Lupe Fiasco – Lupe the Gorilla scritto da admin 19 Gennaio 2016 Unh! I bring you murder in the first And even as we speak we gettin further in this verse With no further adieu I do what I respect Doom got me stripes like Hamburgler for my work Ask Lupe the killa, killa, killa, killa Mercy, he’s a mess! So immersed in his murk He’s two thirds submerged below the surface where they surf This is where I lay it down like a bird givin birth So call me Lu the giant’s goose or just, Faberge paint Til I’m called back to the shore by the watchers of the bay I wait, til I come back like a tsunami Never microwave like the watchers of the weight I’m wrapped in aluminum foil, I do my dirt like Kwame Until that same soil bein pushed into my grave But I’m so ahead of my time, the next day Might strike oil while I delay, homie I’m so crude Texas T, haters is so screwed But I can’t fill it like a flathead in a Philips Don’t get it twisted, nigga I’m no tool More cool than a pool in a blizzard With ice cubes in it during Christmas Meanin there’s no school, in the misfit Like I’m throwin a fit Or I just can’t fit it, tidbit too big It’s gotta hem it til it’s fresh to death Dressed to kill it, like unh! Unh! 187 on my second, I reckon This is an assault with a deadly session A soft peace and blessins to the sentence that be reppin All across in every direction, locality, and section That know Lupe the killa, killa, killa, killa Give it how I live it most niggaz won’t believe Or achieve how I did it most niggaz won’t recieve Til I leave and I bereave the secrets of my sickness How I, flooded the streets like Venice I’ve suffered, demanded, withstanded, pimp handed and hustlin I’m Colonel Mustard with the speech They ain’t catchin me, no suspicions of stickin No convictions on my rap sheet I’m so committin lay my murder game, that’s sweet Speakeasy like Prohibition, no emission If you ain’t knockin like me to the underground bar, buryin a toast Dodgin the raid like roach, nigga please Unh! I make it give up the ghost On the trifecta, the third, I differ Nigga, you ain’t heard? My lecture like Lector Letcha in on a secret, but you can’t leak it Lupe’s the killa, killa, killa, killa Since my entrance, my niggaz had packs They moved ‘em to a trap like Winston Far from bustas, baby nah All my homies henchmen I was the rhymer, my talk went through the walls like Slimer Or like, eatin vagina Or, a stray bullet, whichever ways I put it Crooks was hooked like crooks through neighborhoods I pushed it Little Caesar niggaz pizzas was like book it Delivery mean like Leroy Green They couldn’t take it to the places I took it Beware, you don’t look it You ain’t dressed for this affair I’m hooded in the bushes like unh!