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Gold Watch – Lupe Fiasco

[Intro: x2]
Let’s peruse the essential of cool
A brief study of the things so instrumental to you
That make me feel flyer than lobbys at bellevues
An exclaimer just aramore no credentials from a school

[Lupe Fiasco:]
In my Fall of Rome jeans, my headporter wallet
My Neighborhood shirt and my Eddie Chen clock shit
My not go to college but my street smart polished
Like the black finger nails of that punk rock logic
Do the knowledge, man you can’t be punk from projects
Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise
Was trading off my comics I was taking them to school
One of Jay-z’s boys now I’m skating in your pools
Not to be rude I’m just hating on your rules
Like a young fifty I’m on my world tour
Good morning Singapore I’m bringing the sun with me
From the Robert Taylor homes to African slum cities
I am American mentally with Japanese tendencies
Parisian sensibilities so stay out the vicinity of

Yea, yea she loves it over here
It’s just, yea, yea now look at what I wear

Got my gold watch
And my gold chain
With my fancy car
And my diamond ring
With my fancy broad
And she full grain
So it’s no words
And it’s no slang
And I’m no trick
And I’m no lame
It’s just so sick
That she’s so game
It’s just yea, yea she loves it over here [x4]

[Lupe Fiasco:]
I like zip-t, candles and Maharishi sandals
And Dita sunglasses and Purple Murder Service samples
I like false t-shirts though the street is off the handle
Such a good designer Junya Wantanabe got genu
I like Yohji Yamamoto and I might roll solo
Leather Gucci belts and Guilty Brotherhood polos
I like Mont Blanc pens and Moleskine paper
I like go-yard bags and green Now-n-Laters
Monical magazines and Japanese manga
Futura Nosferatu’s and HTM trainers
I like street fighter 2 I just really hate Zangief
If only Ken and Ryu I find it hard to beat Blanca
I keep a Wii Nun-chuk hanging and a uncle album banging
If you negative in energy stay of the vicinity of…

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Got my gold watch
And my gold chain
With my fancy car
And my diamond ring
With my ghetto broad
And she’s so plain
Gotta couple SCARS
And one of those long names
And she fight a nigga
And cusses wit no shame
And her ex-man had her baggin up cocaine
But she..
It’s just yea, yea she loves it over here

And my most coveted thing is my high self-esteem
And the low tolerance for them telling me how to lean
See the most important parts are the ones that are unseen
See the wings don’t make you fly and the crown don’t make you king
Now God don’t like ugly, ain’t too happy bout pretty
I am ignorance’s enemy so stay out of the vicinity of…

Yea, Yea the niggas over there
Yea, Yea now look at what I wear

[repeat chorus]

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WWJD He’d Prolly LOL Like WTF!!! – Lupe Fiasco

Really? This is what you guys been doing?

[Hook 1:]
Before the break there were none
And as it broke there was one
From moon to sun, it goes on and on
The winter battle was won, the summer children were born
And so the story goes on and on
Come on woman in your left beats
Those in bed with the house keys
So fair weather feels heartbreak from here to eternity
Come on woman in your wrong time
Far far far from the virgin pine
Rise on now from the dead leaves
Come back to me
Oh, she sings her favorite song
Left to her tears and dreams, it goes on

[Verse 1:]
Standing in line for the new one
Not the black, but the blue one
And I don’t even know what it do, son
Steve Jobs said that it’s too fun
Fun in a bun is what I need
It’s cold out here, put my arms in the sleeves
I’ll probably lose my place if I leave
But I really need to pee
If I do it right here they’ll see
Makes you wonder, how do snipers
Marathon bikers
Next time: diapers
They say it has all new features
Faster processors and much better speakers
Great for kids, a necessity for teachers
For work or home, a revolutionary way of being alone
I mean, should we really get a loan?
Hey what’s the manager’s… tell it to your phone
Cupertino heart with Chinese parts
Built by the poor, but designed by the smart
They open the door so you go
On your mark, get ready, set, bye
Imagine a world where everything starts with an I
But it still ends with a die
Probably got an app for that, you could try
Brother iClouds, right into the great wifi
Siri, can iGod really hear me?
“Does not compute – can you repeat more clearly? “

