http://lyricsbond.com Latest Lyrics of Soundtracks, Bands and Artist en-us Copyright (C) 2010 lyricsbond.com Album Friend Of The People by Lupe Fiasco http://lyricsbond.com/Friend_Of_The_People-lyrics-Lupe_Fiasco http://downloadsongslyrics.com/images/artist/thumb/Friend_Of_The_People16565.jpg http://lyricsbond.com/Friend_Of_The_People-lyrics-Lupe_Fiasco Wed, 21 Nov 2012 00:00:00 Ohio, Tennessee, California, Endlessly
Right on, right on
Right on, right on

(1st Verse)
Laid back, villain on the smooth tip
All things gravy, greatest fear to let the groove slip
Always tell the masters that it’s never gon’ stop
Cause you never gon’ do shit
Magnify justice over long lost blues riffs
Mop up, sop up the tears for fears with a Q-tip
They proceeds to poke out they eyes with a toothpick
Remember when Larenz Tate beat Terrence with the pool stick
Or when Caine pistol whipped Chauncy and that fool snitched
Sent the tape to Bill Duke, would’ve went to jail
If he wouldn’t have got killed in that drive-by by the dude he kicked
Cuz he was like, “It ain’t mine”
And she was like, “You the only guy that I do it with”
Remember when ‘Pac and Q start fightin’ over Steel’s house
They broke a vase, Steel scream, Rahim told ‘em to chill out
The jheri curl Blood that bumped Ricky eating chips
The same guy they was looking for when Ice Cube stopped to let Cuba out the whip
And wan’ it sad how Loco had to have it?
Ain’t it funny when they caught T-Bone, dancing with that rabbit
Didn’t rocket have the same gun that the old man shot OG Bobby Johnson’s son in the back with
Or do I got it backwards
And Bobby Johnson was the one that put his fist up to the glass
And Caine put his fist up and dapped it
And Chicago and Regina had sex inside the mail truck
They left his ass, he reached down to get his hairbrush
And Tré lied to Furious, sitting down get his hair cut

(Hook x2)
Yeah, do you remember these
Double burger with cheese
Double burger with cheese
Double burger with cheese, huh

(2nd Verse)
Caine told him as he jacked him at the drive-thru
A hundred bucks will tell who rider mask put the knife to
Another hundred for the cop who chased New Jersey Drive crew
The group who took Ricky ball, Crip or Piru
Kicked Doughboy and told him he could buy a hundred balls
Little Bobby used his bed to iron out his overalls
Who knew in a few he would have a gun aimed
Caine had a nigga’s Daytons skatin’ on his Mustang
Remember when the whole crowd stopped and got tense
Then they cheered when Steel put his hand up on the fence
Then when Gee Money first got mad to the cocaine
And Chris Tucker OD’ed there watching Soul Train
Cam’ron shot him in the car and took his gold chain
Nino was free till he met up with that old man
And Ice-T was there and he oversaw the whole thing
Mello lost his legs just to get up out the dope game
Why he throw his gun into the river, though?
Just to hit the roof to get the juice and let Bishop go
Show Hodges love, but the Pac Man day came
‘specially after sprayed little ese with the spray paint
Remember when Bobby took off his tear
And when Doughboy disappeared
After his brother died and he said nobody cared
I still do, after all these years
Because he should’ve played ball
Ricky ain’t deserve none of that at all
These are just a illustration
Of a few scenes to help raise a generation

(Hook)
Yeah, do you remember these
Double burger with cheese
Double burger with cheese
Double burger with cheese, huh

(Outro: Menace II Society excerpt)]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Double_Burger_with_Cheese/lyrics/Lupe_Fiasco Sat, 04 Feb 2012 20:02:44 Friend! Friend!

