[ti:Mural]
[ar:Lupe Fiasco]
[al:Tetsuo & Youth]
[01:08.70]We're all chemicals, vitamins and minerals
[01:11.71]Vicodin with inner tubes, wrapped around the arm
[01:14.29]To see the vein like a chicken on the barn
[01:17.05]Top Cat chat, let's begin another yarn
[01:20.36]That's flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'?
[01:23.20]But roosters don't fly like boosters don't buy
[01:26.07]So what powers cowards to get them to the top
[01:28.71]Just to fall asleep listening to Bach?
[01:31.36]The ribbon in the sky is the riddim that I drop
[01:33.99]Dribbling the eye across the prism of a clock
[01:36.96]That lacks meaning, but racks up stacks of fat reading
[01:40.08]They catch Chief and wrapped up plants from trap dealings
[01:44.24]Now what's a coffin with a scratched ceiling?
[01:46.98]And what's the talking without the match feeling
[01:49.61]That's buried living? And cherry picking
[01:51.41]Every lemon from your berry system
[01:53.02]Then proceed with the pack feeding
[01:55.07]When I was young I had visions of another world
[01:57.70]Sneaking looks at the porn stash of my brother Hurl
[02:00.64]Incense smoke made vortices and other curls
[02:03.29]Casting calls from porn films and ad space for rubber girls
[02:06.92]I like my pancakes cut in swirls
[02:09.55]Moroccan moles and undercover squirrels
[02:12.13]I like cartoons, southern cities with large moons
[02:14.70]Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers and art booms
[02:18.61]Apologize for my weird mix
[02:21.05]What taste like hot dogs and tear drips
[02:23.92]And looks like pantomime and clear bricks
[02:26.46]And smells like shotguns and deer piss
[02:29.11]They on their hunt, kind of salty that I'm going hard
[02:31.78]First part of a party, that I throw in parts
[02:34.63]One minute you're playing pool, next minute you're throwing darts
[02:37.01]But that's how you do with a party that you throw in bars
[02:40.33]I run the Gambit like I'm throwing cards
[02:43.30]From popular mechanics to overdosing hearts
[02:45.67]Paint cold pictures like Nova Scotia landscapes
[02:48.43]Nerd gang, make Mandelbrot sets when we handshake
[02:51.76]A word game back up plan that can dam lakes
[02:54.34]Backup the wordplay playing at the man's states
[02:57.35]Means I can still be the man if the dam breaks
[03:00.07]And when demand brakes I'm reflectious, what they can't face
[03:02.79]My peers will still treat the mirror like it's a fan base
[03:05.57]The unfettered veteran, the eagle feathered man of medicine
[03:09.04]That hovers above cities like weather men
[03:11.54]And maybe weather woman
[03:12.85]Whatever better to tell ya weather comin'
[03:14.40]I prefer girls to reign all over the world
[03:16.65]And not rain like, rain man or rain like rain dance
[03:19.85]Or rain like a slight chance of rain when it's raining
[03:22.53]Or rein like deer slaves to Santa Claus sleigh man
[03:25.58]But reign like Queens that reign over made man
[03:28.65]And not Queen like Queen killer, rhapsody bohemian Queen
[03:31.83]But Queen, like white glove wave hand, and not wave hand, like it's a heat wave
[03:36.49]So you make a fan by waving your hand, I'm talking wave, like you saying, "Hey man!"
[03:40.89]And not hay for horses,and hoarse like you almost voiceless
[03:44.17]You gotta treat your vocal chords, like it's a fortress
[03:46.24]And treat every single one of your words, like reinforcements
[03:48.53]And especially when you're recording
[03:50.33]Cause that's the portion that's important
[03:51.65]When I was reporting, that I was poor,but now I'm more than (poor)
[03:54.57]It's still hooker heels, on my sugar hills, and sweet spots
[03:57.39]Crying shames, make margarita rims, from cheap tops
[04:00.20]Deep plots, in floor to ceiling windows, for my peep pots
[04:02.97]A little scene, with the sickle swings, to make the wheat drop
[04:05.76]And a hundred words, for them hummingbirds, that like to eavesdrop
[04:08.68]And fan out, like peacocks, with a parakeet that beat box
[04:11.47]So the sun rise, when the beat drops, and the sun dies. when the beat stops...
[04:16.37]Then it unties, then it relocks, then it relapsed, then it detox
[04:19.60]Then heat back, like a heat pack, on his knee caps of the weak spot
[04:22.42]Cause he want what we got, like yeah
[04:35.90]Then forge poetry, like a young honorary, Morrissey
[04:38.06]Then spit it to the golden locks thots, who like their porridge all watery
[04:41.33]Not scorching, nor sorbet-y
[04:42.95]From the steel orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery
[04:45.71]Coming down gorgeously, just like a Stacey Dash waterfall
[04:49.28]A more torturing, a water-boarding, Barbie doll
[04:52.06]A river of women, like a Brazilian Carnival
[04:54.92]Swimming in feminine bikinis, made out of Barbasol
[04:59.95]Somebody give them the volleyballs
[05:01.65]If you love her, don't ever send her to Mally Mall's
[05:04.11]Homie, if she lonely she might end up in Macauly's claws
[05:06.56]Coming out the closet over goblets, down at Madri Gras
[05:10.10]The fame, champagne, walk of shame lobby call
[05:12.62]My rap position, was black condition, and activism
[05:15.28]Ammunition for abolition, missions attacking systems
[05:18.00]But they're not apt to listen, unless it's dropping on Activision
[05:20.77]Are we apps, or are we bodies filled with apparitions?
