Lupe Fiasco - Mean & Vicious lyrics

He's mean And vicious [Verse 1] 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 And put 'em on the track like glue Then put 'em on your head like hat Hey back to you Lu black power I'm just runnin' with a barrel full of black powder With 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, duck and dive 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 winded extended metaphors of Lu's This time I use an 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 the fuse everything together Well I spilt some on my hands And God Damn I might have to carry this forever Well I'm crazy to the game till they bury me insane [Refrain] 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 like Doin' his thang, doin' his thang [Verse 2] Truthfully I have trouble with second verses Cause the first one be so intimidatin' It be bullyin' and pickin' on it instigatin' Pointin' out all the second ones limitations Like, 'you ain't nothing but an imitation' Like bits o' bacon, then he gets the chorus And the beat to together then they all gang up on him and get to hatin' But then around the eighth bar He tires of their conspire and comiseratin 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 Abagnale Junior, check me You gon' respect me Aight track Listen to him, feelin' himself Swagger up and a few ad-libs to back it up Lets back it up I think you've had enough Give me my mic back You ain't even write that Oh its like that Track stop pumpin' till this n***as stop frontin' Yeah, yeah, now right back [Refrain] [Verse 3] Oh my god My perils in 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 ma**age The King Arthur, rhythm of the night, El DeBarge The camoflouge water in the distance Flogging a camel to get there with the quickness Mean and vicious Grinch who stole christmas and hid it in the garage That was a collage, a barrage I brought all things That seem king to help this thing start Jump, jump, my battery charge I'm bout my green like string beans and beings from Mars Its a mean thing to be seen with ours Got that F&F homie I'm a young lil' thriller I will resurrect homie come back for my k**a In some disheveled apparel with that same leakin' barrel insane [Refrain] Its meaaannnnnn And vicious