Lupe Fiasco
Lupe Fiasco - B.m.f 'building Minds Faster' lyrics
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[Lupe Fiasco - Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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! [End]