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Lupe Fiasco

Genres: Hip-Hop

Kings Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

As I proceed to go dig through an old crib 

Hold kids as I blunder through a pharaoh house 

Thug Bones in guild did the parrow piss 

But arrow heads then let the marrow out 

I literally won't leave lettuce since I've received the brita 

And when the sea leaves the land, who will feed the rivers, huh? 

Crazy busy, make me, make me miss ya even when I'm with ya 

If a phone calls in the club, but the music is too loud around to hear it 

Do I still have to clear it? 

Myth be told, 60 souls perished in the perish bill 

Rode a pair of wheels on 50 scrolls with a pair of quils 

Answered the question Americas, Amerikills 

Been living inside envelopes with a pair of sills 

Tall man like (?) downfall from a pair of stilts wearin' heels, that's high 

As I proceed to find silver lining, it's stalagmite 

Cat eyes and scary crowns on a black grace 

Two wave, not to see bubonic plague on your rat face 

Practice on the uttering till it lactates 

Then begin to butterin' of the pancakes 

Push it to the margin flick the garden to the land lakes 

 

Associate with mates that spit inside of they handshakes, yeah 

 

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As I walk through the shadow of San Fernando Valley 

Walkin' like fingers how, how they rally on pianos 

Up and down the dials I WKRP, in Cincinnati 

Let's settle on the station like less gas for 100 miles 

May I have this last dance? 

Grab her hands then proceed to do the runnin' child 

Then delude the stomach growls, introduced to somethin' wild 

Until we see civilization, (?) 

Patients, our art isn't intimidation 

But you can't process the progress 

If you get your style ques from outta Complex 

Nah nigga, that ain't hot 

No, no and no shots, no boas and no thots 

I walk 'em over to motorboat on the yachts 

To go so sober on all the shirk and on overdose on salats, haann 

Francis Ford Coppola's broken plots 

Port localists rowing in open drops 

Titanic corpse smokin' from openin' dose from chops 

Like (?) leaders is lurkin' with loaded Glocks, haann 

 

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