Lupe Fiasco

[fox69]

"The Instrumental"
(feat. Jonah Matranga)

"The Instrumental"
(feat. Jonah Matranga)



[Lupe Fiasco]
Uh.. yeah
He just sits, and watches the people in the boxes
Everything he sees he absorbs and adopts it
He mimics and he mocks it
Really hates the box but he can't remember how to stop, it
Uh, so he continues to watch it
Hoping that it'll give him something that he can box with
Or how the locksmith, see the box as, locked in the box
Ain't got the combination to unlock, it
That's why he watch-es, scared to look away
Cause at that moment, it might show him
What to take off the locks with
So he chained himself to the box, took a lock and then he locked it
Swallowed the combination and then forgot, it
As the doctors jot it all down, with they pens and pencils
The same ones that took away his voice
And just left this instrumental, like that

[Chorus: Jonah Matranga + (Lupe)]
And he never lies (he never lies, he never lies, uh)
And he never lies (uh, he never lies, he never lies, no)
And he never lies (he never lies)
Cause he never said anything at all

[Lupe Fiasco]
He just sits, and listens to the people in the boxes
Everything he hears he absorbs and adopts it
Anything not coming out the box he blocks it
See he loves to box and hope they never stop it
Anything the box tell him to do, he does it
Anything it tell him to get, he shops and he cops it
He protects the box, locks it in a box
when he goes to sleep, but he never sleeps
Cause he stays up to watch it, scared to look away
Cause at that moment, it might get stolen
And that's the last of the boxes
So he chained himself to the box, took a lock and then he locked it
Swallowed the combination and then forgot, it
As the doctors jot it all down, with they pens and pencils
The same ones that took away his voice
And just left this instrumental, like that

[Chorus]

[Lupe Fiasco]
(Anything at all..) He never lies
Uh, and you can't tell me just who you are
You buy new clothes just to hide those scars
You built that roof just to hide those stars
Now you can't take it back to the start
And you can't tell me just who you are
You buy new clothes just to hide those scars
You built that roof just to hide those stars
Now you can't take it back to the start

[Chorus]

[Lupe Fiasco]
(Anything at all.. anything at all..)
Uh, and you can't tell me just who you are
You buy new clothes just to hide those scars
You built that roof just to hide those stars
Now you can't take it back to the start
And you can't tell me just who you are
You buy new clothes just to hide those scars
You built that roof just to hide those stars
Now you can't take it back to the start
[repeats and fades as Josh ad libs]

 

[fox69]

"The National Anthem"

"The National Anthem"


[Lupe Fiasco]
Your attention please, your attention I need it
So I can sit you in a position from which I see it
Where I'm seated is scenic
Heavy-weighter, slim as the Machinist, so bulimic
Which means you somewhere in between it
I take it back for you like the Wyld Stallyns of San Dimas
I'm in the market for low-mile 360 Modenas
And a good organic cleaners
My car always a winner
Your car's always pitted
We should call it Stanley Steamers
Most of my friends in gangs
My new nickname is gang is con/Ghengis Khan
But without the 'Ye, but his last name's my side
I ride with the demeanors/the meanest
I'm armed to the teeth
You're Venus and you've never been to the Dinas/dentist)
School of Hard Knocks, I dean it
I done it, as well as a celebrated alumnus
I donate to the campus and my name's on the arenas
But you can't bring it to my court not even with subpoenas
Cause you can't play my sport but you can still cheerlead us
And you can't sit there, that section's for the seniors
And the sexy senoritas so just move up to the bleachers
How you going to school me when I grew up with your teachers
I know that you can't hear me
Cause I blew up all the speakers
And the power line is hanging
Cause I threw up all the sneakers
I ate up the imposters/pasta
And I chewed through all the pizzas
I blacked out with a black card
And I maxed out all the Visas
Accreditation so prestigious
Just walk across my stage
Your life will be completed
Don't need financial aid
Cause this is just some free shit
You been properly prepared
Throw your hats up in the air
I'm red hot, Chilly/Red Hot Chili, I'm Anthony Kiedis
My spirit smells teenage
And Chi-town's feeling excellent
We hit them with the President
See we set the precedent
I don't feel I'm best
I just feel I'm better than

[Chorus: Thom Yorke/Radiohead]
Everyone, everyone around here
Everyone is so near
So alone, so alone