(1st Verse : Lupe Fiasco)
Lu, cool, no, more doors
Porsche or, no, more doors, Sedan
Hmmm, 4-more, no, more doors, more doors than that
Lord of the Rings, that Frodo went to war for, you’ll see more war than
World War 4 or Lord of War when Nicolas lost his ‘brothor’
Brougham, no, man, too slow for my program
Need Punk rock, not slow jams, mosh pits not hold hands
Or slow dance, or romance, I’ll take this bitch like Lo Pan
Put her right into Do’s hands, tell her how this gon’ go, man

(2nd Verse : Dosage)
Animals, animals, we are more like cannibals
Follow rules, what rules? We don’t ever answer to
No King Tuts, no presidents, this is more like a ritual
What am I scared of death for? Life is just an interlude

Let’s begin this interview, I know they got a lot of questions
I don’t have on a unitard, but I can answer the detective
None of these dicks can trace me, I don’t go that direction
This is the beginning of a massacre, I’m tired of getting treated like a step-kid

This where I step in, cause this Dosage from Philly and he so sick
He’s my friend, so he’s your friend, it’s who Lupe Fiasco’s with

They wanna know if I’m insane, I just don’t accept defeat
But since I’m nominated this is gonna be my acceptance speech
Your big bro requestin’ me ‘cuz I’m a friend of the people and I’m next to be
In the game, I don’t hear the referees whistling technically
Dixie, let me sing!

I forever see
Don’t go back or forever be a slave to the nation
Touché, Lupe, this is history in the making

We so in Smithsonians when the story ends
We was there when the story started, making history before we’s artists
You know we’s targets: Tar-get, it’s always star shit
Or shall I say hot-wired, ride around reckless and double-park it
Look how many fines that the car get
Take the boots off it, throw the tickets in the garbage
Then go to court just to get up on some smart shit
Tell the motherfucking judge it’s all ours, bitch

(Dosage)
Animals, animals, we are more like cannibals
Follow rules, what rules? We don’t ever answer to
No King Tuts, no presidents, this is more like a ritual
What am I scared of death for? Life is just an interlude]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Friend_Of_The_People/lyrics/Lupe_Fiasco Sat, 04 Feb 2012 20:02:44 Sorry, We Have not Lyrics At The Moment]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Introduction/lyrics/Lupe_Fiasco Sat, 04 Feb 2012 20:02:44 Okay, what up to my whirlwind, turn like tilt-a-whirls
I be throwin' up my set, yes! 'Urlin' up the world and
Goin' out, we goin' in, say "Hello" to my girlfriend
Vomiting and conquering - That C-class is a "girl benz"

My class is overseas, I be on all around the world rims
Women's international, my will is like my girl: thin
Goin' in is goin' wild, goin' in is goin' strong
Goin' for the gold somewhere that goin' in is goin' on

(Record scratch, music stops)

Okay, what up to my whirlwind, turn like tilt-a-whirls
I be throwin' up my set, yes! 'Urlin' up the world and
Goin' out, we goin' in, say "Hello" to my girlfriend
Vomiting and conquering - That C-class is a "girl benz"

My class is overseas, I be on all around the world rims
Women's international, my will is like my girl: thin
Goin' in is goin' wild, goin' in is goin' strong
Goin' for the gold somewhere that goin' in is goin' on

I can do this all day, I ain't got an arcade
They all say I'm wall short of a whole hallway
One Hall's short to keep from coughin' all in y'all face
Man, I'm so appalled, I can keep them all safe

I can really ball and put them titties all in y'all face
That was Robert Paulson, and that deserves a pausin'
So, that's block piercin', all that's missin' is the bearer
For the coffin that is needed for this beat when I'm done talkin'

Ballin' in the mornin', this feel like my callin'
It's the new witches brew, fall off in my cauldron
Lupe's goin' crazy, flow is goin' almonds
We goin' back to goin' in, you gonna need a Garmin

Then go and get a car and put your Garmin and my broad in
Destination: everywhere, reputation: everywhere
Music drop, music stop, one man take up every chair
I know that that ain't very fair how one man take up everywhere

But it ain't for long though, it'll be some closure
Or maybe I'll be everywhere after I'm all over
Say goodbye then start the show, fall on off then start to blow
Actin' like I'm rappin', it's that Joaquin Phoenix Facebook flow

Flow is in the microwave, call it Michael Tyson flow
Killin' is a dirty job - Michael Myers, Michael Rowe
Bring it back like Michael Fox, see how far them Michaels go
I feel like I'm Michael Crichton writin' with a microphone

