Prince Ben - Dumb It Down lyrics

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Carrera (Dumb it down!) Coolest n***a, what? (Dumb it down!) F-N-F, up! (Dumb it down!) (Dumb it down!) [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] I'm fearless, now hear this, I'm earless And I'm peerless, that means I'm eyeless Which means I'm tearless, which means my iris Resides where my ears is, which means I'm blinded But I'mma find it, I can feel its nearness But I'mma veer so I don't come near Like a chicken or a deer, but I remember I'm not a listener or a seer so my windshield smear Here you steer, I really shouldn't be behind this Clearly cause my blindness; the windshield is menstrual/minstrel The whole grill is roadk**, so trill and so sincere Yeah, I'm both them there Took both pills, when a bloke in a trench coat And the locs in the chair had approached him here Made it clear as a ghost, so a biter of the throats in the mirror The writer of the quotes for the ghosts Who supplier of the notes to the living Riveting as Rosie, pockets full of posies Given to the mother of the deceased Awake and at war 'til I'm resting in peace [Hook 1: Gemini] You going over n***as heads, Lu (Dumb it down!) They telling me that they don't feel you (Dumb it down!) We ain't graduate from school, n***a (Dumb it down!) Them big words ain't cool, n***a (Dumb it down!) Yeah I heard "Mean and Vicious", n***a (Dumb it down!) Make a song for the b**hes, n***a! (Dumb it down!) We don't care about the weather n***a (Dumb it down!) You'll sell more records if you (Dumb it down!) [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] And I'm mouthless, which means I'm soundless Now as far as the hearing, I've found it It was as far as the distance from the earring to the ground is But the doorknockers on the ear of a stewardess in a Lear She's fine and she's flying, I feel I'm flying by em Cause my mind's on cloud nine and in a mine at the same time Pimps see the wings on the Underground King Who's also Klingon, to infinity and beyond Something really stinks, but I Sphinx like Leon Or lying/lion in the desert I'm flying on Pegasus, you're flying on the pheasant Writer of the white powder, picker of the fire flowers Spit, "hot fiya" like Dylan on Chappelle's skit Yeah, smell it on my unicorn Don't snort the white horse, but toot my own horn Sleep [Hook 2: Graham Burris] You've been shedding too much light, Lu (Dumb it down!) You make 'em wanna do right, Lu (Dumb it down!) They're gettin' self-esteem, Lu (Dumb it down!) These girls are trying to be queens, Lu (Dumb it down!) They're trying to graduate from school, Lu (Dumb it down!) They're startin' to think that smart is cool, Lu (Dumb it down!) They're trying to get up out the hood, Lu (Dumb it down!) I'll tell you what you should do (Dumb it down!) [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] And I'm brainless, which means I'm headless Like Ichabod Crane is Or foreplay-less s** is, which makes me saneless With no neck left to hang the chain with Which makes me necklace-less, like a necklace theft And I ain't used my headrest yet They said they need proof like a vestless chest About the best-fed F-F jet in the nest Who exudes confidence and, excess depth Even Scuba Steve would find it hard to breathe Around these leagues; my snorkel is a tuba Lu the ruler around these seas Westside Poseidon, Westside beside 'em Chest-high and rising, almost touching the knees Of stewardess and the pilot, lucky they make ya fly wit Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves David Blaine, make it rain You make a boat, I make a plane Then, I pull the plug and I, make it drain Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again Westside! [Hook 3: Gemini] You putting me to sleep, n***a (Dumb it down!) That's why you ain't popping in the streets, n***a! (Dumb it down!) You ain't winning no awards n***a! (Dumb it down!) Robots and skateboards, n***a?! (Dumb it down!) GQ Man of the Year, G? (Dumb it down!) sh** ain't rocking over here, B (Dumb it down!) Won't you talk about your cars n***a? (Dumb it down!) What the f** is Goyard n***a (Dumb it down!) Make it rain for the chicks (Dumb it down!) Po' CHAMPAGNE on a b**h! (Dumb it down!) What the f** is WRONG WITH YOU?! (Dumb it down!) ...How can I get on a song with you? (Dumb it down!) [Outro: Gemini] Look B, here's my main, my two-way Uh, what should I, ah, here take this That right there, f** what my boys'll talk about me, n***a n***a, you hot to me! I like you! (Dumb it down!) [Outro 2: Lupe Fiasco] Bishop G, they told me I should come down, cousin But I flatly refuse: I ain't dumb down nothing!