Body of Work feat. Troi & Terrace Martin (Tetsuo & Youth)
[Pre-Hook: Troi] Your eyes are full of [?] just don't try to put them back together (Try to put them back together) And I'll just bite my tongue so wear it like a scarlet letter (Wear it like a scarlet ladder)
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Quiet in the court for the courtship Marriage of the dork and the gorgeous Took her from the king of the corpses He [?] off the wall of the fort with the horses This is foretold, bojangles was tapping in morse code At least to the mad man genius, tap top secrets and more gold From the guts of the mother, [?] should move her undercover With a $3,000 son she just want a lover And somebody else to un-drug her Take her off the grill, she done Pills celebrating, "we won" In the system of the women, never knew he had it in him This condition when the world that they make him become Cocaine and new high tech way smuggle whole things From the control range that make radio heads with gold brains Depart headed for Jags on gold chains Developing niggas from a whole name God is great, but it's snakes on my soul plane
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[Hook: Troi] Anatomy (skin), will be the death of me Anatomy (skin), that's just my anatomy Anatomy (skin), will be the death of me
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] (Tell me what to do) Limo to the limit, fill it till the brim get in it You can't get it, if you gotta ask In that case I want two masks Bottom class, dollar cast Poppin' tags, droppin' trash in shopping bags Till Hakeem take our pocket cash (Am I beautiful?) Write it in lights, molly in the body of Christ Drop me to the lobby from heights Then over the threshold to redeem the doorway Fourteen broads like the king of Norway Fourteen broads having dreams of foreplay Fourteen arm Shiva If the government get it I'm a fool
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[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] Sanskrit dance on the page of the dead book Don't leave the restroom with the left foot Flags of Tibet, to bet, to bed, to death, flesh Release the leash on a fast car Feed on the keys, fall asleep in a Jaguar The tip of thy sword is white Am I night, am I black, am I light? Have I been this? Realize my begin when I find where my end this Oedipus wrecks, mother fucker this better than sex Material potion the love of my martyr Currency soaked in the blood of my father (Will you cry for me?) Sky burial, at the wind carry your, father That I could An anatomy, not of me, kntting me to it, nodding me to it Eyes of the eye and others, watching me do it Adapt in each rubik [?] imply in tone Lots of bones, scolds to the top of the tone Skim through it is just skin to it You're so thin you see the sin through it