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

[Intro]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Chorus]

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

[Hook]
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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[Hook]
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

[Hook]
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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Lupe Fiasco

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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All Black Everything – Lupe Fiasco

[Hook]
You would never know
If you could ever be
If you never try
You would never see
Stayed in Africa
We ain’t never leave
So there were no slaves in our history
Were no slave ships, were no misery, call me crazy, or isn’t he
See I fell asleep and I had a dream, it was all black everything

[Verse 1]
Uh, and we ain’t get exploited
White man ain’t feared so he did not destroy it
We ain’t work for free, see they had to employ it
Built it up together so we equally appointed
First 400 years, see we actually enjoyed it
Constitution written by the W.E.B. Du Bois
Were no reconstructions, Civil War got avoided
Little black Sambo grows up to be a lawyer
Extra extra on the news stands
Black woman voted head of Ku Klux Klan
Malcolm Little dies as a old man
Martin Luther King read the eulogy for him
Followed by Bill O’Reilly who read from the Quran
President Bush sends condolences from Iran
Where FOX News reports live
That Ahmadinejad wins Mandela peace prize

[Hook]
You would never know
If you could ever be
If you never try
You would never see
Stayed in Africa
We ain’t never leave
So there were no slaves in our history
Were no slave ships, were no misery, call me crazy, or isn’t he
See I fell asleep and I had a dream, it was all black everything

[Verse 2]
Uh, and it ain’t no projects
Keepin it real is not an understood concept
Yea, complexion’s not a contest
Cause racism has no context
Hip hop ain’t got a section called conscious
Everybody rappin’ like crack never happened
Crips never occurred no Bloods to attack them
Matter of fact no hood to attack in
Somalia is a great place to relax in
Fred Astaire was the first to do a backspin
The Rat Pack was cool group of black men
That inspired five white guys called The Jacksons
Eminem fitted in but then again he inspired a black rapper tryin to mimic him
And that’s what really rose up out of Michigan, the sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!

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[Hook]
You would never know
If you could ever be
If you never try
You would never see
Stayed in Africa
We ain’t never leave
So there were no slaves in our history
Were no slave ships, were no misery, call me crazy, or isn’t he
See I fell asleep and I had a dream, it was all black everything

[Verse 3]
Uh, and I know it’s just a fantasy
I cordially invite you to ask why can’t it be?
Now we can do nothing bout the past
But we can do something about the future that we have
We can make fast or we can make it last
Every woman Queenin’ and every man a Kingin’
When those color lines come we can’t see between
We just close our eyes ’til it’s all black every-THING!

[Hook]
You would never know
If you could ever be
If you never try
You would never see
Stayed in Africa
We ain’t never leave
So there were no slaves in our history
Were no slave ships, were no misery, call me crazy, or isn’t he
See I fell asleep and I had a dream, it was all black everything

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Don’t Stop! – Lupe Fiasco

[Pharrell]
Explain yourself, how you sound like me?
The motherfuckin’ Skateboard P
Knowin’ that you’re me low, playin’ games like Cee-lo
In them tight situations like Speedos
You can have it your way like Carlito
My niggas will be happy to give y’all torpedoes
And have your car twisted like a blunt
For you faggot-ass niggas that like to front
I’m on some BBC Bape shit, I’m on some cake shit
In the kitchen with the heat, makin’ beats in my apron
You hate it, and you want to erase it
Close your eyes when you know you can’t take it
My flow interrupts your homeostasis
I Rolls-Royce it on a regular basis
You talk street shit, it sound like sweet shit
Straight licorice, you niggas sound ticklish
80K large for the Hermes dream
Purple Croc in all your magazines
Hunger strike yourself, look like Celine
Dion, me and my niggas like freon
Your bitches on my pecans, she got a ass you can eat on
Tryna play tough, like the leather on the recline
I hit it ’til I could seat on
Tryna get her freak on
Asked me to R. Kelly her
And get peed on, I said that ain’t me, ma
The eight behind me, still got the burner
Yes, the Enzo is still black like Sojourner
Truth, I mighta just loosened a tooth
Spittin’ what I did in the booth, I’m out, poof!

[Lupe Fiasco]
Carrera, raised in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle era
Water bearer tell the truth, I dare ya
You lie, so eat this whole bottle of these jalapeno peppers
The terror made in America, too live
Fuck the property, or give me my props properly
High off life, this high-technology, DeVry
Now, rap Muhammad Ali, more like rapology
My policy’s not to be dishonestly deprived
So gimme that, gimme that, keep God, where my city at?
I’m like steak and fries, but never died
They wanna Ghostface Wallabee me
But they will posthaste follow me into the afterlife
That means you goin’ right after I’ve
But I’m the hero, sorta like Jack Sparrow
So some way, somehow, I have survived

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Ha, ha, surprise!

Who is he that we see comin’ over the tides?
In a speedboat, boatload of pride
Fall Of Rome dress-shirted and the Mastermind tie
He what happens when rappin’ and avant garde fashion collide
OMG, it’s the C from the CRS
LOLing at you haters, tell your BFFs like…

[Kanye West]
Yes, Mr. West just turned that new child rebel
Loud as a bad-ass child level
Who need a chorus? We do it Tyrannosaurus
Tyrone, it’s been a year with no phone
Could you explain how high is your zone?
We’ll take a plane, rub his nose in cocaine
His ho’s in magazines, you lames stay in your lane
And for the hate, in advance pull down your pants
Make ’em kiss both cheeks like we livin’ in France
Diamonds bluish, business manager’s Jewish
And if I get sued, my lawyers Jews
Some girls do grab the cojones
Said you got enough diamonds to at least Sierra loan us
Brand new Ferraris, I gotta make the donuts
CRS is like a hip-hop Christmas bonus
Niggas is hatin’ on the Internet? I couldn’t tell
I was too busy rappin’ good as hell
I was too busy flying – parasail
Get Collette to get the new shit that Paris sell
Tarantino, da Vinci, gettin’ Benji’s
Get half off at Fendi, half of that’s to Cindy’s
Hopped out the spaceship, put my Mork in Mindy
Popped too many corks to let you dorks offend me
Props to New York, but Chi-town’s the city
Give my city hoochies Gucci, Monica Bellucci’s
Are those the real Millionaires or the bendies?
I’m so ultra I’m even over Oprah
Well, let me check your account – ha, ha, no sir!

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