Lupe Fiasco - ITAL (Roses) Lyrics
[Intro]Black panther, black panther, what do you see?I see a dream ITAL watching over meBack niggaYeah, hey, can we get a little breakFrom the cocaine and the kilosAiight nigga, we knowAiight nigga, we knowCan we get a break from the strippers on the p-oleAiight nigga, we knowOkay nigga, we know[Verse 1]Hey shawty, ain’t no future in no gang-bangAnd ain’t no manhood in no bang-bangAin’t no honor cleanin’ interstates inside a chain-gangKnow some rap niggas put that shit inside your mainframePills make you stupid and liquor do the same thing'Raris too expensive and they way too hard to maintainGet yourself a Camry, "nigga said a Camry?"Watch that ho depreciate and then you’ll understand meIt’s called being fiscally responsibleDon’t let these lying images up in hip-hop here conquer youThe TV’s not your father fool, that video’s not your mommaTry your best to be a man and your worst to be a monster[Hook]May we have some roses for the ladiesA little appreciation for the gentlemenAnd here’s some kisses for the babiesSome peace and inity for the whole wide-wide-wide worldMore patience to the youth then, sympathy for the poorEmpathy for the old, more justice for the downpressedTreat no liar ITAL, Ai-yaa![Verse 2]I know you’re sayin’, “Lupe rappin’ ‘bout the same shit”Well, that’s ‘cause ain’t shit changed, *****And please don’t excuse my languageCause I would hate for you to misrepresentThe true expression of my anguishAnd by this far I ain’t shocked, upset, or appalledI’m ashamed, *****I can’t listen if you ain’t sayin’ shitAnd recognize all this emptiness is dangerousAin’t buildin’ up they confidence, we teachin’ ‘em that they ain’t shitIf they ain’t got the latest that they saw on someone famousMercy of the Lord on this double-edged swordInstead of askin’ where the hoes isMaybe maybe we could ask for rosesx2[Verse 3]Called the president a terroristCorporate sponsors like, how the ***** you gon’ embarrass us?Ain’t my fault, I was just repeatin’ thisProfessor Emeritus from AmericaBut my tone was like an Afghani kid without a homeBlew that ***** up with a droneAn Iraqi with no daddy, Palestinian throwing stonesThe ***** you think they call him, I’mma leave that all aloneCause this, the focus on this new shit is that hopelessPlace that I was born into systematic brokenessTook that downpression and developed it to dopenessIt’s that great American rap-rap ferocious[Hook]
