ミュージックビデオ

ルーペ・フィアスコによる今後開催のコンサート

特集

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lupe Fiasco
Lupe Fiasco
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lupe Fiasco
Lupe Fiasco
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lupe Fiasco
Lupe Fiasco
Producer

歌詞

Should've never gave them niggas no money We was in the store be we ain't want nothing cuz We was broke now a Nigga ain't frontin no more Should've never gave them niggas no money We was in the store be we ain't want nothing Cuz we was po' now a Nigga ain't frontin no more My mentalities a tapestry ain't it if I can paint it It'd be too heavy to hang it from the nail in the wall Dangerously dangling Sick with the languages speaking pangolin down at the animal mall He who answered the call the most cancelled rapper Who rappin never happened to fall Wanna subdue Lu like Max Verstappen Take him off the track and lap him I see the devil clapping his claws But this what happens after applause If rappin was Blacked call this rappin from the back of a broad This style of rappin is called pattern and pause Still a one-man class action trapped in his cause I'm a different type of Nigga fulfilled Say the word Nigga is a trigger so chill I'm like why keep Nigga concealed It's white people still using the word Nigger for real Never ignorant genuine genius appeals sincerely hearing it thrills I'm from a lyrical miracle biblical guild A great white clearing his gills the nearest mirror of skill Somewhere between jazz, Jigga and drill Minus all the niggas it kills Right before they finish they wills A healthy menace told the dentist I eat Splenda, spinach and pills for life Playing Ur with David Blaine on a commercial flight First class rolling the dice This for my chain All donations are appreciated I put the pen down but the location was abbreviated To briefly state it that's briefly stayed with we still apart But the split was so congenial it's like divorces was mediated Drifted the genetics till it speciated Put variables in my data set and then I deviated It's miracles in the data set it's like dba as TD Jakes without a cpa I used to CTA it Ferrari from that Harvey from this car seat Can't believe he made it Target hated felling like a Star of David where they GDK it Independent thinker I should CD Babe it feet covered in Tinkers Promise to self no longer reference the Matrix And stay away from fake shit Cuz in a flash they'll turn on the click just like blinkers These and other hazards are just part of the work Reverse Aztec put my heart in a verse The one man half Dash, Carter & Burke Rock-a-fella y'all Impediments, and the random egotistical elephant in the room Looking for something heaven sent Like its medicine in the moon Or intelligence in the heaviness of a tune How much ya song weigh? 30 pounds for every entendre So the playlist will still be heavy as a spaceship on a spaceship Even though its weightless A bar full of plates so a waitress weighlifts With every single entree Contray to what the pawn say, swan slay with every convey If words were rocks, birds in flocks Stop that's not the chess of the experts That's a straight rookie move To get close to dos I feed em bread first Jaded so denigrated and inundated With every image that I was finished and in a status of ending stages So I insulated into pages liberated my inner sages Now the minutes from the meetings of my mind with my mind Look a minister mixed Dennis the menace made it Baited, beat it baked it and ate it Graciously my engineer saved the most sacred of it in avid, moor I can sell money to the poor A pyramid to a mummy they even have to pay attention when they ignore My compulsive indecision made addition into a chore Is 2 + 2 Just 2 Two's Or is it 4 If I got a calculator what's the point of even keeping score But that's not allowed when you tested So I added it all up They just trying to slow us down like instruments in texas All proceeds to my necklace Rock-a-fella y'all Rock-a-fella y'all Should've never gave them niggas no money We was in the store be we ain't want nothing Cuz we was broke now a Nigga ain't frontin no more Should've never gave them niggas no money We was in the store be we ain't want nothing Cuz we was po' now a Nigga ain't frontin no more
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