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B.M.F. (Building Minds Faster) – Lupe Fiasco

Lirik lagu: B.M.F. (Building Minds Faster)

[Lupe: Talking]
Uh huh, Friend of the People!!
Yeah, I mean c’mon. What the FUCK do I gotta do?
This one for the fans here Jack

[Lupe: Hook]
I think I’m Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Some Bible verses, couple Sunnahs
An AK-47 that’s a revolution!! (nigga)
Think I’m 2Pac, Bob Marley
Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey
Them the real ones, light a lighter for ’em
Letcha know, that I’m ridin’ for ’em

[Lupe: Verse 1]
Gon’ gimme some, a lil’ more beat
Call yo’ friends around, then call the police!
Im ridin’ wit my flow, it take up four seats
So I’m gon’ ghost ride, but with no sheets
One man by myself, even then I’m 4 deep
Like hotel swimming pools, that’s 4 feet
These niggas like the rooms, so suite(sweet)
Priceline! so cheaaap
I’m the cell phone, they the room keys
I’m some shell toes, they some shoe strings
I turn ’em off, I take ’em out
I’m Reverend Run, with the laces out
Adidas, so adios
All day I dream, like I’m comatose
That’s your ship sinking, and I’m so afloat
I’m T-Pain, I’m on a boat!!!
Not the slave one, Decaprio’s either
Hear the waves come, they started in the bleachers
So I’m swag surfin’, the pool’s getting deeper
You still sweet though, here come them room keepers
Ok I’ll be the strings, you be the shoes
But guess what (what?), now they Jimmy Choo’s
I wear the pants, you in the pools
Yo shit meows, my shit AWOOOOOOOOO
I got a fifth flow, call me Brother Man
Africa the set, yea that’s the motherland
For that BP, I shed 50 tears
In Nigeria that oil been spillin’ for like 50 years!
Fifty years! Hell naww, hell yeahhh, tryina tell ya’ll
At this rate, niggas gon’ lose!
Can’t search for water, or grow your own food!
Tell me what’s gon’ happen, when them stores close
And ain’t gon open up, no more
Yeah that’s the realest shit
You gon’ feel dat, hungers yo’ enemy
But you can’t kill dat!
Nigga wake up, don’t join the army
Kill your own peoples, but fear Illuminatis
And they ain’t even real, or are they?
But you ain’t even know, because you partay
Too fuckin much, if you start to doubt
They already in yo mind, and comin’ out yo mouth
Its not a trick, nigga, it’s a trap
Survival of the fit, is what they aiming at
And niggas ain’t fit, fat as hell!
Fat in mind, body fat, as well
Who use most the drugs? Americans!
Whats in Afghanistan? heroin!
You think thats by mistake? They can’t stop dat?
Don’t think you safe though, because you not black
Greed is colorblind, so I’m colorblind
They gon’ fuck with yours soon as they done with mine
They say I try to hard, verses overwhelm
I learned most of this, from niggas sittin’ in jail
Where you think I’m from? I’m from the streets nigga!
Triple OG’s told me to teach nigga!
And that ain’t made up, nope! Thats a fact
They say that gangsta shit, is the shit I rap
Look who I attract, look at my inner circle
Bunch of street niggas, and a couple Erkles
Look at my fanbase! Oh yess!
Fuck what Pro say! Look at this protest!
Where they do that at? Who they do that for?
Must mean I’m doin’ bad, and things is movin’ slow
We talkin’ revolution on public radio!
Then catch me down in Houston, sittin on them 84’s
Trae wassup, ABN, gotcha back nigga, sink or swim
Free Chilly Chill, shake off yo’ mastas
Pray to God; Build yo mind faster

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[Lupe: Hook]
I think I’m Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Couple Bible verses, and some Sunnahs
An AK-47 that’s a revolution!! (nigga)
Think I’m 2Pac, Bob Marley
Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey
Them the real ones, light a lighter for ’em
If you ain’t know, I’m ridin’ for ’em

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Hurt Me Soul – Lupe Fiasco

Now I ain’t tryna be the greatest
I used to hate hip-hop… yup, because the women degraded
But Too $hort made me laugh, like a hypocrite I played it
A hypocrite I stated, though I only recited half
Omittin the word “bitch,” cursin I wouldn’t say it
Me and dog couldn’t relate, til a bitch I dated
Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers alike
But I learnt it from a song I heard and sorta liked
Yeah, for the icin, glamorized drug dealin was appealin
But the block club kept it from in front of our buildin
Gangsta rap-based filmings became the buildin blocks
For children with leakin ceilings catchin drippins with pots
Coupled with compositions from Pac, Nas’s “It Was Written”
In the mix with my realities and feelings
Living conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom and artistic vision
I began to jot, tap the world and listen, it drop

