Me and Fiasco, Hollywood, California Palm trees, lights Enjoy the Before we take it down, I need everybody in the buiding now right to left, front to back, left to right, to put hands in the sky right now before we get to the next song We got any hip-hop fans out there? Where y'all at? Make some Y'all ready for Lupe Fiasco? Let me hear you make some fuckin'
Say insane, in the brain, in the brain, I bring the pain Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the to do my thang So whatchu Write my on the wall, on the wall, on the wall, ah-all, in of Fames Got a day in the city, ooh, not too gangster to be in the video Insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I the pain Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the to do my thang So think?
See when loves comes from the center, I'mma tumble to my I heard you heard that I was fly so I'm Dumbo to my Gimmie them inches I make out them, bitches, bru Listen, you do a mile in trial while in my innertube Tour de Force, so I am not the daddy Had to move the club all by 'cause I ain't had no Caddy Gladly, didn't always have cake but I always had a patty Or at least a girl like Ayesha from Cincinnati
Word to Ken and Kathy, who says we can't be happy? Sadly it ain't no joke on that block, let Laffy Taffy to trap me, dug out like a nappy snappy, even Lassie Attacked me, tag me for grappling so I can get to wrestlin' For the love because the foundation is my heart, my start Play my part, make with my art Give my DJ the Serato, got that from my vatos Down in in El Paso, Tapatío on my tacos
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Yeah, uhh Doin' them papers for the like I'm Superman Past, wanna put it all me like a movin' van Future, want it cuter than Tran, Hula dance Not like in booty pants, on Hoover, I do the Dam Or at least I'm tryin', in the that I see some diamonds On a boat and a piece of mind and on a coast with a climate Where dopes wanna refinement And the pros wanna keep it And the wanna see my rhymin' For the dose of the secret (yeah) Way the maze on the way
To the at the pace of Amazing Grace (okay) And a raisin in the rays of the Sun Wouldn't in the shade of the day (okay) Will you lay in a with a snake Gettin' filleted on the back and it nailed to the Not the nails from salons but the nails that And a rusty blade to the face To clear your Nah don't want that fate, no They won't take place, yeah Gotta get mine the love from below and above in the mud And the mind of a but I'm tryna relax But design all the like floods If you see me from the high road, more on my Gyro
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Happy Timbuck2 Day, in the groove you got Lupe And I'm as Michael Bublé eatin' creme brulee and Kool-Aid You can scroll down just like Jubei, the whole got that sauce Hard and soft when I lay it down, Wu-Tang logo on my duvet That's ying-yang, Baby Boy and Ving Rhames That's the best of both like God caused the Big Bang (Mind blown) Now this drive you insane Keep blacks all around that waist, but don't make us senseis That's insane, slaves, man's like, "I don't wanna work, send slaves On ships, on waves, in waves", than a goalay, golder than my Rolay Told her hope and her 'lobe just like Evander Holay That's cleaner than a solar panel, panoramic camera Tanner family photo album, used to smuggle Now they don't that beef, let that child talk like a king Let that cat walk in the street, mild sauce on my wings
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We got any hip-hop fans out there? y'all at? Make some noise Got a day in the city, ooh, not too gangster to be in the video Timbuck2, basically just a kid from Chicago that DJ'ing