Lupe Fiasco - Of lyrics

[Verse] Young peerer over Dilla Behind the mic like the wheel of a vehicular k**er The threading, put it together like a three minutes to wedding In less than three minutes of meddling, over melody and grand piano peddlings I do represent the mind like IQs, intelligent signs in our kinds of haiku Cobra Kai turn high top fade to Caillou, who inspect a man stance and fight the kaiju Way beyond a hundred kicks, breaking bottom bricks and he on number six This is that “there should be a name for it” Hideo should go and make a game for it Mama should make you change for it Kinda rap that sends jaguars running back into the rain forest Plans over panic, when Superman scans deadpan over planets Make the fat man hand over the ham jam and lamb and Spam sandwich A face black eyes and hand-to-hand damage Make ‘em believe you can manage to have swam the span, fam It's Sesame the bird big, and the master plan mammoth Yeah! (Pharaoh)