs like ovaries
Closed lactose and sudairy
Who y'all suppose to be?
None of them close to me, my poetry poison til' they posing me
And little kids poking me openly
Fuck police I slip through they fingers like rosaries
Off the hook with the .38 rotaries
Get it locally move anti-socially
Twice the rapper get it from both of me jokingly
So constant and nonchalant from BIC's to Mont Blanc's
Who's conscience he's not the one to confront
Worth my weight you impersonate niggas like
Miller Light spit it right in your life, terminate
I'm the worst case scenario
Bump heads for coins like Mario
Pop more rounds than Merry-Go(-rounds), from birth date to burial
In South Beach beeches going south with they mouth piece without speech
Oh now he's official from the start
They miss you, holding vigils in the dark
Go head try and stop it, couldn't block sun with Hawaiian Tropic
What's in your pockets my profits
Foxes pick me up like chop sticks, this hotness
They wanna put me in boxes like chocolates...that's nonsense
Nothin' sweet about this but the hotel room Presidential like the wrist
I know, I'm sorry I never meant to end shit
Never rental get mine freeway like Van wyck
Peace to Francis and all my manz(iz)
Take trips to France(iz) where all my manz is
With fifths in handz(iz) rewind and chant this, niggas!

I got a bezel from embezzlin' Good Heavens! And they said I lost it in 97'
About to start using Mexicans not cause they better than just cause I get Si Senor not I need more
With chicks from Singapore from bunk beds ?
To tour room Colonials and still testimonial
And so I keep it secret, in the kitchen in the cabinet in a jar where the grease is
L-U-P speaks it til' its pieces, peanut butta like
Always being a quiet cat not the meanest motherfucker type
For a hundred grand plus, I'd be buffin' brass Knucks
Best listen to your dawgs, get Son of Sam'd up, what!
Ahead of my time, failed history passed chemistry, quiet nines in Quinine
My energy always be weaponry to unload, while there's people to holdup reputations to uphold
I'm Gung Ho with them white lines, not the kind that divides traffic
But the kind that reminds addicts, automatics to yo attic
Tecked out Porsche' in the decked out Boxter WASup!
Fed's is nice with the camera's, challengers get beat black and lavender
Women put my name across they chest like janitors
Fans of the, hustler under the stairs his fiends on the banisters WHAT!!!