[Lupe Fiasco]
See I don't disagree
This is just a grievance
This ain't dissing
This is civil disobedience
How you going to make hip-hop
Without all the ingredients?
Lot of mouths to feed
Plus a lot of greediness
And that greed, outshines the neediness
What niggas need is some question they authority
And tune out all the TV shit
And we be this
So I give them more
You see I did it for

[Chorus]

[Lupe Fiasco]
Yeah, I am back up on the airwaves
Feeling like a Soldier and I ain't talking where the Bears play
Flair, look how I Fred Astaire down the staircases
Fixing to be a hair-raising tortoise versus hare race
So you should hang around here/hair like some earrings
I know attention's all about how you pair things
So when I want them to hear me out
I just sit them next to some pictures of Rosa splitting with her titties out
And what's written on her titties is what it's really about
Then her vagina is some poor kids from China
Nipples nuclear missiles
Ass is a daughter without a dad
Back is like Afghanistan, Iraq
Health care hair, drive-by thighs
Education lips, HIV eyes
Environment feet
Justice get her so wet, brains get you brains
You can fuck her if you protest
But before you bust in her face, finish listening to the tape
Enemy of the State

 

[fox69]

"The One"

"The One"


The game was looking weak, the whole scene starved
So I came through with some Muscle Milk and protein bars
Barbells and jump ropes, Bowflexes to body it
And a couple Billy Blanks Tae-Bo Karate kicks
If you ain't Million Dollar Dreaming then we opposites
In high school I was voted the most Ted DiBiase-est
Also the most slept on, cause my Ted DiBiase-ness
An (Inglorious Bastard) and you looking like a Nazi bitch
They say it's hard out here for old boy, then tell me where Taraji is
I am going so raw watch me Soy Sauce, Wasabi this
Nobu/noble on them Pro-Tools, hot as H-E- double hockey sticks
Make sure you give the chef your compliments
And thank him for his constantly great tasting accomplishments
A smiley face, emoticons if you want to remain anonymous
My retirement's on hold, I got the whole world on conference
Matchstick Man, I really have the confidence
That I'm a give them G.O.O.D Music like Common Sense and Consequence
Content that's relative across the continent
New York, Houston, Chi-Town, Los Angeles
Enemy

 

[fox69]

"The Pen and The Needlz"

"The Pen and The Needlz"


[Lupe talking:]
Grew up in Chicago, West side, gang lifestyle, the drug scene, the whole.. it's like one whole universe of insanity

[Verse 1:]
Before I start, like to make sure I’m smart
Gather my composure, rather my swagger and my culture
Pivot my fitted, then begin to rivet, with a change of lyric
In other words, I reposition how I sit it
Then make you feel it like I mispronounced "filet"
On second thought, I can't make you fill it
Like you digging your own grave, unless you can Kill Bill it
A night of the living passed away
Can you dig it? Why Emcee? Hey
I do it for my village
The pennin' is John Lennon, the beat is the Beatles
Go together like Lenin and the people
In some fresh linens and some John Lennon’s fresh outta Seagle's
The pen and the needles...

[Writing and mumbling upcoming verse]

[Verse 2:]
I'm back at cha, and I Pac like cap backwards
Like a hat's backwards, you know, when the bats backwards
Yeah, like a bat catchers
The law gotta long arm like a back scratcher
But before I leave mine at home
Like a bad catcher, I think about my zone
Where pimps make scratch off the track like a DJ
Easy, that’s my zone rappers
It's my deck
And if I catch u set trippin’ wit my cassette sittin’ in a zone rappers:
It's not a threat
Cuz it'll span ya where I roam rappers, where I hone my skills
They wanna send me back home the devil, is on my heels
The writing is Sting, liken the sequences, the Police, I repeat
We go together like the Beauty and the Beast
Writing is in my veins;
The ink is the diesel, the pen and the needles…

[Writing and mumbling upcoming verse]

[Verse 3:]
The word is mightier than the sword
And my serve is tightier than yours
Like year in St. Louis ya whole flow
I fear I sank through it...
It all became clear
Like a paramedic with an electric chest kit, YEAH
The gravity of the vocabulary is a caliber equal to Excalibur
Swung wit the grace of Agassi in his amateurs, THERE
There was a deeper depth, don't know how I got here
I also had a hole in my flow
It appears I sank to it...
My swing, it couldn’t be seen
I apply some paint to it, the invisible man
Wrapped in bandages, in critical, CLEAR
The scriptin' of Scorsese the score is Count Basie
We go together like, the original and the sequel
This is the end of the trilogy, ya feelin’ me?
The pen and the needles...

