Lupe Fiasco - LupeFiascoStore.com lyrics

Through the coolest n***a “What if's”, ballin' in my budget Budgin' ain't in my ballin' Nudgin' ain't in my nuggets (haaahhhh) Too mean, too mean, no chicken in my luggage But Michigan Ave. jazz drumstick is in the bucket (haaaahhhh, haahhh) Riveter Proceed like abortion clinic picketer Or don't heed a no-seed deliverer Or through-the-gla** face-mask on the visitor And to perform get a lil' horn like a newborn unicorn Listener! It's like miles on a horse 5,280 styles for the source Get compiled in reports Then redacted into blackness Then filed in the court for a trial for divorce! Wow! We're like miles from the aisle they had walked From the vows they had smiled now the child wanna fourth Foul as magnificent black mall crowds Watchin' the black male drummer pail I was tellin' you before Sail ‘em to the shore just to sell ‘em to be sure Intelligent as hell when I tell it to the sure Sell it to the Shell you should come and buy a shirt I be sellin' them on tour (tour, tour, tour) Now there's something to be said about a trumpet to the head A drummer for the hands needs somethin' for the legs Hmm… Let's call it runaway slaveships Fried chickens tasteless And watermelons racist n***a!