Mean And Vicious Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

(Intro) 

That's him over there, I can't really stand him 

I don't like him at all 

He's a mean... 

(Verse 1) 

He's mean... and vicious! 

I can't believe he's that rude 

To those stories, those rhymes, that Jew 

Then he put 'em on the floor like cat food 

Then put 'em on the track like glue 

Then put 'em on ya head like hat 

Hey back to you, Lu 

Black power, I'm just runnin' wit a barrel full of black powder 

Wit a hole in it, holdin' it, wheezin' deep, breathin' 

Runnin' from the fire on the trail I keep leavin' 

I can't shake it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I keep seekin' 

Somewhere to hide from it, I can die from it 

But it keep, keepin' up just when I think that I've done it 

It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' barrel of black powder 

How that flame keep reachin' us? 

Just one of the long rended extended metaphors of Lu's 

This time I use the example of a fuse to demonstrate 

How I can't lose, I would put it down but I can't 

Due to the glue that I use to fuse everything together 

Well I spill some on my hands and god damn! 

I might have to carry this forever 

Well I'm crazy to the game 'til they bury me, insane! 

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(Chorus) 

There once was a boy that grew up on the west side 

of Chicago liked his hat to the left side 

Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang 

Doin' his thang, doin' his thang 

There once was a boy that grew up on the west side 

of Chicago liked his hat to the left side 

Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang 

Now he's doin' his thang, doin' his thang 

(Verse 2) 

Truthfully I have trouble with second verses 

'Cause the first one be so intimidating 

It be bullyin' pickin' on it instigating 

Pointin' out all the second one's limitations like, 

You ain't nothin' but an imitation like 

bits of bacon then he gets the chorus and the beat to get together 

Then they all gang up on 'em and get to hatin' 

But then around that 8th bar he tires 

so they conspire and commiserate 

and then he finds his inspiration 

To spar, he takes a few seconds of Judo lessons 

Gets back on beat, then punches the guitar 

They stand in awe like, 

When did you write that? 

They even right black 

First verse already happened so he don't have a chance to fight back 

I like that! 

Abignail Junior, check me 

You gon' respect me, aight track? 

Listen to 'em, feelin' himself 

Swagger up! And a few ad-libs to back it up 

Let's back it up 

I think you've had enough 

Gimme my mic back 

You ain't even write that 

Oh it's like that? 

Track stop pumpin' til this nigga stop frontin' 

Yeah, yeah now write back 

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(Chorus) 

(Verse 3) 

Oh my God! My perils and my odds! 

I ain't really here what you hear is a mirage! 

This ain't the delivery baby, this is just Lamaze 

The ice cream and pickles, the tickle and a massage 

The King Arthur rhythm of the Knight, El DeBarge 

The camouflaged water in the distance, 

loggin' a camel to get there with a quickness, mean and vicious 

Grinch who stole Christmas, and hid it in the garage 

That was a collage, a barrage abroad all things that seem keen 

To help this thing start 

Jump jump! My battery charged 

I'm bout my green like string beans and beings from Mars 

It's a mean thing to be seen with ours 

Got that F and F on me, I'm a young lil thrilla 

I will resurrect homie, come back for my killa 

In some disheveled apparel with that same leakin' barrel, it's on! 

(Chorus) 

He's mean... and vicious!