Lupe Fiasco - Mural lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

We’re all chemicals, vitamins & minerals

Vicodin wit inner tubes, wrapped around the arm

To see the vein like a chicken on the barn

Top Cat chat, let's begin anotha yarn

That's flyin' saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'

But roosters don't fly like boosters don't buy

So what powers cowards to get them to the top?

Just to fall asleep listenin' to Bach

The ribbon in the sky is the ribbon that I drop

Dribblin' the eye across the prism of a clock

That lacks meanin', but racks up stacks of fat readin'

They catch chief & wrapped up plants from trap dealings

(Verse 2)

Now what's a coffin wit a scratched ceilin'

And what's the talkin' witout the match feelin'

As buried livin' & cherry pickin'

Erry linen from yo berry system

Then proceed wit the pack feeding

When I was young I had visions of anotha world

Sneakin' looks at the porn stash of my brotha HuRl

Incense smoke made vortices & otha curls

Castin' calls from porn films & add space fo' rubber girls

I like my pancakes cut in swirls, Moroccan moles & undercova squirrels

I like cartoons, souther cities wit large moons

Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers & art booms

Apologise fo' my weird mix, what taste like hot dogs & tear drips

And looks like pantomime & clear bricks

And smells like shotguns & deer piss

They on their hunt, kinda salty that I'm goin' hard

First part of a party, that I throw in parts

One minute ya playin' pool, the next minute ya throwin' darts

But that's how ya do wit a party that ya throw in bars

I run the Gambit like I'm throwin' cards

From popular mechanics to ovadosin' hearts

Paint cold pictures like Nova Scotia landscapes

Nerd game make Mandelbrot sets when we handshake

A word game back up plan that can dam lakes

Backup the word play playin' at the man's states

Mean I can still be the man if the dam breaks

And when the man brakes I'm reflectious, what they can't face

My peers will still treat the mirror, like it's a fan base

The unfettered veteran, the eagle feathered man of medicine

That hovers above cities like weather men & maybe weather woman

Whateva betta to tell ya weatha comin'

I prefer girls to reign all ova the world

(Verse 3)

And not rain like, rain man or like rain dance

Or rain like a slight chance of rain when it's rainin'

Or rein like deer slaves, the Santa Claus slave man

But reign like Queens that reign ova made man

And not Queen like Queen killa, rhapsody bohemian Queen

But Queen like white glove wave hand

And not wave hand like it's a heat wave

So ya make a fan by wavin' yo hand

I'm talkin' wave like ya sayin' hey

Man, & not hay fo' horses & horses like ya almost voiceless

Ya got to treat yo vocal chords like it's a fortress

And treat erry single one of yo words like reinforcements

And especially when you're recordin'

Cuz that's the portion that's important

When I was reportin' that I was poor but now I'm mo' than

It's still hooker heels on my sugar hills & sweet spots

Cryin' shames, make margarita rims from cheap tops

Deep plots in floor, the ceilin' windows fo' my peep pots

A lil scene wit the sickle swings to make the wheat drop

And a hundred words fo' them hummin' birds that like to ease drop

And fan out like peacocks wit a parakeet that beat box

So the sun rise when the beat drops

And the sun dies when the beat stops

Then it unties, then it relocks

Then it relapsed, then it detox

Then heat back like a heat pack

On his knee caps of the weak spot

Cuz he want what we got, like yeah

(Verse 4)

Then forge poetry like a young honory Morrissey

Then spit it to the golden locks thots

Who like their porridge on watery

Not scorchin' nor sorbity

From the steel orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery

Comin' down gorgeously, just like a Stacey Dash waterfall

A mo' torturin', a water boardin' Barbie doll

A river of women like a Brazilian carnival

Swimmin' in feminine bikinis made out of barbasol

Sumebody give them the volleyballs

If ya luv 'er, don't eva send her to Mally Mall's

Homie if she lonely she might end up in Macauly's claws

Comin' out the closet ova goblets down at madri gras

The fame, champagne, walk of shame lobby call

My reposition was black condition of activism

I'm ammunition fo' abolition, missions attackin' systems

But they not afta listens, unless it's droppin' on Activision

Are we apps or are we bodies filled wit apparition?

Operatin' applications, stuck inside an apple prison

Chicken hackin' downloads, updates that lack religion or are we mo'?

(Verse 5)

Then soil paintin', disloyal changin'

His preoccupied wit Boyle & Goyle chasin'

In foilin' of his royal saintings

I sit back & watch the world thru the eye holes in my oil paintings

Ain't nothin' to it but to do it

Unless ya Virgin Mary nothin' do it but the trueth

Believe all that unless ya Jewish

Life is not a dictionary, its a thesaurus

And I feel like a missionary to a clitoris

The water bearer heir of traditions that I swear to neva change

My chair position or conditions of my porridge

Submission fo' sedition against the religion of a chorus

Keep them golden weed thieves out the muthafuckin' forest

(Verse 6)

As I perform a nerve storm, I prefer my pictures in word form

Bury the hatchet like how a bird born

As I paint cold pictures like Kool Aid facin' condensation

And havin' conversations wit flavourful combinations

Slave to my concentration so that's OJ The Juiceman meets OJ wit 2 hands

And 2 gloves, that's 2 snug to judge who was, who drew blood

(Verse 7)

And Lupe look at all these tucans

In a cemetery full of tomahawkes

Givin' middle fingas to the pigeons doin' summersaults

Road runners don't fall off cliffs, they run across

Anomalies by the colonies flukes by the reservoir

Wildin' pursuers end up as poofs on the desert floor

Levitatin' youth so know the truth of where the fountain hides

Bucaraa Roof paintin' tunnels onto the mountain side

1000s parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes

Announcin' now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies

Chocula by the count of five, refrigerator roof full of animals & monsters

Incinerated shoes & the manual fo' contra

Assorted memories from my childhood

Absorbin' energy from the wild woods

Elec-tronic combat Konami sign contract

Chinese char killin' cucarachaz on contact

Chicago spread an aficionado

Efficient spittin' bridgin' divisions is in Chicano

Who’s the Boss? If isn't Alyssa Milano do the cough

Ninja mission into the Congo

Polarize envy of the olda guys, black obi, shinobi hittin' Kenno in the face wit all my throwin' knives

Sub-zero guidin', hidin', ridin' in the pack as well

Sound village, leaf village, wolf spirit, magic spells

Dodgin' rain & catchin' hail

Faces need samurai to catch the L

Special research vessels made fo' catchin' whales

Fillet-a-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered wit extra sails

Rewrite history, liberty needs a betta bell

Maybe how the ions in carbon fibres that neva fail

Smarter science mixed wit odd alliance of fairytale

Or maybe just a metal pail that ya hit wit a steel tools

To announce that you've had enough & droppin' out of seal school

Just like trout jumpin' out they house to let they gills cool

Cuba-scuba couldn't take the temperature of my skill pool

I said it feels cool to kill fools

Slippin' thru the cracks like when ya tryna grill gruel?

Take no Viking water bottle & not followin' pill rules

Will have ya off of the throttle when ya should be modelin' chill mood

Rolla skater maker or are ya just cobblin' wheel shoes

Ova weight taster of kings food that kills crews

Oblivious feather-weight baker who autographed cakes

Wheneva his quill moves ova yo meal ya

Simple as a Buddhist monk in a temple standin'

In sum' heel groove wit the abbot, practicin' stillness

Real still he realizes his realness

Defeat Samsara achieves nirvana & brilliance