 

[fox69]

"The Show Goes On"

"The Show Goes On"


[Chorus x2:]
Alright, already the show goes on
all night, till the morning we dream so long
anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up
just remember when you come up
the show goes on!

[Verse 1:]
Have you ever had the feeling that you was being had
Don’t that shit that make you mad
They treat you like a slave, with chains all on your soul,
and put whips up on your back,
they be lying through they teeth
hope you slip up off your path
I don’t switch up I just laugh
put my kicks up on they desk
unaffected by they threats than get busy on they ass
see that’s how that Chi-Town made me
That’s how my daddy raised me
that glittering may not be gold, don’t let no body play me
if you are my homeboy, you never have to pay me
Go on and put your hands up, when times are hard you stand up
L-U-P the man, cause a brand that the fans trust
so even if they ban us they’ll never slow my plans up!

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
One in the air for the people that ain’t here
Two in the air for the father that’s there
Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto
Four for the kids who don’t wanna be there
None for the niggas trying to hold them back
Five in the air for the teacher not scared to tell those kids thats living in the ghetto that the niggas holdin back that the World is theirs!
Yeah yeah, the World is yours, I was once that little boy
Terrified of the World
Now I’m on a World tour
I will give up everything, even start a world war
for these ghettos girls and boys im rapping round’ the World for!
Africa to New York, Haiti then I detour, Oakland out to Auckland
Gaza Strip to Detroit, say hip-hop only destroy
tell em’ look at me, boy!
I hope your son don’t have a gun and never be a D-boy

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
So no matter what you been through
no matter what you into
no matter what you see when you look outside your window
brown grass or green grass
picket fence or barbed wire
Never ever put them down
you just lift your arms higher
raise em till’ your arms tired
Let em’ know you’re there
That you struggling and survivin’ that you gonna persevere
Yeah, ain’t no body leavin, no body goin’ home
even if they turn the lights out the show is goin’ on!

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"They.Resurrect.Over.New"
(feat. Ab-Soul & Troi)

"They.Resurrect.Over.New"
(feat. Ab-Soul & Troi)



Dark matter with the sparks scattered up above
Velvet hands in the upper glove, touch
Like bad double dutch
And two Amsterdam's ain't enough, d.r.u.g.s;
"Don't ruin us, God said", #DROGAS
Too much pride we electric slide, we should be closer
Like soda, nothin' changed but a chola
I see the sun then the clouds then the vultures
Pay respects in my sensei's sculpture
High as the angel on the Dikembe's shoulder
Eyes looking like MKUltra
We deck the vision through these dark shades
Bad dreams through the screens of an arcade
Hangin' on the joy like the residues of heartbreak
Park full of art, arteries full of parquet
'Bedient like new games, easily defeating
Or two gangs meeting for the evening
Or two feet on a Riesling, slow wind
Meditate to the slow mind
Decorate me with shine till I go blind
BDSM dominated it with no bind
Safe word is don't stop, both or don't go no times

[Refrain:]
Proceed to the next level
(Tron)
Proceed to the next level
(Tron)

Coolest, tulips, flowers, fall from the towers
Like galls from Galileo to lay low
Ignorance that the world isn't ours, the God
Give them all showers
Toni found the fountain of youth, in the mountain of power
To only find truth in the fountain, drowning in power
Surrounded with dollars
The moon surrounds us like spoons moving chowder
Cut, that's a mis-direct to stir the soul with dis-effect
Names don't last like Mr. X
Unless you Galilee dropping bowling balls on the discotheque
With a disco ball hanging 'round your neck
Dance, it's a new year
Every time I open my hands
Thoughts moving circles and the thoughts universal
Yokozuna's don't throw salt in a circle
Sumo you up off off your turf boy
Tsunami you up off your surfboard
[?] Medusa in the go
'Fore Versace turned words into turquoise
Medusa turned coke into stone
With a hand on her thigh, she looked me in the eye and said
Proceed to the next level

[Hook - Troi:]
Sounds so far, seems so much
(Tron)
I cannot settle for good enough
So I'll sweat and I'll climb until I reach my prime
(Proceed to the next level)
The forces rise and fall again
Throw it up, will I reach the end
In my eyes, there's a fire and it takes me high

