Ohhh... woaaahh
[Talking: Lupe Fiasco]
Ha...Food and Liquor...G-Ball, we here man
Gemini... you know how we do
FNF
[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
Uh, affirmative, no further furnishing, is needed
I believe we are completed, dig?
We all in agreement on the wallpaper
Happy with the color scheme
Welcome to the crib
A two family habitat, for humanity
With a view of the insanity...live
My vida loca was built like Bob Villa via God
He architected, I authored what I harbored
Jimmy Carter from Chicago's westside
Finish my construction
Now we hold the coming like contracepts
I'm conscious 'cept the cons are kept
With conversations held with the satan on my shoulder
Which led to steps that kept me lookin' over the shoulder
Like chauffeurs, where my angels at?
Painful yet, Merry I ain't Jerry Garcia mont yeah
But I'm grateful
Church!
[Chorus: Gemini]
We just might be okay, after all
Sun gon' shine
On this day
[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco]
It's fittin' to get heavy as heaven
I am Atlas at this
Managed to balance massive masses
Upon my back without tiltin' my glasses
This was not pilfered from passes
Of O.G's, this is so me
Ask us, mini-mansion, lil' homie, lil' boney, but the rhymes is FAT
In fact, yeah, just like a Rochester customer
God bless the mothers and younger brothers of hustlas
Cause she don't wanna sob at his wake
But he wanna follow in his steps
Bend his hat, learn his shakes, master his swagger
In the bathroom mirror,
Cop a Chevy, steady mob in his place
Yeah... it's just the problems we face
Look his moms in the face
And promise he's straight
[Chorus: Gemini]
We just might be okay, after all
Sun gon' shine
On this day
[Verse #3: Lupe Fiasco]
Then he leaves the house that love built
That HUD renovated, that Section 8 pays for
Well let's pray for him, let the beat play for him
Put his struggles on display for him
Cause he gotta go and face the drama
With a different face from the one that he use to face his mama
If you look close you'll see it consists of a smile that hurts
An ice grill, and a trace of trauma, lil' bit of his father
Another criterion that's no different from a young Liberian
Who let the delirium weary him
Lliving in an inner-city, out of his mind, leery of reconciling
I'm cool, I don't foretell best
I ain't nicest emcee, I ain't Cornel West
I am Cornel Westside, Chi-town Guevara
Malcolm X-ercised the demons, gangsta leanin'
Who traded in his Kufi for a New Era
Chose a .44 over a mortar board
I ain't a credited institute graduate
I ain't from Nazareth
My conception wasn't immaculate
I ain't master no calculus
A good addition to the rap audience
I back flipped on the mattress they slept on me on
One down Joe, knowing is half the battle, fighting temptation
Have an apple
Shake the snakes, pimp the system, let's get into it
Tabernacle
[Chorus: Gemini]
We just might be okay, after all
Sun gon' shine
On this day
[Gemini]
We just, just might be okay
bang his hat not bend... meaning pick a side to wear it
ReplyDeletenew mecca??? i thought it was "who let the" delirium weary him
look his mom in the face and promise he straight*
ReplyDeletei still think its bang his hat. And take a look a the second comment too
ReplyDeleteyo somebody change it from bend to bang please.
ReplyDeletebang his hat learn his shakes master his swagger in the bathroom mirror cop a chevy steady mob in his place its just the problem he face look his mom in the face and promise he straight.
ReplyDeleteI wish LUpe would comment on these and read them. if he hasnt already read them. its probably awesome to have ur thoughts n words put on display like this.
s-preme ur from chicago correct them already banng his hat learn his shakes master his swagger in the bathroom mirror cop a chevy steady mob in his place
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