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One wore black 
One wore black 

The trail of tears is winding on
Many pass along the road
Dusty soldiers march along
As they file one by one
Back on a track
That don't sound too old
What's goin on? I don't know its trouble
Back in black to bust that bubble
Black supermans back and not
Last night I went down to the railroad tracks
To watch that train roll by
99 cars screaming into the dark
I heard the lonesome whistle cry
With
Last night I went down to the railroad tracks
To watch that train roll by
99 cars screaming into the dark
I heard the lonesome whistle cry
With
the funk-brown bass, my man
This be the medium used by Dig Plans
Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut
Leave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots
Black sunflowers,
to first base
Red lips, pretty face
All just a matter of time
Waitin' for my big chance
High school romance
Black lace, tight pants
Oh, someone's gonna
of an elite group of people
(Lyrics are swift and strong) never feeble
What we said yesterday will stand by tomorrow
While some chose to borrow
Brothers are
Last night I went down to the railroad tracks
To watch that train roll by
99 cars screaming into the dark
I heard the lonesome whistle cry

With
strings on a busted ukulele

And the Nightstick leaned on a black shillelagh
With the poison of a junkie's broken promise on his lip
He staggered in
the hall
I'm evil like Knievel
Kicking white trash
Psycho cerebral, palsy ballsy
Bad ass
Dress in black
From the wrong side of the tracks
Crazy Town
wack
Stick with the sick style for the serious
Hip-Hop lovers can't get enough of this
Black tracks on wax are so smooth
You can't get help but
What mysteries flow through these white folk's blood?
What secrets do they hide within?
What sickbed words pass across their lips?
And what
Uh, what up ya'll
Soundtrack what's poppin' baby
Ya'll ain't know
I go by the name of
Lupe Fiasco
Representin' that 1st & 15
Yea
And this one
surrounded by Voyeurs
And crack smoking lawyers.
No shame. Burnt lips,
Tripping on acid rain.
Legally insane, deranged,
Some people never change.
and bust on the police
While y'all playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef.
I put it down plain, I stimulate the left and right brain
Cell by cell
deep like a bachelor 
I turn shit over like a spatula 
You know how it goes by now, word to God 
Lyrics are so hard they'll be Kevin Costner's bodyguard
loose and all my thoughts were turning black
You shined a light on me and I intend to pay you back

But I still wake up shaken by dreams
And I hate
lips slips to Twilight Zones
Prone to blow revision
I'm 20/20 and your in-tune is in prison
Switchin from this track, move back in motion
Unaware of your
(Lost boys)
Other side of da tracks
Scuzz outsiders
Nothin ta loose
Strike of midnighters
Lost boys
True black and blues
No shoes, flat tires
in the photo booth
Guess this old beach town burned out for me and you
I can see the smoke rolling off your lips
Feel my fingers runnin' through
a pretzel
and get dissed if they ever try to step to
They can't take a MC with loose lips
Talk a lotta shit [but sink no motherfuckin' ships]
Lyrics make
if they don't fucking hustle
That's for them knuckleheads, boy, I put that on my uncle
I'm from the side of tracks where niggas in the black'll truck
the thickness that get dis
One two three four five attackin' they frat
Griff is back got five on it black
The track got x on the decks

Terminators back
of unworthiness
Her name was Karen, she drove a black LeBaron
And by the way, she used to sell packs of crack for Aaron
Tyron, do anything to be in a live zone
Because your rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black, believe that
Then put away your demo cause the brother is back
And get