[Ab-Soul:]
Uh
Soulo!
Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you'll be among the stars (space)
Backstroke in my pool of thought but don't mind the sharks (wavy)
Ab-solar system intergalactic soldier
Lupe say I'ma stoner, I say that I'm much bolder
Trapped in a game where the trap is the game
Scope this horror, aquarius's make it rain here
No love for your honor, only God can judge us
If you're Islamic, Allah, I've had enough to my collar
With these niggas castin' stones like this Mancala
Proceed to the next level, dig that with a platinum shovel
Black magic, matter of fact, if matter is fact
A matter factory is in the making perhaps
Uh, erase your database
We race against time, no time to set a date
Tattuo and youth induced
Too cool for school, unloose the noose and

[Refrain]

[Troi:]
With
Next level, next floor
I'm ready for it
I've been waiting all my life
Tron, Tron
We're going up, we're going up
Next level, next floor

 

[fox69]

"Thorns And Horns"
(feat. Ab-Soul)

"Thorns And Horns"
(feat. Ab-Soul)



[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]

 

[fox69]

"Till I Get There"

"Till I Get There"


[Verse 1]
Album on hold, whole word on hold
The crowd is like "ho!", operator's like "hold"
Man, now ain't that cold?
I'm just trying to talk to my homie, that's up in the hole
Homegirl ain't trying to be a hoe, even though she on a pole
Can she get a second chance? NO!
Whoa! Like the opposite of gold
That's how it's supposed to be: a butterfly
For the sake of rhyming let's just say "butterflyee"
The truth stings like Muhammad Ali
I tell 'em tell 'em don't homicide me
I just a little old hope with his back against the ropes
Fighting for his fans and, fighting for his folks
But the boo's from the crowd they become so loud
If I could block em out then, I could knock em out then
Dance around the ring, but until then I'll say

[Hook:]
I'mma keep it cool, and I'mma do me
It is what it is and that's how it's gon' be
Until I get there
Until I get there
And yeah I got flaws, I know I'm not perfect
But all ups and downs, will soon be worth it
When I get there
When I get there

[Verse 2]
"Doctor doctor please! The fame ain't painless enough"
That's cause you ain't famous enough
You got a little game, but your name ain't ringing enough
He said "take 2 of these and put change in my cup"
I said I wasn't poor, he gave me some more
Prescribed me a publicist and pointed me to the door
"Out!" Ouch.. I'm telling you this all from a therapist's couch
"Tell me about your mother? What she's all about?"
Prescribed me an interview and then told me to bounce
Damn..geez. The world is so cold, I'm glad I bought these skis
Went right off of the bunny slopes and right into the trees
Went unconscious, they rushed me to a concert
Instead of green jello they made me chicken soup
They fed me magazine covers and video shoots

[Hook:]
I'mma keep it cool, and I'mma do me
It is what it is and that's how it's gon' be
Until I get there
Until I get there
And yeah I got flaws, I know I'm not perfect
But all ups and downs, will soon be worth it
When I get there
When I get there

[Verse 3]
And when I finally make it, I'mma stunt so hard
Evil as Knievel, I'mma jump so far
Way up in the atmosphere, I ain't coming back
Be a jerk to these jerks, yeah that'll make em hurt
Huh? Instead of young boy in the mirror
A young version of me, so I started to tear up
He said "you need to cheer up, your mind need to clear up
You're already here, just be yourself from here up"
Then he disappeared and I felt something familiar
Something I was taught, something I had lost
If you are afraid, the fear that you gon' change some
All you gotta do is just remember where you came from

[Hook:]
I'mma keep it cool, and I'mma do me
It is what it is and that's how it's gon' be
Until I get there
Until I get there
And yeah I got flaws, I know I'm not perfect
But all ups and downs, will soon be worth it
When I get there
When I get there

 

[fox69]

"Tranquillo"
(feat. Rick Ross & Big K.R.I.T)

"Tranquillo"
(feat. Rick Ross & Big K.R.I.T)



[Lupe Fiasco:]
Peace
No material possessions shall cloud my judgement
As I reach, in an ethereal direction to provide my substance
Love is not found but resides insides me, I manifest this
I will respect myself and wear serenity as my necklace
I will replace what I take and have tranquility as my breakfast
Shed a new light on a new path
I will gain rhythm and lose wrath
Attain wisdom and refuse graph
And build upon what I built on
And wisely regulate time I do have
'Cause what is defeat?
But just the evidence of my haste
Lack of preparedness, in my waste
So I wait...
Surround myself with nutrition, wholesomeness and true livin'
Use natural codes of conduct to remove the schism when the rules missing
I will pursue felicity, find value in simplicity
Altruism and empathy will be the first thing extended to my enemy
Clarity will be the trademark of my friendships
Just invest in my business
And appreciative of the rarity of my existence

