Lupe Fiasco - Of Lyrics
[Verse]Young peerer over DillaBehind the mic like the wheel of a vehicular killerThe threading, put it together like a three minutes to weddingIn less than three minutes of meddling, over melody and grand piano peddlingsI do represent the mind like IQs, intelligent signs in our kinds of haikuCobra Kai turn high top fade to Caillou, who inspect a man stance and fight the kaijuWay beyond a hundred kicks, breaking bottom bricks and he on number sixThis is that “there should be a name for it”Hideo should go and make a game for itMama should make you change for itKinda rap that sends jaguars running back into the rain forestPlans over panic, when Superman scans deadpan over planetsMake the fat man hand over the ham jam and lamb and Spam sandwichA face black eyes and hand-to-hand damageMake ‘em believe you can manage to have swam the span, famIt's Sesame the bird big, and the master plan mammothYeah!(Pharaoh)
