the man that brought u skateboards and robots now brings you the cool, damn this song is so cool, other 2007 releases just froze. now why he gotta tie the lupe end?
(Verse 1-Lupe Fiasco)
I'm fearless now hear this im earless
and i'm pealess which means im eyeless
which means im tearless which means my irish
resides where my ears is which means im blinded
but imma find it i could feel it's nearness
but imma vear so i don't come near like a chicken or a deer
but i remember im not a listner or a seer so my windshields smear
here you stare i really shouldnt be behind this
clearly cause my blindness
the windshield in menstriel the whole grill is road kill
so trill and so sincere yea im both inveared
to both pills when a bloak in a trench coat
in the lotes in a chair had approached in here
made it clear as a ghost so a biter of the throats in the mirror
the writer of the quotes from the ghost who supplier of the notes that they living
riverton is rosey pockets full of prosieds given
to the mother of the deseaced awaken at war
'till i'm resting in peace (peace peace peace)
(Verse 2-Lupe Fiasco)
and im mouthless which means im soundless
now as far as the hearing i found it
it was as far as the distance from the earing to the ground is
but the doorknockers on the ears of a stewerdist in the lear
she fine and she flying im feeling fly by cause my minds on cloud nine
and in her mind at the same time
+pimp C+ the wings on the +underground king+
whos also cling on to infinity and beyond
something realy stinks but i spence like leon
or lion in the desert im flying on pegasis you flying on a fesert
writer of the white powder picker of the fire flower
spit hot fire like dilon on cheppelle skit
yea, smell it on my unicorn we snort the white
(Verse 3-Lupe Fiasco)
and im brainless which means im headless like Icabar Craine is
or four playless sex is which makes me sainless
with no neck left to hang a chain with
wich makes me neckless less like a necklace death
and i aint use my headrest yet
they say they need proof like a vestless chest
about to best fair FF jet in the nest
to excuse confidence and access debts
even scuba steve will find it hard to breathe around these leages
my snorkle is a tuba luda ruda around these seas
westside beside him westside beside him
chest high and rising almost touching the knees
of stewardist and the pilot lucky they make flowered
personal floating devices is falling out of sleeves
David Blane, make it rain, make a boat i make a plain
then i pull the plug and i make it drain
until i feel like flowing and filling it up again
(westside)
Jay Z, Scarface, Andre 3000, lupe fiasco all have attempted to hang up the mic cord?....damn Tupac was right..."the good die young"
Nas is the "last real nigga alive"