'Cause I got chillin' by the million
Tranquillo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain't talkin' 'bout them drugs
I'm talkin' 'bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what's up?
'Cause I got chillin' by the million
Tranquillo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain't talkin' 'bout that work
I'm talkin' 'bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

[Rick Ross:]
I got bitches on bitches
All my dreams and my visions
I remember me fishin' out of canals in the trenches
Now a nigga be flossy
Rolls Royce lookin' glossy
Quick to put down a demo to get these haters up off me
I like to smoke to myself
I just try to improve
Let my son hold my strap while I swim laps in the pool
Told my daughter the rules which we all must abide
Your daddy was far from perfect, things we did to survive
I just wanted to fly, they always lookin' down on us
School district full of killers, I mean these niggas ferocious
Only violence and drugs, there was nothin' for us
All I had was this music, I couldn't afford to do much

[Lupe Fiasco:]
'Cause I got chillin' by the million
Tranquillo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain't talkin' 'bout them drugs
I'm talkin' 'bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what's up?
'Cause I got chillin' by the million
Tranquillo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain't talkin' 'bout that work
I'm talkin' 'bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Young nigga say ball
'Cause he ain't really livin' life 'less he's down to roll the dice
Put it all on the line for a couple dollars
And a bad bitch that only think about him if he call
Is it really worth the time and the effort?
Chasin' wood grain and the leather
Puttin' pressure on the pedal, I don't want the devil
Hopin' he fall
Feed him to his nonsense, mothafuck a contract
You don't need a handout, they gon' bring the bands out
Choppas make 'em stand down, good lord
But you don't wanna be another nigga
Chase the figures that never really add up
White folk pass your face
Dyin' in the grass 'cause they wouldn't call the law
'Cause you're hooded, Black and they think you're sellin' crack
Maybe so, you don't give a fuck in a rut, nigga
'Til those in the street got you stuck, nigga, what, nigga?
Buck, buck, nigga
Buried your partner just the other day knowin' he was too young
Had a tool, tryna roll on the folk
Let it go on the folk
But he wasn't down to shoot one
Though the time dead and gone
Is YOLO what we on?
I heard different, it's never too late to listen
And be reborn
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Go be reborn
Peace and understanding is what you should be on

[Lupe Fiasco:]
'Cause I got chillin' by the million
Tranquillo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain't talkin' 'bout them drugs
I'm talkin' 'bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what's up?
'Cause I got chillin' by the million
Tranquillo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain't talkin' 'bout that work
I'm talkin' 'bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

 

[fox69]

"Turnt Up"

"Turnt Up"


Microphone check, I make them all bounce
Every teller in Bank of America, make them all count
You gone need the whole staff to add up the amount
It's going to take to pay me off to keep me out your house

To keep me in my zone so that I don't zone out
I'm Rich (Boy) and Po (low the Don) like Zone 4, thoughts is deep like Tone Loc
Walk with me like old folk, cross your street a score's goaled
I don't rap, I hockey rink, cause my flow is so cold

I am on my "mmhmm," they are on they "Oh, No!"
I am really in here/hair, they ain't real like Soul Glo
Don't you know I'm so sure, them nigga's got no glow
Find a master 'fore you can come back into the dojo

Lupe got his mind right, nigga this is my mic
And I've come to take it all back like Miller High Life
He must not be tied tight, back against the wall
He will throw a ball like he playing Jai Alai

I'll do the register, you just get them fries right
I don't trust America after watching Zeitgeist
Take a look at my stripes, chest looks like a tiger arm
and I'm hot as tiger balm, fire like a five-alarm

And it's set to Tire Barn, Get your fire-fighter on
I ain't worried about you hoes/hose, I don't even need to roll
I turn down your ex like how you put your tires on
Once I get these tires on, I buy a bomb and tie it on

And ride this around the entire song, find a line to drive it on
Park it near a metaphor, wait for it, the timer's on
You can turn your hydrants on, I'll just turn my wipers on
Wipe it off then wipe me down but don't forget about my bomb