I ain't sayin' that you should die, but you should leave your life alone
Maybe borrow one of mine, fast life, life at home
Life is like a box of chocolates, pockets full of Toblerones
Rocket full of wallets for what continent we shoppin' on
]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Joaquin_Phoenix/lyrics/Lupe_Fiasco Sat, 04 Feb 2012 20:02:44 She said love is a hard thing
Somewhere between golfing and gardening
Or parole board pardoning
But she was still down for a hard swing
Flowers she would pick like guitar strings
For a real good whiff
Of how life behind par seems
Until then she a bar-teend
And poor hot lead shots out of carbines
If an inmate ever even think about departing
Before it’s time for the theft of a hard thing
Wanna see what a bum riding bar dreams
Before he get gunned down, cause some sharp scene
Saw it all on the way to the art scene
Around the time they kicked us out, they had the park cleaned
She ain’t living in a car she just RV-ing
Life on ice like the San Jose Shark team
Hard times, tryna duck em like Darkwing
Known for burning clothes and petty car-keying
And other less harmful skylarking
Bought a bag out of American Rag
A small Chinese-made American flag
Took a dollar bill then split it in half
The picture that she bought wouldn’t fit in the cab
On the train trying her best not to live in the past
A bum probably asked could he spit in her ass
And that was it, fits, tantrums random
Helter-Skelter, a world gone Manson

And I’ll spare you the details
Dinner is ceviche out of seashells
Annoyed cause her date really can’t speak well
But she forced to press on like Lee Nails
Next table was abhorred by the weed smell
She was done at the moment that the tee fell
A thick wool jacket on a cool night
Unimpressed by poems or the moonlight
Doesn’t satisfy her like a game of pool might
Thinking “what if Fantasia had a broom strike?”
Tuned right out of that school life
Soon as reality became a camera crew and a boom mic
So what do you do like?
She said “Absurd last words from a dude off a Zoosk site”
And then left him
Like the Roots left Geffen
And the state Howlin’ Wolf left Chess in
Stop to watch flows have an unpaid session on the steps of a Westin
She really need to check in
And to apologize to her best friend
New bras to put her chest in
Love life and death in]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Life_Death_And_Love_From_San_Francisco/lyrics/Lupe_Fiasco Sat, 04 Feb 2012 20:02:44 (Elle Goulding)
I had a way then, losing it all on my own
I had a heart then but the Queen has been overthrown
And I’m not sleeping now
The dark is too hard to beat
And I’m not keeping now the strength I need to push me
You show the lights that stop me, turn to stone
You shine it when I’m alone
And so I tell myself that I’ll be strong
Dreaming when they’re gone

Cause they’re calling, calling, calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me, turn to stone
Shine it when I’m alone