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[Hook 2:]
A vessel in the bloodline
A thirteenth Zodiac sign
A stitch in time, it goes on and on


[Verse 2:]
Standing in line for some new Ones
Had a bunch of blessings but I blew them
Asked Google how to use them
Sent me to a section about used guns
New runs, nuns’ll scream, moms with jeans
Match their teens’ jeans and genies who try to chew gum
Aw man, it’s so confusing
Confusion in the bun is what I have
Good thing that God accepts cash
Maybe buy my way out his wrath
Sceptically, why am I way off this path?
Atheism’s cheaper, and accepts Visa
My thoughts is in queing up for sneakers
Won’t discriminate, getting all eight
In every color that they make
Beaverton hearts with Chinese parts
Built by the poor and designed by the smart
On your mark, get set, cop em!
Imagine a life that revolves around shopping
Conspicuous consumption
That means it serves no other function
But to show off to someone
Others who only try to show off to you – look at your fellow loyal customers
Isn’t harmony great?
Look at all these friends that marketing makes
How many fries can these arteries take?
I’ll give McDonald’s a little help here
I think they should expand into health care
And then you’ll have all ends covered
Even make caskets, have it all umbrella’d
Can you make a corporation fear me?
“Couldn’t hear your order, can you speak less clearly? “

[Hook 3:]
That witch was burning the ground
Will someday come back around
From dust from to dust it goes on and on

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Before daybreak there were none
And as it broke there was one
And still the story goes on and on

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Lamborghini Angels, ITAL (Roses), Audubon Ballroom – Lupe Fiasco

It’s a mad world out here, I tell you
The world’s gone stark, raving mad
Everyone in the world is mad
It’s a mad crazy world

[Hook x2]
I see diamond-flooded demons
Lamborghini angels
Lamborghini angels
Lamborghini angels
Halos down with the doors flapping when they came through
Halos down with the doors flapping when they came through

[Verse 1]
With a circle on the floor he compels them to be pure
Pulls the beast out of his heart then impales it on a sword
Writes a prayer on some paper and then he nails it to the door
Just the good of you may enter by the mercy of the lord
Listen not to what he speaks, that’s been the cursing of his cause
A seduction of his senses by the devils he adores
The unholy has him hostage and his soul is now at war
Follow not his secret knowledge it will bring you no reward
Shunning while in public disallow him from your stores
Have no part in his affairs ‘less his pestilence be yours
Make scoundrels of the righteous and virgins into whores
But we must still pray that his colour will be cured

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
With her eyes to the ceiling and a needle in her brain
He looks back into the crowd, wipes the blood and then explains
How she slipped from this existence to the realm of the deranged
Her becoming must be halted to reverse what she became
From the looseness of her tongue, to the pollution of her aims
To do nothing is barbaric, the solution is humane
You must destroy the mind and hopefully retrain
You torture out the wildness, then replace it with the tame
Blank slate when she recovers, she won’t even know her name
Perfect wife and perfect lover, no resistance, no complaints
May God bless the scientific cure for the insane
Knew she couldn’t go to school, but she thought that that should change

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
With his crucifix inside his pocket said his mission is divine
Put his bible on the bed and then he touched on his behind
Told him take off all his clothes and put your penis next to mine
Now the little boy think it’s normal because they do this all the time
With no life inside his body now he finally think he’s safe
But they cut off all his fingers while they piss all in his face
He take pictures with his killers then they sneak back to the states
Now he sit next to the picture of his wife when she was raped
With the teleprompter rolling he looks right into the lens
Doesn’t mention his redemption but absolves him of his sins
He forgives them in advance says that he will do again

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[John F. Kennedy]
My fellow Americans…

[Hook x2]

[Lupe Fiasco]
Black Panther, Black Panther, what do you see?
I see a dream ITAL watching over me
Back nigga
Yeah, hey, can we get a little break
From the cocaine and the kilos
Aiight nigga, we know
Aiight nigga, we know
Can we get a break from the strippers on the pill
Aiight nigga, we know
Okay nigga, we know

