Lupe Fiasco - Of lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Young peerer over Dilla

Behind the mic like the will of a vehicular killer

The threadin, put it together like a three minutes to weddin

In less than three minutes of meddlin, over melody and grand pian peddlings

I do represent the mind like IQ-s, intelligent signs in our kind’s a haiku (Pharaoh)

Cobra kai turn high top fade to Caillou, who inspect a man stance and fight the kaiju

Way beyond a hundred kicks, breakin bottom bricks and he on number 6

This is that “there should be a name for it”

Hideo should go and make a game for it

Mamma should make you change for it

Kinda rap that sends jaguars runnin back into the rain forest

Plans over panic, when Superman scans deadpan over planets

Make the fat man hand over the ham jam and lamb and Spam sandwich

A face black eyes and hand-to-hand damage

Make them believe you can manage to have swam the span famine

Sesame the bird big, and the master plan mammoth

The difference, the difference

(Pharaoh)