Lupe Fiasco - Mean & Vicious lyrics

rate me

Uuhhh

He's meannnnnn

And vicious

I can't believe he's that rude

To those stories those rhymes that jew

Then he put 'em on the floor like cat food (meow)

And put 'em on the track like glue

Then put 'em on your head like hat

Hey back to you Lu black power

I'm just running with a barrel full of black powder

With a hole in it hole in it wheezin deep, breathing

Running from the fire on the trail I keep leaving

I can't shake it I swear it's heat seeking

I keep seeking somewhere to hide from it I can die from it

But it keep keeping up just when I think that I've done it

It keep sneakin up

Ohh leaking barrel of black powder how that flame keep reaching us

Just one of the long rended extended metaphors a lose

This time I use an example of a fuse

To demonstrate how I can't lose

I would put it down but I can't due to the glue

That I use the fuse everything together

Well I spill some on my hands

And God Damn I might have to carry this forever

Well I'm crazy to the game till they bury me insane

There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago

Liked his hat to the left side

Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang

Doing his thanngg doin his thang

There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago

Liked his hat to the left side

Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang (uuhh) like

Doing his thanngg (yeah) doin his thang

Truthfully I have trouble with second verses

Cause the first one be so intimidating

It'd be bullying and picking on it instigating

Pointing out all the second ones limitations

Like you ain't nothing but an imitation

Like bits of bacon then it gets the chorus

And the beat to together then they gang up on him and get to hating

But then around the 8th bar he tired

So they conspire and comiserating then he find his inspiration

To spar he takes a few seconds of judo lessons

Gets back on beat then punches the guitar

They stand in awe like when did you write that

They even right black

First verse already happened

So he don't have a chance to fight back

I like that

Abagnale Junior check me

You gonna respect me

A 8 track listen to em feelin himself

Swagger up and a few ad libs to back it up

Let's back it up

I think you've had enough

Give me my mic back

You ain't even write that

Oh it's like that

Track stop pumping till this nigga stop fronting

Yeah yeah now right back