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de Lupe Fiasco

Yeah, F-N-F up, Through all the trails and the tribulations
and the storms...yeah! We still here.
You know what i'm saying? [gemini].
Lupe! Fresh from the reigns of the police , this has been
brought to you by genocide, sponsored by crack [we ain't
goin no where].

They couldn't belive how I took charge , and made it
describe how I push hard through the streets. And at the
same time I was pushin the margins so far to the left that
I ended up writin on my desk. Yes I'm from a concrete
jungle, that will make your set look like bush gardens,
test. Who wanna touch the Juan Don, Von Dutch, niggas want
none trust! please believe me I don't give a damn how
gassed up or eager he is. It started won't stop, who don't
want us to blow like bomb squad well fire unguard, its lu-
pe toshe. Couped the gras now put them in the trunk like
the roofs are our cars. Yeah, Rappers is like Sonny when
i'm up in the booths with my bars, a mind full of poisin, a
mouth full of flu and a lung full of SARs, fresh from the
mayonaise jar, prepared to bring you down reach your razor
blades pause

Its only the beginning man, Food and Liquor, F-N-F, up!
But it wasn't easy to crack it [nope], we wasn't fly, had
to get it off the ground pedalin. E.T. was in the basket,
now its sick 1st and 5th bought to come up like the last
bullet in the clip. Click, a few didn't survive, it
triggered something inside that gave me power. Got a grip,
like the floor of the shower, now I hit anything that I set
my sights on, no lights on, silence is my 5th plead the
5th. I don't need a Japanese flag masters, stampede of hip
hop, straight from the hip hop, no matter how the enemy
bosters I'm going to hold us down like the holdsters right
up on my shoulders, clappers why don't cha wait some more.
fire. It ain't safe no more. Punk suckas pull backwards I
pull fastest it's master. I haven't turned into guns like
MegaTron you just brushed upon the upper echelon. gone.

Yeah, You know, Through it all [yeah] , but Pac said, They
won't follow ya if ya points is hallow, so it made vocal
the ad-lib my brain focal the bad kid. Shed light on
troubled youth, fair, act right and new suits , explain all
their groves and roots, but not enough to incriminate just
enough to demonstrate why they confused as youths, why they
bodies are abused and consumed with hoops, bodily accused
and refused the truth. followers, easily subduded by a
flukes, shallowers, a anything the bandwagon hands em. Well
listen to me. Tellin em to listen to me, refuse my rules is
proroquers scoop. I'm finin to take you to my zone, take
you to my home, please remove ya boots. Let the spook you
set by the door, but the who who slept on the floor, that
you stepped over all these years , wakin up, comin back for
yours, Yeah!

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