Lupe Fiasco - BMF (Building Minds Faster!) | Текст песни

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uh-huh
friend of the people (you see this here?)
(yeaaah) i mean, like, i fight evil
(i mean come) you aint know man
(the fuck, do i gotta do?) this one for the fans here jack

ya, i think i'm malcom x, martin luther
add a king, add a junior
some bible versus, couple sooners
an aka-47 thats a revolution (nigga)
think i'm 2pac, bob marley, fela kuti, marcus garvey
them the real ones, lotta (??)
letchya know, man i'm ridin for em

gon' get me some, a lil mo'beat
call your friends around, then call the police
i'm ridin with my flow, take up 4-seats
so i'm gon' ghost-ride, but with no sheets
one man by myself, even then i'm 4 deep
like hotel swimmin pools, thats 4 feet
these niggas like the rooms, so sweet (suite)
price-line, so cheap
imma cell phone, they some room keys,
i'm some shell toes, they the shoe strings
i turn em off (turn em off), i take em out (i take em out)
i'm revrund run, with the laces (lasers) out
my a-di-das, so adios, "all day i dream", like i'm comatose
that your ship sinkin, and i'm so flow
I'm t-payne, i'm on a boat!
not the slave one, the caprioles either
if the waves come, they started in the bleacher
so i'm swag surfin, the pool's gettin deeper
you still sweet though, here come them room keepers
okay i be the strings, you be the shoes
but guess what (what?), now they jimmy-choos (oh!)
i wear the pants, you (in the booths?)
you shit meows, my shit AH-OOHS!
i got a 5th flow, call me brother-man
africa the sick, ya that's the mother land
for that BP, i shed 50 tears
in nigeria they oil been spillin for like 50 years,
50 years! hell naw, hell yeah!, tryin to tell yall
at this rate, niggas gon' lose
can't search for water, grow your own food
tell me whats gon' happen, when them stores close
they aint gon' open up, no mo'
that's the realest shit, and you gon' feel that
hunger's your enemy, but you can't kill that
nigga wake up! don't join the army
kill your own peoples, for fear of illuminatis
and they aint even real, or are they?
but you wouldn't even know, because you par-tay
too fuckin much, if you start to doubt
they already in your mind, and comin' out yo mouth
it's not a trick (nigga!) nigga it's a trap
survival of the fit, is at what they aimin at
and niggas aint fit (nope!) fat as hell
fat in mind (yep!), body fat as well
who use most the drugs, americans
what's in Afghanistan? Heroin
you think that's by mistake? they can't stop that
don't think you safe though, because you not black
greed is color blind, so i'm color blind
they gon' fuck with yours soon as they done with mine
they say i try too hard (hard), verses overwhelm
i learn most of this, from niggas sittin in jail
where you think i'm from, from the streets nigga
triple-0 g's (OGs) told me to teach nigga
and that aint made up (nope!) that's a fact (ya!)
they say that gangsta shit, is the shit i rap
look who i attract, look at my inner-circle
bunch of street niggas, and a couple Urkles
look at my fan base, oh yes!
fuck what Pro say, look at this protest
where they do that at (huh?) who they do that for (who?)
must mean i'm doin bad, and things is moving slow (no!)
we talkin revolution, on public radio
they catch me down in houston, sitten on the 84s
Trey whatsup? ABN
gotchya back nigga, sink or swim
free chilly chill, shake off yo masters
pray to God, build your mind faster

ya, i think i'm malcom x, martin luther
add a king, add a junior
some bible versus, couple sooners
an aka-47 thats a revolution (nigga)
think i'm 2pac, bob marley, fela kuti, marcus garvey
them the real ones, lotta (??)
they know i'm ridin for em


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