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Artist:Lupe Fiasco  Album:DROGAS WAVE  Composer:Lupe Fiasco & Freeway Tjay 

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We are a people who have historically been on the verge of extinction Freeway We have been at many times, under much stress Since being brought into this country On many, many slave ships Preparations, reparations from segregation Genius at Genesis, master system SEGAs Punjabi mommy, dissecting Vedas on Sepulveda Anointed players who coin phrases, that's metal paper Level layers, several shades of grey and submission for it MILF lover under silk covers who kiss her horses Pilates central to preservin’ the body temple (oh yea) Jazz classics combatin' the fattest ass, status Quotient; my potions soakin' like boats in oceans Motion sickness, I overdid all my finesse pack Multidecker, new refreshment, lessons from jet snacks My momma wisdom, my competition is setbacks Jetlaggin’, very swaggered, my Jordans dirty AMG performance, my foreign don't show no mercy Mere products, objects, meaningless to the over-standers Contemplatin' with industrialists and social planners Manillas! Don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us Don't ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don't ruin us Don’t ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us Don’t ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us God said Life's work, overseeing the Five Classics You can accomplish anything if you survive blackness Sober living, Kosher kitchen, and co-defendants Soda sippin', the soca rhythms, and global vision Fear no verdict, but I feel allergic to local prisons My new resurgence, a due return into socialism Youth moves pay dividends as an old man Snake-headed Mayan goddess body with gold hands Father sins, send his twins into the underworld Though legendary, I weapon carry for same goals My February's is necessary to save souls Epilepsy diamonds flicker foolish on the cuff wrist Do my duty to be useless to the fuck shit Manufacture finished goods to service local needs Dashboards lack the means to show my total speeds Fast forward florists forge orchids to go with me Construct the future with thirty bars Long tenures, I'm returning home to dirty cars Jasmine necklace from a poor woman on Hindu streets I gave her Rupees, she gave me beauty, I temple creep

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