[05:23.83]Operating applications, stuck inside an Apple prison
[05:26.36]Chicken hack, and download updates that lack religion
[05:29.28]Or are we more...
[05:32.94]...Than soil tainting,disloyal changelings
[05:34.58]Preoccupied with boy and Goyle chasing, and foiling other's royal saintings?
[05:37.66]I sit back and watch the world, through the eye holes, in my oil paintings
[05:40.80]Uhhh!Ain't nothin' to it, but to do it
[05:43.14]Unless you Virgin Mary, nothin' do it but the truest
[05:46.12]Believe all that, unless you Jewish
[05:49.47]Life is not a dictionary, it's a thesaurus
[05:52.35]And I feel like a missionary, to a clitoris
[05:54.78]The water bearer, heir of traditions, that I swear to never change
[05:58.40]My chair position, or conditions of my porridge
[06:00.51]Submission for sedition, against the religion of a chorus
[06:03.06]Keep them golden weave thieves, out the mothafuckin' forest
[06:06.15]As I perform a nerve storm, I prefer my pictures in word form
[06:11.18]Bury the hatchet, like how a bird born
[06:13.41]As I paint cold pictures, like Kool-Aid facing condensation
[06:16.80]Having conversations with flavorful combinations
[06:19.11]Slave to my concentration, so that's OJ da Juiceman, meetsOJ with two hands
[06:23.63]And two gloves, that's too snug, to judge who was, who drew blood
[06:26.90]And, Lupe look at all these toucans, in a cemetery full of tomahawks
[06:32.57]Giving middle fingers, to the pigeons doing somersaults
[06:35.29]Road runners don't fall off cliffs, they run across
[06:38.08]Anomalies by the colony, flukes by the reservoir
[06:40.83]Wildin' pursuers end up as poofs, on the desert floor
[06:43.93]Levitating youths, who know the truth of where the fountain hides
[06:46.96]Buccaro roof painting tunnels, onto the mountain sides
[06:49.63]A thousand parts, a pound of heart, an ounce of eyes
[06:52.75]Announcing now, the doubt in mouth, pronounces a count of lies
[06:55.31]Chocula Counts, by the count of five
[06:59.08]Refrigerator roof, full of animals and monsters
[07:01.23]Incinerator chutes and the manual for Contra
[07:04.32]Assorted memories from my childhood
[07:07.54]Absorbing energy from the wild woods
[07:10.47]Electronic combat Konami sign contract
[07:12.84]Chinese chalk killing cucarachas on contact
[07:16.53]Chicago, spray gun aficionado
[07:18.54]Efficient spitting bridging divisions isn't Chicano
[07:21.45]Who’s the Boss? If isn't Alyssa Milano
[07:24.02]Dudikoff, ninja mission into the Congo
[07:27.14]Polarize envy of the older guys
[07:29.46]Black obi, shinobi hittin' Kenno in the face with all my throwin' knives
[07:32.94]Sub-zero guiding, hiding, riding in the pack as well
[07:35.94]Sound village, Leaf village, wolf spirit, magic spells
[07:38.86]Dodging rain and catching hail
[07:41.60]Faces need samurais to catch the L
[07:44.67]Special research vessels made for catching whales
[07:47.21]Filet-o-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered with extra sails
[07:50.33]Rewrite history, liberty needs a better bell
[07:52.59]Maybe harder irons and carbon fibers that never fail
[07:55.35]Smarter science mixed with a odd alliance of fairy tale
[07:58.73]Or maybe just a metal pail you hit with steel tools
[08:01.54]To announce that you've had enough and dropping out of SEAL school
[08:04.21]Just like trout jumping out their house to let their gills cool
[08:07.44]Cuba-scuba couldn't take the temperature of my skill pool
[08:10.62]I said it feels cool to kill fools
[08:13.38]Slipping through the cracks like when you try to grill gruel
[08:16.09]Techno Viking water bottle and not following pill rules
[08:18.81]Will have you off of the throttle when you should be modelin' chill mood
[08:21.57]Roller skater maker or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes
[08:24.56]Overweight taster of kings food that kills crews
[08:27.38]Oblivious feather-weight baker who autographed cakes whenever his quill moves over your milieu
[08:32.85]Simple as a Buddhist monk in a temple standing in some heel groove with the abbot, practising stillness
[08:39.04]Real still til' he realizes his realness
[08:41.80]Defeat Samsara, achieves nirvana and brilliance
[08:44.52]Yeah!