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And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco

Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for

Chopper

Fam-Lay

Tetsuo & Youth

2015

And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco

Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for

Ryder, Records)

(Bounce!)
(It's on fire tonight)Yeah(Uh) Yeah
(Call the fire department)(Oh...)
(It's gettin hot tonight)(...My, Uh!)
(All my thugs in

to get you naked (well, damn)
You got my dick hard as the Department of Corrections (wow)
So stop with all that flexin', baby, bitch, don't miss your

broke his neck with only bumpin him
I checked for who the record's from
Not the rappin', trappin' sub, I meant his Professional medical one

Sing with me,

a few songs on this record that feel common
I'm in constant confrontation with what I want and what is poppin'
In the industry, it seems to me that

Grow More Pot

Jello Biafra

I Blow Minds for a Living

too. Or so says the U.S. Department of Agriculture.

Marijuana is legal for medical use in 34 states used to treat glaucoma and pain caused by cancer,

and scratchin
Second after second it's the record he's catchin
His hands are so fast that it's a medical riddle
With the turntable split and the mixer in

Paranoid

Afroman

Sell Your Dope

2000

can I sell?
The Sheriff departments right down the block
Before I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock

Can I possibly get real?

play, play, play, play but don't get paid
Complaints Department
We're here to hear to out
Complaints Department
For anything you want to bitch about
GO

to face the truth
Can't hear over your broken record
Apathy is taking over me
It's time to leave
And my point is falling through

I'm not your complaint

Backwoods, Phantom Records, it's Da Legend G Motherfuckin' 7
Mr. pale face up in this bitch, y'all know what the fuck goin' on
I'm locked in with

daylight remains

Sit back and take some time, try to relax
There's a record on, let it play
I know it hurts right now, but time will keep spinning on
Some

Jackin' Afroman

Afroman

Afroholic...The Even Better Times [Advance]

2004

police car

[Chorus]
Oh yeah, life goes on
Long after the Sheriff Department is gone
Oh yeah, I said life goes on
Long after the Sheriff Department is gone

riding in that whip
Keep that shit in yo department (skrrr)

You wanna be a hustler wanna
Be a menace nigga?
Better listen from the start
To the finish

and the police department
Then they went through hell
The rehab can tell
There are still the faces on papers
Things get never well
When suffering sprouts
And eyes

And the medical equipment was just one bottle of water
 Ah, ah!
 When they reached Pretoria prison they brought no medical records with them
 And they said, he

Worse, the boycott of
My records, my films
Maybe a picket line at my opening at
The Sands why? Because I've dared
To say that love and decency are
Not

(Cashout, what it do, Fufu?)
(Iced Up Records)
Pour the lean up
Real sipper (Cashout Beats)
Hmm

All of my diamonds VS out of Hutch and I'll

after second it's the record
He's catchin his hands are so fast that
It's a medical riddle
With the turntable split and the
Mixer in the middle
Back

Sha, sha, shady business 
Off the record geen registers
Niet in gesprek met ministers
Want hoe ik denk te sinister
Big stepper op die blisters

Bitch I gotta get my check up
Record labels thinking wondering who's next up (Next)
Well now you know now you know
Now you know now you know

Shawty you

split like the atom and
Burned in the fission
Now every department and every decision
Defer to the herds of our corporate divisions
If you don't remember

pretended that you were deserving of such a brutal beating and not deserving of assistance or medical attention.

They let you die on the street as they