Lupe Fiasco - Punchlines lyrics

[Produced by: Justice League] [Intro: Lupe fiasco] Yeah yeah LOOPS, MATH HOFFA, SOUL KHAN JUSTICE, LUX [Verse 1: Loaded Lux] Beloved My life's a knockout Im a punch in till I clock out (uh) I stuck with it Like the plastic on my moms couch Eff with it if you rappers know what i'm 'bout (all i got to show for ) All these people i drive out Wind up your spring door Your rappers i spring board World at your finger tips Until i cut the ring off champ (mean) All my lyrics poignant disappointment (mean) When of all these n***as Pointing could get appointments Sins of a n***a asking for 40 But it ain't like any of you n***as could rap it for me (facts) Facts of the story i'm going out so glorious Notorious all warriors know orders Spit it for young critics Sketching from my reflection My manuals a solar panel Wait till my sun get it My energy take the imagery Made industry I think mad thought We were still in the game literally I physically spoke to him Before that round You know when we try to build Don't let the jone's get you down [Verse 2: Math Hoffa] Now i'm hot Lupe sents ya mans a track All i needed was a chance to rap I made bandz with smack Wam bam now I'm banned from smack (hol' up) What i'm going to do next? The answers crack Heads turn a little harder When you stand for facts n***as lying so bad Hope you crack your back From the hood where we can't relax Seen your man relapse These punch lines i can't retract I put the lean on Pepsi and dancers slacks Thats wack Now my knuckles got a bump em With the boom boom Me countdown Me come from Brooklyn I just came to represent weed Get my mama out the P And n***as hating You see the dedication You seeming like you need my resignation Cause the streets need a cleaner reputation Ican see you n***as faking I'm Moses i need a separation In the end i keep a reservation Before i be a mental patient Why they trying to hate on your bro I need a beat like a creep date raping a hoe Glory hole a** rappers still waiting to blow I bring them bars back like you violating parole (woah) Blame it on them rough blocks Razor blades trying to put me in a lunch box I got a heater torpedo n***as guns pop Why step to me, you might as well cum shot My destiny is on top I ain't got no time to fail Devil want my soul no kind of sale Can't Pimp a mac go find a dell It's all over, showtime Adele [Verse 3: Soul Khan] Now i ain't got to catch a song To make y'all love me My lines fish hook you Till your face all bloody Son your fornicating with A force of nature, formulated When the dude was scored a pager And they rugged rugby's Its hugo boss Screw your squad I'm listening to the skyrim with a fus-roh-dah And he got hella style Bring him in like al a**ad f** asking who's your daddy Son who's your God I ain't here to fill a quota I'm here to spill a soda In the memory of every rapper That should've told her Your bodies human And that's an illusion I am the end of days See you let this plague On the wing of the Enola I You wanna hear some punchlines Lu But now a days its kind of hard To be a punchline dude I mean my double a time Just could be tougher contrava The truth could hit him harder Than them punchlines do Who got a vendetta You better get a d**h bed or two If i get it crackin' You better expect tentacles Homie I can multiply You could have sent ten of you I will outlast you, past my centennial Talk about New York, but still wear the Mecca You don't know the time Like you still wearing Mecca I write these words, reach you Through these Heisenberg features I know i'm going to blow up Like the wheel chair of Hector Shorty screaming like she in the hentai biz What the f** Did y'all forget who the heck I is I will burn your house down Like its left eyes crib And then move your family Up to where left eye lives Respect on the rise, but the money stay still I'm 28 sitting on 28 bills Son I can't chill like my cupboard ain't filled And I wonder when they're gonna make the hunger games real [Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco] (We need more sh** like this man) Uh yea, 30 bars to go And whats a cool heart To 30 carts of coal And whats a cool car when air part is poor And the poor part means air part is cold And the cold part is air parts a stove So everything of them is oven Also something to understand What I say is ice trays And Muffin pans also everything other than's Well lets call it baked Alaska Sriracha on the rocks a frozen yogurt on the woks Stop Even rejection is perfection when i'm thru with rhymes They cut the floors out my cutting room Just to make them out the doors of the Guggenheim Raps catholic church Discarded bars would k** just to get back in my verse Now what you just observed is You listening to some sh** That you've never heard and just to make it cray I was talking about some sh** That i would never say In a playing song by the song that i'd never play Yeah, even my wrong turns is a better way Long term i just come around the corner like the letter J So I'm on the right track even when I'm A letter stray Like misdirected lead let out of the letter K Slang for chopper Not slang for throw it If i had a knife you wouldn't even know it You knockers On flows for those just to bring it back top us You know how to say silent K's And reattach shoppers Oh that's a lot to say you never seen him before Hanging in the hood just like three in a row Snakes after I just like a G and a Joe Check out my new chain I hang a tree from my throat Hanging a T from a rope Take it from me, I'm a bit crazy And You could hear it from the hoes Like Dick Tracey LU