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Lupe Fiasco's Mural
- Raw chemicals, vitamins and minerals
- Vicodin with inner tubes, wrapped around the arm
- To see the vein like a chicken on the barn
- Top Cat chat, let's begin another yarn
- That's flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'
- But roosters don't fly like boosters don't buy
- So what powers cowards to get them to the top?
- Just to fall asleep listening to Bach
- The ribbon in the sky is the ribbon that I drop
- Dribbling the eye across the prism of a clock
- That lacks meaning, but racks up stacks of fat reading
- They catch chief and wrapped up plants from trap dealings
- Now what's a coffin with a scratched ceiling
- And what's the talking without the match feeling
- As buried living and cherry picking
- Every linen from your berry system
- Then proceed with the pack feeding
- When I was young I had visions of another world
- Sneaking looks at the porn stash of my brother HuRl
- Incense smoke made vortices and other curls
- Casting calls from porn films and add space for rubber girls
- I like my pancakes cut in swirls
- Morrocan moles and undercover squirrels
- I like cartoons, souther cities with large moons
- Faith healers, ex female drug dealers and art booms
- Apologise for my weird mix, what taste like hot dogs and tear drips
- And looks like pantomime and clear bricks
- And smells like shotguns and deer piss
- They on their hunt, kinda salty that I'm going hard
- First part of a party, that I throw in parts
- One minute you playing pool, the next minute you throwing darts
- But that's how you do with a party that you throw in bars
- I run the Gambit like I'm throwing cards
- From popular mechanics to overdosing hearts
- Paint cold pictures like Nova Scotia landscapes
- Nerd game we memorize sets when we handshake
- A word game back up plan that can dam lakes
- Backup the word play playin' at the man's states
- Mean I can still be the man if the dam breaks
- And when the man brakes I'm reflectious, what they can't face
- My peers will still treat the mirror, like it's a fan base
- The unfeddered veteran, the eagle feathered man of medicine
- That hovers above cities like weather men
- And maybe weather woman
- Whatever better to tell ya weather comin'
- I prefer girls to reign all over the world
- And not rain like, rain man or like rain dance
- Or rain like a slight chance of rain when it's raining
- Or rein like dear slaves, the Santa Claus slave man
- But reign like Queens that reign over made man
- And not Queen like Queen killer
- Rhapsody bohemian Queen
- But Queen like white glove wave hand
- And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
- So you make a fan by waving your hand
- I'm talking wave like you saying "hey"
- Man, and not hate for horses and horses like you almost voiceless
- You gotta treat your vocal chords like it's a fortress
- And treat every single one of your words like reinforcements
- And especially when you're recording
- Cause that's the portion that's important
- When I was reporting that I was poor
- But now I'm more than
- It's still hooker heels on my sugar hills and sweet spots
- Crying shames, make margarita rims from cheap tops
- Deep plots in floor, the ceiling windows for my peep pots
- A little scene with the sickle swings to make the wheat drop
- In a hundred words, but them humming birds like to ease drop
- And fan her like peacocks with a parakeet that beat box
- So the sun rise when the beat drops
- And the sun dies when the beat stops...
- Then it unties, then it relapse, then it detox
- Then heat back like a heat pack
- On his knee caps of the weak spot
- Cause he want what we got, like yeah
- Then forge poetry like a young honory Morrissey
- Then spit it to the golden locks thots
- Who like their porridge on watery
- Not scorching nor sorbity
- From the steel orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery
- Coming down gorgeously, just like a Stacey Dash waterfall
- A more torturing, a water boarding Barbie doll
- A river of women like a Brazilian carnival
- Swimming in feminine bikinis made out of barbasol
- Somebody give them the volleyballs
- If you love her, don't ever send her to Mally Mall's
- Homie if she lonely she might end up in Macauly's claws
- Coming out the closet over goblets down at madri gras
- The fame, champagne, walk of shame lobby call
- My reposition was black condition of activism
- I'm ammunition for abolition, missions attacking systems
- But they not after listens, unless it's dropping on Activision
- Are we app soul, are we bodies filled with apparition
- Operating applications, stuck inside a apple prison
- Check and hack downloads, updates that lack religion
- Or, are we more?
- Then soil painting, disloyal changing
- His preoccupied with Boyle and Goyle chasing
- In foiling of his royal saintings
- I sit back and watch the world through the eye holes in my oil paintings
- Uhhh!
- Ain't nothin' to it but to do it
- Unless you Virgin Mary nothin' do it but the trueth
- Believe all that unless you Jewish
- Life is not a dictionary, its a thesaurus
- And I feel like a missionary to a clitoris
- The water bearer heir of traditions that I swear to never change
- My chair position or conditions of my porridge
- Submission for sedition against the religion of a chorus
- Keep them golden weed thieves out the motherfuckin' forest
- As I perform a nerve storm
- I prefer my pictures in word form
- Bury the hatchet like how a bird born
- As I paint cold pictures like Kool Aid facing condensation
- And having conversations with flavourful combinations
- Slave to my concentration
- So that's OJ The Juiceman meets OJ with two hands
- And two gloves, that's too snug
- To judge who was, who drew blood
- And, Lupe look at all these tucans
- In a cemetery full of tomahawkes
- Giving middle fingers to the pigeons doing somersaults
- Road runners don't fall off cliffs, they run the cross
- Anomalies by the colonies flukes by the reservoir
- Wildin' pursuers end up as poofs on the desert floor
- Levitating youth so know the truth of where the fountain hides
- Bucaraa Roof painting tunnels onto the mountain side
- A thousands parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
- Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
- Shaka La by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof full of animals and monsters
- Incinerated shoes and the manual for contra
- Assorted memories from my childhood
- Absorbing energy from the wild woods
- Elec tronic combat Konami sign contract
- Chinese char killing cucarachas on contact
- Chicago spread an aficionado
- Efficient spitting bridging divisions is in Chicano
- Who's the Boss?
- If isn't Alyssa Milano
- Do the cough
- Ninja mission into the Congo
- Polarize envy of the older guys, black obi, shinobi hittin' Kenno in the face with all my throwin' knives
- Sub zero guiding, hiding, riding in the pack as well
- Sound village, leaf village, wolf spirit, magic spells
- Dodging rain and catching hail
- Faces need samurai to catch the L
- Special research vessels made for catching whales
- Fillet a fish ships sea shepherded peppered with extra sails
- Rewrite history, liberty needs a better bell
- Maybe how the ions in carbon fibres that never fail
- Smart as science mixed with odd alliance of fairytale
- Or maybe just a metal pale that you hit with a steel tools
- To announce that you've had enough and dropping out of seal school
- Just like trout jumping out they house to let they gills cool
- Cuba scuba couldn't take the temperature of my skill pool
- I said it feels cool to kill fools
- Slipping through the cracks like when you trying to grill groove?
- Take no Viking water bottle and not following pill rules
- Will have you off of the throttle when you should be modelin' chill mood
- Rolla skater maker or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes
- Overweight taster of kings food that kills crews
- Oblivious feather weight faker who autographed cakes whenever his quill moves over your meal you
- Simple as a Buddhist monk in a temple standing in some heel groove with the abbot, practising stillness
- Real still he realizes his realness
- Defeat Samsara achieves nirvana and brilliance
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