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Winners Take All

Aesop Rock

Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives

2005

CHORUS
I have landed safely. I have not received my papers. I have zero natural enemies. I don't know my location. I have no training in reconnaissance,

Bis vs. Rip

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

[Rip]
Yo, you fuckin' hate me, you fuckin' lock me in the basement
And you still want me to protect you - it doesn't make sense
Can-I-Bitch. I

take over this music industry
What do you say, Suave

Mmm, I don't really know if that's a good idea

But I want to be clear. Nobody needs to thank me

criminals
High moral standard, men of principle
To luxury from conditions unliveable
Nigga we went to the funerals, eyes blurry
All the loved ones I had

and Lock goin' drop it
Certified Bop it
Rappers think they Jays not even Affion Crocketts
Comedians can stop it
I'm Maverick in the cockpit
My standards

It's early morning
Sunrise wind
When the leaf blow
Enemies turn friends
In the beast mode
Pop one pop two
Get them tip toed
Lock one letting new

Manilla

Lupe Fiasco

Drogas Wave

2018

to the over-standards
Contemplatin' with industralists and social planners
Manillas!

Don't ruin us
God said

Life's work, overseeing the Five Classics
You can

And I'm still hit 
Hard to bounce back
Gotta kill shit 
Niggas praying I dont hit the kill switch 
Weak ass flows 
Training wheel shit 
Need a couple people

Yeah
Look
No industry standard I’m here for all the propaganda
Trips to Havana dame mula mix it wit fanta
Smoking cohiba no sativa check the analysis
Wit

coming move?
What's my coming move?
Yeah, Just hit 2k on two records
Oh they think I'm playing, they don't see me training, they just copy paste the things

fuck your bitch
i'm bigger and better
fight u if ur in my way
shut the fuck up
and pour my liquor
boss bitch i got high standards
aint got time
for

Goldie Locks, start munching your porridge
I sell out everywhere I play, Manchester to Norwich
Travelling, trawling, training, intending to spread

this shit until the day it kills me (Kills me)
Spit insane cranium cage calligraphy (Calligraphy)
Painted partial phrase martial ministry
Industry

the whole thang 

South Ah to Namibia 
Don't forget to bring rizla 
Standard procedure 

You ain't heard the whole 
Soek Soek Soek Soek Soek Soek Soek

Ice

(They called us invalids)
We called in a favor to the
Department of gravity in inverted pyramids
(A topsy turvy industry won’t spin me)
I’d make a radio