(Verse 1 - Lupe Fiasco)
So, what do you bunches stand for?
Dreads in the sky, I and I
2 new Vans on a Land 4
Take that back, make that 2 new shoes on a van floor
Me and my band out on that road
On a never-back-down-from-a-stance tour
Yeah, touch more souls than a dancefloor
While they touch less tours than a hand or
Ceiling fan or wait, let me tell ya slower
Lift my fans up to the to the ceiling
And you’ll never touch the floor
Now if Noah need a rower, I’ll be there with my oar
Til we get back to the shore
Dad made me a soldier, GI Joe to these Cobras
Tryna FBI my panther, CIA my sankofa
Infiltrate my Carter, illuminate my culture
While they watching through that bunker
But I stay up on my hustle
Turn that belt back on theyself
Now I watch them scream for help
Like Africa need aid, or black women as maids
Uncover undercovers turn those maids to brothers mothers
Take the hero out the Nino, keep it real as treble trouble huh?
Or maybe cartoon Martin on the boondocks
Flip the script on chicks who think they shit smells like perfume shops
Half them girls find beauty without a magazine or movie
She Delilah with them 45 or Keisha with that Uzi
Now I know that’s contradiction, wants and needs and competition
But it’s hard to stay on point with such extremes in opposition
While we waiting on that compromise, proceed with that conscious eye
New gang alert: hashtag #occupies
Repping to the death of me, FnF what’s left in me
All my hate is for the fake recipes for wrestling
Only time I wrestle’s when I’m wrestling with settlin’
Only way I settle if we wrestle over everythig
I know that don’t mix like ecstasy and ketamine
Funny how I’m only sick if you never catch a thing
Argue with your friends over what really the record means
Back and forth about it’s course, with professor’s refereeing
Why he so rebellious? Up-front with his realness?
They wanna be Fiasco’s, reproduce his failures
Emperor is his alias, but not Marcus Aurelius
This is more like Sparta: kick you down a well, kid
And on my last check, I copped that NSX just like Pharrell did
Well did, better doings to come
My only promise is I’ll never ruin the young
I’ll never human and sung lyrics in a spirit thats
super human to some, keep you pursuin’ the sum of
Slums, plus, get up outta them, plus never forget
This is where you from plus
Make sure that you ballin when you come back up in them, plus
We don’t die, multiply, every single come-up
A Rumpa-pum-pum-yup]]> http://lyricsbond.com/LightWork/lyrics/Lupe_Fiasco Sat, 04 Feb 2012 20:02:44 Yield, to the forces of darkness
I bring you the torches of our shit
Reinforced with hardness of Wolverine’s
Arms with the harshness and overall sharpness
Now how far do the arms get?
My nigga, from the stars to the starfish
From the baby to the bomb
It’s a whole lot of light and a whole lot of armlift
My arms long, but I’m lawless
A strong arm, I can lift up all this
You gon’ have to build a bigger farm for us
To keep them wolves out of Old MacDonald barn, bitch
Yeah, Team Jacob
We’re long armed, put my arms on a lear
Everytime I put my hands in the air
Watch the throne as I dance in the chair
Throw my crown in the crowd, hope it lands on the heir
The weak niggas like to pass interfere
Spend a lot of lint over jams in the year
That act like the man up in here
That don’t count when your only real fan is a mirror
That’s subliminal to any nigga that he feel he is too
But you don’t stand a chance, playa
I am there, Chi-Town, fan of the Bears
Love where they dance in the square
Yeah, Yankees too, but only cause Granderson there
And now wears khaki pants on La Brea
We all friends, why your man lookin’ scared?
Turning whiter than Anderson hair
Came out the garage like he saw a phantom in there, huh

(2nd Verse)
Oh shit alert, Louis clothes
Callin women bitches, Louboutin and Gucci shows
Well, I guess there goes my Louis shows
More O shit, if your role model’s a movie role
And if you live your life like it’s a studio
Talkin’ to us like we mics, a bunch of you ain’t do befo’
Electric fences for a urinal
Also keep a toaster in my jacuzzi, yo
Shock-a-zulu, call me Wasalu II
Oh shit, man these record labels prostitute you
Strap them to sushi bars, and feed em lots of fugu
Catch a bad piece
You can stick that 360 between your asscheeks
Artists let’s mobilize and unionize like the athletes
Radio is making our craft weak
Forced to repeat the same dumb shit that work
Only as hot as your last beat
And rappers, they relating to that last piece
Album never leave they desk if you don’t got no B.D.S
Sacrifice your publishin’, they said you really need a hook
And they ain’t gon’ pay you, said that you received a look
And what’s stupid real, is what producers feel
Twenty placements or you stuck in that producer deal
And R&B chicks so get it the wildest
All they money goes to hairdressers and stylists
Gotta keep up with that image
Label lose they mind if they ever see a blemish
ProActiv impeals, airbrushers and trainers
Managers suggest you f-ck a nigga to be famous, huh
But it’s all entertainment
Wonder when Cobain blew out his brains, did he blame it?
And if those snakes in the industry helped him aim it
Started pressing up records before the bullet left the chamber
I fight evil, everyday I’m livin’
Rest in peace to men, women and the children
And middle fingers to the Pilgrims that killed ‘em
Friend of the People, happy Thanksgiving]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Lupe_Back/lyrics/Lupe_Fiasco Sat, 04 Feb 2012 20:02:44 I said think about your future
You can’t do that tomorrow
But you don’t hear a word, you see that SLR

