Lupe Fiasco

Lupe Fiasco - Yoga Flame songtekst

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Uh, meditate

On the floor, fold your legs, resonate

Breathing speed, regulate

Clear my mind till it levitate

Dhalsim, I beat the game,

Level 8, Hella good

Never great cause God is great

So ain't no G.O.A.T.S., ain't no gates

Fences see the rams ram, lambs let, sheep's skate

Brace yourself, teeth straight

Fix your face for Pete's sake

Birthday wordplay, piece of cake

Four-door flow with seats for eight

Ororo Munroe/my roll make it rain

Not with bills, I make it change

Take that cool shit, make it lame

Take that nerd shit, make it bang

Yeah, you heard us make it bang

Yeah, you heard me make it bang

Melt the change and make a ring

Take that ring and make a bracelet

Take that bracelet make a chain

Look how far my necklace hang

Connect that chain up to a crane

Pull the game up by the brains

Could not move it just with brains

So I had to use some bling

Shouts to Drizzy, shout to Wayne

Yeezy, Jeezy, Ricky, Fifty, Raekwon, Loso, Gucci Mane

I'm not going to drop my name

Sneak that message to the masses, you can call me Chocolate Rain

You might think my wallet drained

Look how far my pockets hang

That's cause I got pocket change

My net worth is basketball

They net worth is soccer games

Tell them niggas stop it man

But they cannot stop it man

So, they forced to watch it drain

They be looking so blue like water when I wash my jeans

King without the whoppers and, King without the pauper

and King and I ain't got no drains

Bruce Lee, dishwasher

Cleaning out your pots and pans

These niggas ain't got no stain

Power once I hit them with the powder

Then throw them in the shower

These nigga slower than some dial-up

I be on my broadband

These niggas still downloading

Lu finished, you still up on YouSendIt, uShare, zShare

How long you going to be there?

Damn

FinallyFast.com for you fam

Information super highway

These niggas ain't got no lane

But you can ride my shoulder

Like they pulled you over

I sit in the driver's seat

You sit on the sofa

I am Patrick Swayze

You are Whoopi Goldberg

Cause he was a beast and the way that he controlled her

Rest in peace to Patrick

Rest in Peace to Stacks, kid

Rest in Peace to Rap, no, rest in peace to wackness

Yeah, nigga, I whacked it

Baby boy with the glasses

Tears like a black rap Zach Galifianakis

Hangover, game over, nigga that's it
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