Ankh:her Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

[Verse 1] 

Balance 

A drunken ground for my niggas 

But what if up was down for the liquor? 

Then pour in something stiffer 

Filter mud from the champagne on blood 

Might just milk a tub out my hand vein 

Ivy league, I receive, Irie vibes 

What a dream! What I mean? Ideaize 

You see the storm brewing way up in the heaven 

A statue wouldn't mourn'em so I wake up to erect, damn 

And the bed made of women 

Who came first with a head made of chickens? 

Break the fast, break the mask on a egg-making mission 

With X-rated visions 

And the glass 

I wish that I could live inside jazz 

As hecklers shekel magpie 

Note-blowing standard 

Scat over improvised ragtime 

Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me back (???) 

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[Hook] 

Feather me or let it be 

(My nigga, what's up?) 

Tether me or sever me 

(My nigga, what's up?) 

Definitely won't set me free 

(My nigga, what's up?) 

But you look like a set of keys 

(My nigga, what's up?) 

[Verse 2] 

May I die from a hand that is not black 

Lie down my crown where Mike Brown dropped at 

At the spot where he was unchained 

To pour liquor on it and watch a King grow from the blood stains 

Then hug him, I'm just here, I ain't here to judge him 

I hear the jeers, the cheers, I'm adjusted 

It's the day, it's judgement 

(Ankh:hers) 

For the sippers and the drinkers 

Lift her by the shoulders like hangers 

Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in their fingers 

Ambulance chasers bad chance ain't no mash for the bangers 

Ash with a bad hand, cash for the danger 

Bottom made of glass, shake that ass for the strangers 

I'm on the wrath with the danglers, shaking my shaft 

You just bass to the anglers (hooked) 

Drift to mausoleum, shackle my feet in 1919 

Hollerin' droppin' cosmopolitans on the crime scene 

Xenophobian, hemoglobin soakin' on white queens 

Pale-face invaders to foreign devils and gaijin 

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[Hook] 

Feather me or let it be 

(My nigga, what's up?) 

Tether me or sever me 

(My nigga, what's up?) 

Definitely won't set me free 

(My nigga, what's up?) 

But you look like a set of keys 

(My nigga, what's up?) 

[Verse 3] 

Has the moon killed the sun yet? 

Over dim sum steamed bamboo basket bun sets 

A brisk run to keep the lungs fresh 

Hung sweats on the radiator 

Two shanks for the date rapers and baby tapers 

Clear the vision with the spit inside the aviators 

Legit but quit because the lick promised them pits of paper 

Will we eliminate the innovators? 

Will we commemorate the imitators? 

You are now set tripping with eliminators 

Life given persimmons 

So now your lemons persimmon flavored 

Why you mixing different neighbors? Spike it 

Now the wrists are slitting razors 

(Ankh:hers) 

The benefits of red wine 

Drunken box thieves fighting bars to charge a dead mine 

Iron wing Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese chicken strips 

Well-designed to keep from liftin' shit 

[Hook] 

Feather me or let it be 

(My nigga, what's up?) 

Tether me or sever me 

(My nigga, what's up?) 

Definitely won't set me free 

(My nigga, what's up?) 

But you look like a set of keys 

(My nigga, what's up?)