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Artist:Lupe Fiasco 

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Uh yeah Uh We're all chemicals, vitamins, and minerals And 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 'em to the top Just to fall asleep listening to Bach? The ribbon in the sky is the riddim 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? That's buried living and cherry picking every lemon 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 Moroccan moles and undercover squirrels I like cartoons, southern cities with large moons Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers, and art booms Apologize 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 they hunt, kind of salty that I'm going hard First part of a party that I throw in parts One minute you're playing pool, next minute you're 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 Back-up the wordplay playing at the man's states Means I can still be the man if the dam breaks And when demand brakes I'm reflectious what they can't face My peers will still treat the mirror like it's a fanbase 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 rainin' 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 to 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 beatbox So the sun rise when the beat drop 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 Yeah, uh Then forge poetry like a young honorary Morrissey Then spit it to the golden locks thots who like their porridge all watery Not scorching nor sorbety 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


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