[Lupe Fiasco]
Hey shawty, ain’t no future in no gang-bang
And ain’t no manhood in no bang-bang
Ain’t no honor cleanin interstates inside a chain-gang
Know some rap niggas put that shit inside your mainframe
Pills make you stupid and liquor do the same thing
‘Raris too expensive and they way too hard to maintain
Get yourself a Camry, “nigga said a Camry?”
Watch that ho depreciate and then you’ll understand me
It’s called being fiscally responsible
Don’t let these lying images up in hip-hop here conquer you
The TV’s not your father fool, that video’s not your momma
Try your best to be a man and your worst to be a monster

May we have some roses for the ladies
A little appreciation for the gentlemen
And here’s some kisses for the babies
Some peacenality for the whole wide-wide-wide world
More patience to the youth, sympathy for the poor
Empathy for the old, more justice for the down and pressed
Treat no liar ITAL, AY-YAH!

[Lupe Fiasco]
I know you’re sayin’, “Lupe rappin ’bout the same shit”
Well, that’s ’cause ain’t shit changed, bitch
And please don’t excuse my language
Cause I would hate for you to misrepresent
The true expression of my anguish
And by this far I ain’t shocked, upset, or appalled
I’m ashamed, bitch
I can’t listen if you ain’t sayin shit
And recognize all this emptiness is dangerous
Ain’t buildin up they confidence, we teachin ’em that they ain’t shit
If they ain’t got the latest that they saw on someone famous
Mercy of the Lord on this double-edged sword
Instead of askin where the hoes is
Maybe maybe we could ask for roses

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[Chorus – repeat 2X]

[Lupe Fiasco]
Called the President a terrorist
Corporate sponsors like, how the fuck you gon’ embarrass us?
Ain’t my fault, I was just repeatin this
Professor emeritus from America
But my tone was like an Afghani kid without a home
Blew that bitch up with a drone
An Iraqi with no daddy, Palestinian throwing stones
The fuck you think they call him, I’mma leave that all alone
Cause this, the focus on this new shit is that hopeless
Place that I was born into systematic brokeness
Took that downpression and developed it to dopeness
It’s that great American rap-rap ferocious


God is great!

[Verse 1]
Ghettos, America. U.S. to the izzay
Killa in the citywide sprizzay
Where there’s sunshine in the shizzade
Church won’t pull him out the pin like a grenade
For acting out their fears like a charade
‘Til they blackin’ out their tears like it’s lights out
Bring em out the black like a lighthouse
And wave to em before they wiped out
Lifesaver, threw em, hope they catch it
But it’s so Titanic to be iced out
That’s just scratching the surface like triple axels
Want to roll around that Bentley like Crystal Castles
In addition to the chain
That’s just to take the attention from the pain
Or is it the mission of the man
Audubon Ballroom, Motel Lorraine

Now white people, they can’t say nigga
So I gotta take it back
Now black people, we’re not niggas
God made us better than that

[Verse 2]
No break, ah wait
Little mayhem for your All-State, nay ham, all steak
Get a good ball great like a golf grade
Make the ball break
Just one swing, no putting
That’s how I try ‘n does things always
Especially when your past is
Martin, Baldwin, Audubon Ballroom
Turn the glass ceiling to a glass floor
Make a trampoline out of trapdoor
On that gasoline when I was back poor
Now they crafted out my dream underneath a tap floor
Backpack battle-cat underground rap lore
Anonymous but dominant – what’s a Mac to a hacker
In other words, lyrical Zuckerbergs
Pimp you may move a mouse but what’s a rat to a cat store
It’s like a gig to an app store
I rap Black history, you can only see my past if you fast forward

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Now white people, they can’t say nigga
So I gotta take it back
Now black people, we’re not niggas
God made us better than that

[Verse 3]
Black Panthers, black anthems, black blues
With black answers for black stanzas: Langston Hughes
Breaking rules, ain’t it cool?
Took it old, and made it new
Black painters, musical black anger
Black mothers, beautiful black anchors
So let’s hear it for ’em! Let’s hear it for ’em!
Let’s hear it for ’em! Let’s hear it for ’em!
Black America! Trap America!
80s Babies! Crack America!
Rap America! Bad as Erykah!
From the era of family tearing up
But we just won big, can’t be undid
Form a whole culture in just one kid
Miami dope boys, Oakland militants
Harlem Renaissance it’s our deliverance

Now white people, they can’t say nigga
So I gotta take it back
Now black people, we’re not niggas
God made us better than that

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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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