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Lupe Fiasco - Pound of Flesh / Paris Tokyo 2

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25 Sep 2013, 16:49

    [Verse 1]
    This your beat I'm sorry, but her eyes were so starry
    I just had to get some-uhh...one up it
    Hit the bricks, drop the coins, pick up the shit
    Like a pooper scooper even dog shit was once eukanuba
    Underdogs of the past can be the shit up in the future
    I brush my shoulders off to remove my bazooka
    What we doing? Deck full of spades, hold a mic like Bob Barker
    It's manure if you new tuh (to the) the ways of the lupester
    The base meaning is I'm a roofer, (woo!), I'm going like fuschia
    All I need is a coup and a princess behind me like King Koopa
    If a nigga with me and he black he might shoot ya
    And that's motherfuckin real, even my mother, is fucking, real
    Kitchen counter tapping then undercover skills
    Your beat is in my bedroom giving head to 'em
    Stretch it out, stand up in it and call it leg room
    Beat the beat till it's beat there's eggs to 'em
    Then repeat, eat it till it sleep, then wake it up
    But then don't speak to it cause now it's like the feds to 'em
    Beats having trouble going to sleep cause now I'm like Fred to 'em
    And if I can be any meaner, our patina was Martin and Gina
    To her I would have ran, but now she like Pam
    She still want the flow but now I'm like damn
    Whisk her away, but I had to scram back to the bullshit
    Scramble to your pulpits and tell the preacher he legit
    Beats get weaker the deeper that I get
    Damn right she ain't even get the shaft, I'm just speaking from the tip
    When the fire gone then I quit, cellphone still along on the trip
    So I can speak to the choir from the throne on my ship
    And noble or sober or my song nobler
    Eating with our hands and the waiter is a fan
    Shout out to Mike Pharaoh keeping paper in my hands
    Tailor Savile Row, a Mastermind Japan
    Sky dropped six on the blazer
    Drop top Aston versus Cobra, I'mma race ya
    Free Rico, before he do his bid
    Got a father tatted on him he gone show him where it is
    Black dragon slayer they ain't knowing what he did
    Want everybody in Bull city eating like a pig, lets do it!
    Durk, Mouse, Paris, Keef, Boolu, Dub, Pharris,
    Drama, Common, Flict, Ye, Chance, Illinois, Lupe
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