Lupe Fiasco - Mean And Vicious lyrics

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He's meannnnnn

and vicious

I cant believe hes that rude

To those stories those rhymes that jew

Then he put 'em on the floor like cat food

And put 'em on the track like glue

Then put 'em on your head like hat

Hey back to you lou black power

Im just running with a barrel full of black powder

Wita hole in it hole in it wheezin deep, breathin

Running from the fire on the trail i keep leavin

I cant shake it i swear its heat seekin

I keep seekin somewhere to hide from it i can die from it

But it keep keepin up just when i think that ive done it

It keep sneakin up

Ohh leakin barrel of black powder how that flame keep reachin us

Just one of the long rended extended metaphors alose

This time I use an example of a fuse

to demonstrate how i cant lose

I would put it down but i cant 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 im crazy to the game till they bury me insane

Chorus:

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 thangg 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 like

doing his thangg doin his thang

Truthfully I have trouble with second versus

Cuz the first one be so intimidating

It'd be bullyin' and pickin on it instigatin

pointin out all the second ones limitations

like you aint nothing but an imitation

like bits of bakin then it gets the chorus

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

but then around the 8th bar he tired

so they conspire and comiseratin then he fin' 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' have a chance to fight back

i like that

Abagnale Junior check me

you gon respect me

a 8 track listen to em feelin himself

swagger up and a few ad libs to back it up

lets back it up

i think youve had enough

give me my mic back

you aint even write that

oh its like that?

track stop pumpin till this nigga stop frontin

yeah yeah now right back

Chorus:

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 thangg 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 like

doing his thangg doin his thang

Oh my god

my perils in my odds

I aint really here what you hear is a mirage

This aint the delivery baby this is just Lamaze

The ice cream and pickles tickle and a massage

The king author of the knight eldibage

the camafouge water in the distance

loggin a camel to get there wit the quickness

mean and vicious

grinch who stole christmas and hid it in the garage

there was a collage a barrage that brought all things to help this thing start

jump jump, my battery charge

im bout my green like string beans and beings from mars

its a mean thing to be seen with ours

got that f&f homie im a young lil thriller

i will resurrect homie come back for my killa

in some disheveled apparel with that same leakin' barrel insane

Chorus:

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 thangg 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 like

doing his thangg doin his thang

its meaaannnnnn

and vicious

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