(Lupe Fiasco)
O’ ye tormented souls
My goal is to sit on the globe like North Poles
And that’s the top mane; goin’ hammer like a glock can
All flowing grammar; no shots strayin’
I’m so sober when I speak
I call it catchin’ bullets with my teeth
You can feel it in your chest
Like Bruce Lee jumpin’ on your vest
But I can’t feel yours through my Superman “S”
Yes, I’m Superman’d-out
Red Cartier look like Superman’s house
Inshallah to my plan hope it super pans out
My life is like Italians doin’ 100 miles
And the top open like the roofer ran outta tiles
Walk right into Felipe’s when I ran outta Chow’s
Next up is crustaceans and fast food halals
The beef is all the same, it’s just how they kill the cows
Somebody tell Malcom X that I’m tryna steal his style
And tell Cornell West that I’m tryna steal his fro
Go back in time, take the slaves plows, shovels, and they hoes
The masters get the “It Was Written” intro
SLR 10-4
SLR 10-4
Soundtrakk let the beat go
Soundtrakk let the beat roll

(Hook)
In this World I’m so alone
In a category all on my own
Cause I tell the World what I want to
Yeah I tell the World what I want to

Man I feel so alone
They treat me like an Outcast
Cause I tell the world what I want to
But you can’t tell me what you gon’ do

(Verse 2)
‘Cause n-gga I don’t believe that
Like 9/11 came from Iraq
Mayweather on the speed bag
Automatic weapons keep the same rhythm he has
That’s how the hood sound
Grew up in the hood town
West side ghetto, Windy City Cook Count’
Black skies lookin’ up, crack pipes lookin’ down
Accused of not lookin’ back, blind n-gga look around
City on my back, so the CHI go everywhere I’m at
Presence so shiny, Mercedes so matte
Cop that from Platinum, the color of my plaque
I memorize colors off of Yo! MTV Raps
A nightmare walkin’ in a psychopath’s nap
Defeat your purpose like a weed stash in the rehab
Guess who’s sneakin’ in the weed bags
They be me with my mean ass
Not tryna be anything but free as
Flow is so nuts, the track is getting’ teabagged
Just wanna rap nice, that ain’t me tagged
If you wanna be mean, then you wanna be me bad
Call it bein’ Pretty Lyrically Swag
Soulja call it Super Lupe Lyrical
You can’t understand me nor mimic my miracles
All I see is me and Im a mother lovin’ mirror full
Bein’ dope is all in the muscle
It’s more than just a pause and a chuckle
I bench press elephants, and bowlin’ ball juggle
So dont be scared to take the Super Lu route
Top 5 alive and I only got 2 out!
School ya on your history, I tell ya what you ’bout
Fight for all the right things and let the Huey New out
Pharrell what these n-ggas talkin’ bout?
Two man Big Pun, a one man Slaughterhouse
A two album Jay-Z, a one n-gga Wu-Tang
Young and hungry Mos Def, a conscious rappin’ Lil Wayne
I don’t care for similarities
Cause I’m a pioneer, not a parody
These aint bars, this is barbarity
SLR… Clarity

(Hook)
In this world I’m so alone
In a category all on my own
‘Cause I tell the world what I want to
Yeah I tell the world what I want to

Man I feel so alone
They treat me like an Outcast
Cause I tell the world what I want to
But you can’t tell me what you gon’ do

(Verse 3)
Holy shock and awe, cattle prods
All up in the action with a fraction of the catalog
of my peers, I ain’t doin’ numbers like Amazon
but I’m here, and I’m revered
Lyric boy, Based King, Master Chef, All City Chess moves makin’ Donnie Diggy CRS fool
Carrera Era, pan Amera, F-Tool, Emperor, Free Chilly n-gga, FNF Rules
‘Ye, what these n-ggas talkin’ bout?
A Jesus in the desert walkin’, Dundee walkabout
A self imposed exile, learn to let the awesome out
Even if I was homeless I would still have an awesome house
Cause the World is mine, Lupe to the rescue, the World is fine
Words and lines of mine, I feel are better than every rapper in the World combined!
And that’s how you do it
Everything flow, everything fluid
Stupid with the raps, but the raps never stupid
Trakk on the music, SLR ruthless
And the next whip is that Ferrari cart
Game over – body parts

(Hook)
In this world I’m so alone
In a category all on my own
Cause I tell the world what I want to
Yeah I tell the world what I want to

Man I feel so alone
They treat me like an Outcast
Cause I tell the world what I want to
But you can’t tell me what you gon’ do
(End)

As usual drop any corrections in the comments and I’ll update?

