Lupe Fiasco - B.M.F 'Building Minds Faster' lyrics

rate me

I think I'm Malcolm X, Martin Luther

Add a King, add a Junior

Some Bible verses, a couple sunnahs

An AK-47, that's a revolution

Then, think I'm Tupac, Bob Marley

Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey

Them the real ones, light a lighter for 'em

Let you know, that I'm ridin' for 'em

Gon' git me some, a little mo' beat

Call your friends around, then call the police

I'm ridin' wit my flow, it take up fo' seats

So I'm gon' ghost ride, but with no sheets

One man by myself, even then I'm four deep

Like hotel swimming pools, that's four feet

These n-ggas like the rooms, so suite

Priceline, so cheap

I'm a cell phone, they some room keys

I'm some shell toes, they the shoestrings

I turn 'em off (I turn 'em off)

I take 'em out (I take 'em out)

I'm Reverend Run, with the laces out

My Adidas, so adios

All day I dream, like I'm comatose

That's your ship sinking, and I'm so afloat

I'm T-Pain, I'm on a boat

Not the slave one, the Caprios either

Here the waves come, they started in the bleachers

So I'm swag surfin', the pool's gettin' deeper

You still sweet, though, here come them roomkeepers

Okay, I be the strings, you be the shoes

But guess what? Now they Jimmy Choos

I wear the pants, you in the Poohs

Yo' shit meows, my shit awoooooos

I got a fifth floor, call me Brother Man

Africa the set, yeah, that's the Motherland

For that BP, I she'd fifty tears

In Nigeria that oil been spillin' for like fifty years

"Fifty years? Hell naw!"

Hell yeah! I'm tryna tell y'all

At this rate, n-ggas 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 more?

That's the realest shit, yeah, you gon' feel that

Hunger's your enemy, but you can't kill that

N-gga, wake up, don't join the Army

Kill your own peoples, but fear Illuminatis

And they ain't even real, or are they?

But you wouldn't even know, because you partay

Too fucking much, if you start to doubt

They already in your mind, and comin' out yo' mouth

It's not a trick, n-gga, it's a trap

Survival of the fit, is what they aimin' at

And n-ggas ain't fit (nope), fat as hell (yep)

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 stop that?

Don't think you safe though, because you not black

Greed is colorblind, so I'm colorblind

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 n-ggas sittin' in jail

Where you think I'm from? From the streets, n-gga

Triple OGs, told me to teach, n-gga

And that ain't made up, that's a fact

They say that gangsta shit, is the shit I rap

Look who I attract, look at my inner circle

Buncha street n-ggas, and a couple Urkels

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 movin' slow

They talkin' revolution, on public radio

They catch down in Houston, sittin' on them 84s

Trae, what's up? AVN

Got your back, n-gga, sink or swim

Free Chilly Chill, shake off yo' masters

Pray to God, build your mind faster

I think I'm Malcolm X, Martin Luther

Add a King, add a Junior

Couple Bible verses, a couple sunnahs

AK-47, that's a revolution

I think I'm Tupac, Bob Marley

Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey

Them the real ones, light a lighter for 'em

Let you know, that I'm ridin' for 'em

FNF up!

Lasers!