Lyrics:
take set my aura free (My aura)
And if I've not ghosted by now
Step on my chest tighter
Heave ho, and dance galala till my soul cut-out
I no go longer
you ever in Compton or Long Beach
Break my sons Doc Doom and Crisis wit a nice piece
[Masta Killa]
Penetrate on mix tape, with the legislation
lotusland
Gotta bet your soul
If you play that hand
For that
Hedonistic psycho glamour
You indulge it night by night
You escape it shot by shot
In
lover
Yes I was a shepherd's son
Yes I was the last born
Yes I danced the dark moon
Spoiled my hands with reckless blood
But I was not yet an outlaw
I met
piled to the sky
No girlfriend
A nigga really don't try
If the world ends
I got no one by my side
But I'm good though
No I'm not, but it's chill
I keep my
rehearsing
Breaking curses
Saving souls while spitting verses & teaching verses
That's my purpose
Watch what He do through my songs
Play wit me but don't play
Hazordus no you don't like lazarus
Just black baby
Where my soul be at
Star spelled backwards is rats
Let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back with
you've lost road I'm the source code I am boss mode
Come sit at my feet imma teach you that I'm the last poet
I am father
Father son and holy ghost
Gimme
be saved despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in a cage
I love all of you hurt by the cold
So hard and lonely too
When you don't know yourself
I
can never be saved.
Despite all my rage,
I am still just a rat in a cage!
I love all of you
Hurt by the cold.
So hard and lonely, too
When you don't
feeling I'm not the only one
All I want to do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard
Help me--I broke apart my insides
Smoke good weed
It’s too litty on this side
Avoid all issues on the way
Got my homies by my side
I ain’t gotta question if they gone ride
They know
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I
they rushed the store before Soul Train Awards
Incorporate a law, whoever ain't raw get they hand chopped
By Jamal with the Wu sword
My crew
becomes the truth" (Oh oh)
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims
That I am the one (Oh, baby)
But the kid is not my son, hoo!
She says I
cat, and that's for searching me a hood rat
With good cat, something beautiful to look at, fa sho'
I kick it for my niggaz in the ghetto
And all my
proves what true love can do
Once a lonely place but was sold to me and you
Oh all around the house you can see little children play
And they're not
pray at the altar
Less you gettin stung by my
Zanpakuto
I suggest that you start running
Cause otherwise I be gunning
You better respect
Cause in two
in a foampit
Slow roasting my growth edge on a bone spit
Pinion snacks n hymnals stacked to the ziggurat
River rat skipper of a wicker man ghost ship
of my Soul, let's play his game!
Phobias and neuroses make the walls close in
I can feel his inflammation beneath my skin!
"Your resistance intrigues me,
sing like opra cuz I'll give u an offer
Give me my respect over the beat I treat it proper
Yall is like my sons so imma play the part of father
Want
hope tonight's not mine
And I await to the next - c'mon!
Ask me no questions
In front the velvet ropes it's all
Bright lights and banging acoustics
by ghosts and I'm carrying demons
Stock my post when you don't got a Reason
Call me Dracula how I'm leaving em Bleedin'
How immaculate I ain't even in
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