In this song Lupe addressed Soulja Boy in his second verse. In a recent interview with XXL magazine Soulja Boy made the following statement about his own lyrical ability.

“I don’t want to be super-Lupe-Fiasco-lyrical and n-ggas don’t know what the f-ck I’m talking about,”

Lupe couldn’t let that slip.]]> http://lyricsbond.com/SLR/lyrics/Lupe_Fiasco Sat, 04 Feb 2012 20:02:44 It’s some fresh new Vans on my fresh new plans
Obama lied to you nigga no you can’t, ha
Change these nuts, shout to Fox news tryin’ ta change me up
Sorry Uncle Rus but I still don’t vote
Cause niggas on the ballot and there’s still no hope
So I’m back in the hood, Inglewood to Inglewood
Doin’ work that the politicians should, good
Blocks do they best tryin’ to break my heart
Tryin’ to make you smile when I make my art
Occupy forever, more intense than park
How does Indius spin in the Benz,if it’s not him it’s NPR, Dianne Reeves, Kai Ryssdal
Any good man
Sorry Bill O’Reilly but I’m so involved
You ask Limbaugh to return my calls

(2nd Verse)
Yeah, Atlantic on the fritz
Cause I might not step foot back in that bitch
You disgust me and Jerry Sandusky
Gracious pedophiles and rapists, in high places
Not to mention slavery and slave ships
Come on Lu, gon’ and keep it out the past
Tell Jerry’s cellmate try and keep it out his ass
What happened to the class? All the low blows
I guess that most of the kids are black from the choke holds
Long as y’all win, niggas still put it in
Yup, hip hop back with a vengeance
Spirit of tough D but a whole lot of entrance
Just inches from the interest
Not to knock nice, but to knock it off the hinges, huh

(Break)
I’m just playin’, I’m just playin’
You know I like y’all
Well, some of y’all
But you know who I’m talking to, I rock with y’all
You know we do it big
Atlantic records First and Fifteenth all day
Yeah, let’s go

(3rd Verse)
Soundclash in Vegas, only dropping those new Cascade hits
Let’s see how crazy the rave gets
Might play my 2Pac favorites
Me and sky back in the Labs
Q came through with beats by the back
Shout to Bassnec, count all that cash
Whatever you do, don’t drop that flash
Watch is still gold, chain is still gold
Feelin’ brand new, Ferrari still old
Got the dreads cause Marley still cold
GTR but my car be real slow
Nah my car be real close
Like the speed of the light when I be on roads
Flow like I be on roids and I be on ten when I be on tour]]> http://lyricsbond.com/SNDCLSH_In_Vegas/lyrics/Lupe_Fiasco Sat, 04 Feb 2012 20:02:44 Cold blooded, chilly skinned
Can’t touch it like your front wheel when it’s Wheely-ing
Wanna see chilly free, like Free Willy friend
Wanted to see free Willy really swim
I’m super cold, my jacket thin
My tuba low like a marching band
That means I’m super deep, you surface skin
I’m the whole thing, you niggas 2%
Put em up on that carton, I think I’m losing ‘em
Bring all those St. Bernards in
Let’s get some booze in them
You know them doggs with them barrels on they neck
And I’mma keep it cool like airholes on a Tec
I be moving birds like the scarecrows on the set
Part dope-ass nigga, an old man winner
Christmas time diamond singing carols on my chest
Step up off the jet
Looking like a Pharoah in the flesh

I’m super cold

I’m super cold, my freezer deep
My cooler closed: air-conditioned seats
I don’t trust them niggas
They conviction weak, they be thawing out
My commitment keeps
12 months, hope that well jumps
Seems like selling souls, is havin’ sells bumps
I be in to win while your sales slump
Your chances getting slim, mine on their 12th brunch
And they smell lunch: Hercules clump
Throw my weight around
Ain’t left the scale once
Always bear in mind: even with your white fur
We still polar opposites: you ice picks to icebergs
I’m colder than Universal Soldier
Angel on my back everywhere I’m at
Niggas don’t believe it just when I lay it down
And when I get back up and see my angel on the ground..