My mom can’t feed me, my boyfriend beats me
I have sex for money, the hood don’t love me
The cops wanna kill me, this nonsense built me
And I got noooo place to gooo
They bomb my village, they call us killers
Took me off they welfare, can’t afford they health care
My teacher won’t teach me, my master beats me
And it huuurts meee soooul

I had a ghetto boy bop, a Jay-Z boycott
‘Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti
I’m thinkin godly, God guard me from the ungodly
But by my 30th watchin of “Streets is Watchin”
I was back to givin props again and that was botherin
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable touchin you
The theme songs that niggas hustle to seem wrong but these songs was comin true
And it was all becoming cool
I found a condom on the ground that Johns would cum into and thought
What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit then they drop it
The homie in a suit pat her on the butt, then rock it
It seems I was seein the same scene adopted
Prevalent in different things with the witnesses indifferent to stop it
They said don’t knock it, mind ya business
His business isn’t mine and that nigga pimpin got it

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They took my daughter, we ain’t got no water
I can’t get hired, they cross on fire
We all got suspended, I just got sentenced
So I got noooo place to gooo
They threw down my gang sign, I ain’t got no hang time
They talk about my sneakers, poisoned our leader
My father ain’t seen me, turn off my TV
‘Cause it huuurts meee soooul

So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpening
Macintosh marketing
Oil field augering
Brazilian adolescent disarmament
Israeli occupation
Islamic martyrdom, precise
Yeah, laser guided targeting
Oil for food, water, and terrorist organization harborin
Sand camouflage army men
CCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorin
Louis Vuitton modelin, pornographic actress honorin
String theory ponderin, bullimic vomitin
Catholic priest fondlin, pre-emptive bombin and Osama and no bombin them
They breakin in my car again, deforestation and overloggin and
Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowin, hydroponic coughin and
All the world’s ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like that

They say I’m infected, this is why I injected
I had it aborted, we got deported
My laptop got spyware, they say that I can’t lie here
But I got noooo place to gooo
I can’t stop eatin, my best friend’s leavin
My pastor touched me, I love this country
I lost my earpiece, I hope y’all hear me
‘Cause it huuurts meee soooul

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Break the Chain (Feat. Eric Turner & Sway) – Lupe Fiasco

Lirik lagu: Break the Chain (Feat. Eric Turner & Sway)

I waited all my life to play
I still can’t find a way
But if I work it one more day
I might just break the Chain
I might just break the Chain
I might just break the Chain

[Lupe Fiasco – Verse 1]
Freedom, we can use some of that especially where we from
Where we grew up like a green thumb
It’s like a criminal is the only thing you can become
Look at what I became
Something like a phenom, nothin’ but a g-thang
Things I’ve seen when I’m looking out of these frames
Pictures I painted on the walls where we hang
From the trees we hung
Strange fruit man look at how we swung
How the hell you gonna tell us something
We ain’t have a father
How to try to grow up and be one
See umm feel it in my bones
That I’m sittin on a throne
Like a killer with a chrome
When I spit another poem
Shed a whole lot of light on a little bit of home


[Sway – Verse 2]
Super swatter, the kid remains but I represent
I ain’t no paper planes. I’m fly
Plus, I don’t write no more, sorta from the top
I’ll show you razor stay sharp
But I knew how to razor blade
I’ve paid my dues and now I wait for change
Because the flows so rude
It goes without asking Lupe
I’m so big, you aim to break
Quick to cut off any baggage like some samurai, i like to travel light
I’ve gotta leave you at home Delilah, this is Samsonite
No case for the police
Said I have seen Killah’s, I aint never seen ’em
Ghostface, only thing I’m watchin’ is my Panerai
I’ve got an alibi, i was taking pics of Chicago call me Camera Chi(shy)

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[Lupe Fiasco – Verse 3]
Chain broke, pick up Nicorete for your chain smoke
No cigarettes on my plane, yo
Stunt your ham bones from the game’s throat
Put it on mine, take a long time
B-A-Barock is how I’m livin’ online
On a webisode like let’s go let ’em know
That I put up the footage that I’m takin’ your shine
Wanna see the real chain look in your mind
Your brain look like your lil wayne brotha
Overgrow, overload, broken zone
Niggas playing games in the hood they got you stuck-up
Playa thinkin’ that its cool to be a pimp still
We gon’ set it free like a fish in a pimp hill
Take this home, rearrange it, change it
Danger, Sway-zer, Lupe Laser. Pow!


