Lupe Fiasco - Yoga Flame lyrics

Uh, meditate On the floor, fold your legs, resonate Breathing speed, regulate Clear my mind till it levitate Dhalsim, I beat the game, Level 8, Hella good Never great cause God is great So ain't no G.O.A.T.S., ain't no gates Fences see the rams ram, lambs let, sheep's skate Brace yourself, teeth straight Fix your face for Pete's sake Birthday wordplay, piece of cake Four-door flow with seats for eight Ororo Munroe/my roll make it rain Not with bills, I make it change Take that cool sh**, make it lame Take that nerd sh**, make it bang Yeah, you heard us make it bang Yeah, you heard me make it bang Melt the change and make a ring Take that ring and make a bracelet Take that bracelet make a chain Look how far my necklace hang Connect that chain up to a crane Pull the game up by the brains Could not move it just with brains So I had to use some bling Shouts to Drizzy, shout to Wayne Yeezy, Jeezy, Ricky, Fifty, Raekwon, Loso, Gucci Mane I'm not going to drop my name Sneak that message to the ma**es, you can call me Chocolate Rain You might think my wallet drained Look how far my pockets hang That's cause I got pocket change My net worth is basketball They net worth is soccer games Tell them n***as stop it man But they cannot stop it man So, they forced to watch it drain They be looking so blue like water when I wash my jeans King without the whoppers and, King without the pauper and King and I ain't got no drains Bruce Lee, dishwasher Cleaning out your pots and pans These n***as ain't got no stain Power once I hit them with the powder Then throw them in the shower These n***a slower than some dial-up I be on my broadband These n***as still downloading Lu finished, you still up on YouSendIt, uShare, zShare How long you going to be there? Damn FinallyFast.com for you fam Information super highway These n***as ain't got no lane But you can ride my shoulder Like they pulled you over I sit in the driver's seat You sit on the sofa I am Patrick Swayze You are Whoopi Goldberg Cause he was a beast and the way that he controlled her Rest in peace to Patrick Rest in Peace to Stacks, kid Rest in Peace to Rap, no, rest in peace to wackness Yeah, n***a, I whacked it Baby boy with the gla**es Tears like a black rap Zach Galifianakis Hangover, game over, n***a that's it