Super cold

Chicken soup for souls, now who could use a bowl?
Don’t be salty now, trying to reduce my snow
Cause I just move em out: Ice Man
Fresh out a mutant’s skull
I ain’t no student though
Black Sean White and he skis, and he skates
And he leaves all types of cold tracks all behind me
And you can follow those if you ever wanna find me
Better dress warm or you’ll end up like the Shining
That boy or that lady with that nigga gone crazy
Pretty damn amazing: I can’t get out
So I’m forced to ride this elevator anywhere it takes me
But when I hit my flow, I’mma open up that door
Won’t be 3 stacks on your cousin, but just that super cold]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Super_Cold/lyrics/Lupe_Fiasco Sat, 04 Feb 2012 20:02:44 (Hook)
This world ends, this world ends
This world ends, this world ends
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now

(1st Verse : Lupe Fiasco)
Uh, she love her people so much
Came to my show just to throw her flag up and
Pray to God that I saw her
Wonder if she saw my scarf for Palestine all on it
Never struggle, Valentine all on it
Put my heart into it
Like Noah’s Ark I’m too into it
Like justice I’m just too influenced not to do this to it
This one dedicated to the soldiers
Throw up peace signs in the face of bulldozers
Never bow down or wrap their body in explosives
As long as your alive, fight your whole lifetime
The Horn of Africa needs you
Callin’ out to all you friends of the people
Be the change that you wanna see
Tell ‘em no change just ain’t what it gonna be

(Hook)
This world ends, this world ends
This world ends, this world ends
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now

(2nd Verse : Lupe Fiasco)
Yeah, the people, united, will never be defeated
And all my people’s smite just forever be repeated
These streets our streets, it’ll never be deleted
No matter how many cops that you send to try and beat it
This is revolution in the making
A ragtag movement set to takeover the nation
Now isn’t that fun?
You just wanna make the world better, isn’t that young?
Well, blessings to the youth then
And don’t stop, until they let the truth in
Once there, never let it leave
And protect it, they’ll catch it and never set it free
And every set is free
Blood sweat and tears, no place I’d rather be
So, let’s occupy Wall Street, all day, all week

(Hook)
This world ends, this world ends
This world ends, this world ends
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now

(3rd Verse : Lupe Fiasco)
So again, I fight evil
This what I gotta do to live my life peaceful?
So be it, outspoken and low key it
My heart big, limousine no Fiat
And you can hear it loud every time God beat it
Love always shines every time I see it
Exactly what they hated is exactly what I needed
And exactly where I started is exactly where I leave it
Cause I ain’t never ever ever change
I say that because I ain’t never felt better mane
Beautiful LASERS as fans, do me a favor, this time I’ll repay ya
Friend of the peeps, free Chill, ask her ?
Holla at me if you see me in the streets
A picture costs a dollar, First and Fifteenth

(Hook)
This world ends, this world ends
This world ends, this world ends
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now]]> http://lyricsbond.com/The_End_Of_The_World/lyrics/Lupe_Fiasco Sat, 04 Feb 2012 20:02:44 Really? This is what you guys been doing?
Searching

(1st Hook)
Before the break there were none
And as it broke there was one
From moon to sun, it goes on and on
The winter battle was won, the summer children were born
And so the story goes on and on
Come on woman in your left beats
Those in bed with the house keys
So fair weather feels heartbreak from here to eternity
Come on woman in your wrong time
Far far far from the virgin pine
Rise on now from the dead leaves
Come back to me
Oh, she sings her favorite song
Left to her tears and dreams, it goes on