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Dumb It Down – Lupe Fiasco

[Verse 1:]
I’m fearless
Now hear this
I’m earless
And I’m peerless
That means I’m eyeless
Which means I’m tearless
Which means my iris resides where my ears is
Which means I’m blinded
But I’m gonna find it I can feel it’s nearness
But I’m gonna veer so I don’t come near
Like a chicken or a deer
But I remember I’m not a listener or a seer so my windshield smear
Here, you steer, I really shouldn’t be behind this, clearly cause my blindness
The windshield is minstrel, the whole grill is roadkill, so trill and so sincere. Yeah, I’m
Both them there
Took both pills, when a bloke in a trench coat and the locs in the chair had approached him
And he clear as a ghost, so a biter of the throats in the mirror
The writer of the quotes for the ghosts who supplier of the notes to the living
Riveting is rosy, pockets full of posies, given to the mother of the deceased. Awaken at war,
’til I’m restin’ in peace

[Chorus 1:]
You goin’ over niggas’ heads Lu (Dumb it down)
They tellin’ me that they don’t feel you (Dumb it down)
We ain’t graduate from school nigga (Dumb it down)
Them big words ain’t cool nigga (Dumb it down)
Yeah I heard Mean And Vicious nigga (Dumb it down)
Make a song for the bitches nigga (Dumb it down)
We don’t care about the weather nigga (Dumb it down)
You’ll sell more records if you (Dumb it down)

[Verse 2:]
And I’m mouthless
Which means I’m soundless
Now as far as the hearing, I’ve found it
It was as far as the distance from the earring to the ground is
But the doorknockers on the ear of a stewardess in a Lear
She fine and she flying, I feel I’m flying by’em ’cause my mind’s on cloud nine and I’m a mime
At the same time
Pimps C the wings on the underground king
Who’s also Klingon
To infinity and beyond
Something really stinks, but I Sphinx like Leon
Or lying in the desert
I’m flying on Pegasus you’re flying on the pheasant
Rider of the white powder, picker of the fire flowers, spit hot fire like Dylon on Chappelle’s
Yeah, smell it on my unicorn, snort the white horse, but toot my own horn (sleep)

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[Chorus 2:]
You’ve been shedding too much light Lu (Dumb it down)
You make’em wanna do right Lu (Dumb it down)
They’re getting self-esteem Lu (Dumb it down)
These girls are trying to be queens Lu (Dumb it down)
They’re trying to graduate from school Lu (Dumb it down)
They’re starting to think that smart is cool Lu (Dumb it down)
They’re trying to get up out the hood Lu (Dumb it down)
I’ll tell you what you should do (Dumb it down)

[Verse 3:]
And I’m brainless
Which means I’m headless
Like Ichabod Crane is
Or foreplay-less sex is
Which makes me stainless
With no neck left to hang the chain with
Which makes me necklace-less
Like a necklace theft
And I ain’t used my headrest yet
They said they need proof like a vestless chest ’bout the best, fair F-F-jet in the nest
Who exudes confidence and excess depth
Even Scuba Steve would find it hard to breathe
Around these leagues
My snorkle is a tuba, Lu the ruler around these seas
Westside Poseidon, Westside beside’em, chest high and rising
Almost touching the knees of stewardess and the pilot
Lucky they make it flowered
Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves
David Blaine
Make it rain
Make a boat
I make a plane
Then, I pull the plug and I make it drain
Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again..(Westside)

[Chorus 3:]
You putting me to sleep nigga (Dumb it down)
That’s why you ain’t popping in the streets nigga (Dumb it down)
You ain’t winning no awards nigga (Dumb it down)
Robots and skateboards nigga? (Dumb it down)
GQ Man Of The Year G? (Dumb it down)
Shit ain’t rocking over here B (Dumb it down)
Won’t you talk about your cars nigga? (Dumb it down)
What the fuck is goyard nigga (Dumb it down)
Make it rain for the chicks (Dumb it down)
Pour champagne on a bitch (Dumb it down)
What the fuck is wrong with you? (Dumb it down)
How can I get on a song with you? (Dumb it down)

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[Gemini: talking]
Look B, here’s my man, my two way, (hey) uh, what should I – ah here take this (hey) that
Right there, fuck what my boys talking about nigga, (hey) nigga you hot to me, I like you (Dumb
It down)

Bishop G, they told me I should come down cousin, but I flatly refuse I ain’t dumb down nothing

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