Lupe Fiasco - BMF | Текст песни

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[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
I think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Some bible verses, couple Sunnahs
An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (ni**a)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob Marley
Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Them the real ones, light a lighter for em
Let you know, that I'm ridin' for em
Gon' gimme some, a lil more beat
Call yo friends around, then call the police!
I'm ridin' wit my flow, it take up four seats
So I'm gon ghost ride, but with no sheets
One man by myself, even then I'm 4 deep
Like hotel swimming pools, that's 4 feet
These ni**as like the rooms, so sweet (suite)
Priceline! so cheaaap
I'm the cell phone, they some room keys
I'm some stilettos, they the shoe strings
I turn em off, I take em out
I'm Reverend Run, with the laces out
my Adidas, so adios
All day I dream, like im comatose
That your ship's sinking, and im so afloat
I'm T-Pain, I'm on a boat!!!
Not the slave one, DiCaprio's either
Hear the waves come, they started in the bleachers
So I'm swag surfin', the pool's getting deeper
You still sweet though, there come them room keepers
Ok I'll be the strings, you be the shoes
But guess what [what?], now they Jimmy Choo's
I wear the pants, you in the pools
Yo shit meows, my shit AWOOOOOOOOOHH's
I got a fifth flow, call me brother man
Africa the set, yeah that's the motherland
For that BP, I shed 50 tears
In Nigeria that oil been spillin' for like 50 years!
Fifty years! Hell naww, hell yeahhh, tryna tell ya'll
At this rate, ni**as gon' lose!
Can't search for water, or grow your own food!
Tell me what's gon' happen, when them stores close
And ain't gon open up, no mo'
That's the realest shit
Yeah, you gon' feel dat, hungers yo enemy
But you can't kill dat!
Ni**a wake up, don't join the army
Kill your own peoples, but fear Illuminati's
and they ain't even real, or are they?
But you ain't even know, because you partake
too fucking much, if you start to doubt
they already in yo mind, and comin' out yo mouth
It's not a trick, ni**a, ni*a it's a trap
Survival of the fit, is what they aiming at
And ni**as ain't fit [nope], fat as hell! [yup]
Fat in mind [yup], body fat aswell
Who use most the drugs? Americans!
What's in Afghanistan? Heroin!
You think that's by mistake? They can't stop dat?
Don't think you safe though, because you not black
Greed is colourblind, so I'm colourblind
They gon' fuck with yours soon as they done with mine
They say I try too hard, verses overwhelm
I learned most of this, from ni**as sittin in jail
Where you think im from? I'm from the streets ni**a!
Triple OG's told me to teach ni**a!
And that ain't made up, nope, that's a fact.
They say that gangsta shit, is the shit I rap
Look who I attract, look at my inner circle
Bunch of street ni**as, and a couple Urkles
Look at my fanbase! Oh yes!
Fuck what Pro say! Look at this protest!
Where they do that at? Who they do that for?
Must mean I'm doin' bad, that things is movin' slow [Noo]
We talkin' revolution on public radio!
Then catch me down in Houston, sittin' on them 84's
Trae wassup, ABN, gotcha back ni**a, sink or swim
Free Chilly Chill, shake off yo mastas
Pray to God; Build Your Mind Faster

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
I think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Couple bible verses, and some Sunnahs
An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (ni**a)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob Marley
Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey
Them the real ones, light a lighter for em
If you ain't know, I'm ridin' for em

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