(1st Verse)
Standing in line for the new one
Not the black, but the blue one
And I don’t even know what it do, son
Steve Jobs said that it’s too fun
Fun in a bun is what I need
It’s cold out here, put my arms in the sleeves
I’ll probably lose my place if I leave
But I really need to pee
If I do it right here they’ll see
Makes you wonder, how do snipers
Marathon bikers
Next time: diapers
They say it has all new features
Faster processors and much better speakers
Great for kids, a necessity for teachers
For work or home, a revolutionary way of being alone
I mean, should we really get a loan?
Hey what’s the matter, just tell it to your phone
Cupertino heart with Chinese parts
Built by the poor, but designed by the smart
They open the door so you go
On your mark, get ready, set, buy
Imagine a world where everything starts with an I
But it still ends with a die
Probably got an app for that, you could try
Brother iClouds, right into the great WiFi
Siri, can iGod really hear me?
Does not compute, can you repeat more clearly?
Woaaaaah

(2nd Hook)
A vessel in the bloodline
A thirteenth Zodiac sign
A stitch in time, it goes on and on

Come on woman in your wrong time
Far far far from the virgin pine
Rise on now from the dead leaves
Come back to me
Oh, she sings her favorite song
Left to her tears and dreams, it goes on

(2nd Verse)
Standing in line for some new ones
Had a bunch of blessings but I blew them
Asked Google how to use them
Sent me to a section about used guns
New runs, nuns’ll scream, moms with jeans
Match their teens’ jeans and genies who try to chew gum
Aw man, it’s so confusing
Confusion in the bun is what I have
Good thing that God accepts cash
Maybe buy my way out his wrath
Sceptically, why am I way off this path?
Atheism’s cheaper, and accepts Visa
My thoughts is in queing up for sneakers
Won’t discriminate, getting all eight
In every color that they make
Beaverton hearts with Chinese parts
Built by the poor and designed by the smart
On your mark, get set, cop em!
Imagine a life that revolves around shopping
Conspicuous consumption
That means it serves no other function
But to show off to someone
Others, who only try to show off to you look at your fellow loyal customers
Isn’t harmony great?
Look at all these friends that marketing makes
How many fries can these arteries take?
I’ll give McDonald’s a little help here
I think they should expand into health care
And then you’ll have all ends covered
Even make caskets, have it all umbrella’d
Can you make a corporation fear me?
“Couldn’t hear your order, can you speak less clearly?”

(3rd Hook)
That witch was burning the ground
Will someday come back around
From dust from to dust it goes on and on

Before daybreak there were none
And as it broke there was one
And still the story goes on and on]]> http://lyricsbond.com/WWJD_He_had_Prolly_LOL_Like_WTF/lyrics/Lupe_Fiasco Sat, 04 Feb 2012 20:02:44 Album Glassheart by Leona Lewis http://lyricsbond.com/Glassheart-lyrics-Leona_Lewis http://downloadsongslyrics.com/images/artist/thumb/Glassheart16552.jpg http://lyricsbond.com/Glassheart-lyrics-Leona_Lewis Mon, 26 Mar 2012 00:00:00 I'll pick you up when you're down Be there when no one's around When you're in unfamiliar places Count on me through life's changes
I'm in tune with how you feel Everything bout this is real When you're in unfamiliar places Count on me through life's changes
You're all I want, yeah yeah I know you're the one, yeah You're all I want, yeah I know you're the one, yeah
Crash into me At full speed Crash into me We can collide, we can collide
Crash into me At full speed We can collide, we can collide We can collide, we can collide
Crash into me
We can collide, we can collide We can collide, we can collide
When you're in unfamiliar places Count on me through life's changes
Know that you're never alone In me you can find a home When you're in unfamiliar places Count on me through life's changes
You're all I want, yeah (yeah) You're all I want (oh), yeah (yeah yeah) You're all I want, yeah (you are the one) I know you're the one, yeah (you are)
Crash into me At full speed We can collide, we can collide We can collide, we can collide
Crash into me We can collide, we can collide We can collide, we can collide
We can collide, we can collide We can collide, we can collide
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