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Lupe Fiasco( Wasalu Muhammad Jaco )
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Mean and Vicious
(Intro) That's him over there, I can't really stand him I don't like him at all He's a mean...
(Verse 1) He's mean... and vicious! I can't believe he's that rude To those stories, those rhymes, that Jew Then he put 'em on the floor like cat food Then put 'em on the track like glue Then put 'em on ya head like hat Hey back to you, Lu Black power, I'm just runnin' wit a barrel full of black powder Wit a hole in it, holdin' it, wheezin' deep, breathin' Runnin' from the fire on the trail I keep leavin' I can't shake it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I keep seekin' Somewhere to hide from it, I can die from it But it keep, keepin' up just when I think that I've done it It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' barrel of black powder How that flame keep reachin' us? Just one of the long rended extended metaphors of Lu's This time I use the example of a fuse to demonstrate How I can't lose, I would put it down but I can't Due to the glue that I use to fuse everything together Well I spill some on my hands and god damn! I might have to carry this forever Well I'm crazy to the game 'til they bury me, insane!
(Chorus) There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of Chicago liked his hat to the left side Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang Doin' his thang, doin' his thang There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of Chicago liked his hat to the left side Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang Now he's doin' his thang, doin' his thang
(Verse 2) Truthfully I have trouble with second verses 'Cause the first one be so intimidating It be bullyin' pickin' on it instigating Pointin' out all the second one's limitations like, You ain't nothin' but an imitation like bits of bacon then he gets the chorus and the beat to get together Then they all gang up on 'em and get to hatin' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But then around that 8th bar he tires so they conspire and commiserate and then he finds his inspiration To spar, he takes a few seconds of Judo lessons Gets back on beat, then punches the guitar They stand in awe like, When did you write that? They even right black First verse already happened so he don't have a chance to fight back I like that! Abignail Junior, check me You gon' respect me, aight track? Listen to 'em, feelin' himself Swagger up! And a few ad-libs to back it up Let's back it up I think you've had enough Gimme my mic back You ain't even write that Oh it's like that? Track stop pumpin' til this nigga stop frontin' Yeah, yeah now write back
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(Verse 3) Oh my God! My perils and my odds! I ain't really here what you hear is a mirage! This ain't the delivery baby, this is just Lamaze The ice cream and pickles, the tickle and a massage The King Arthur rhythm of the Knight, El DeBarge The camouflaged water in the distance, loggin' a camel to get there with a quickness, mean and vicious Grinch who stole Christmas, and hid it in the garage That was a collage, a barrage abroad all things that seem keen To help this thing start Jump jump! My battery charged I'm bout my green like string beans and beings from Mars It's a mean thing to be seen with ours Got that F and F on me, I'm a young lil thrilla I will resurrect homie, come back for my killa In some disheveled apparel with that same leakin' barrel, it's on!
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He's mean... and vicious!
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