Bmf Lyrics - Singles - Lupe Fiasco

[Lupe: Talking] 

Uh huh, Friend of the People!! 

Yeahh, I mean c'mon. What the FUCK do I gotta do? 

This one for the fans here Jack. 

[Lupe: Chorus] 

I think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther 

Add a King, add a Junior 

Some bible verses, couple sunnas 

An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (nigga) 

Think I'm Tupac, Bob Marley 

Fela Kuit, Marcus Garvey 

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[Lupe: Verse 1] 

Them the real ones, light a lighter for em 

Letcha know, that I'm ridin' for em 

Gon' gimme some, a lil more beat 

Call yo friends around, then call the police! 

Im ridin' wit my flow, it take up four seats 

So I'm gon ghost ride, but with no sheets 

One man by myself, even then I'm 4 deep 

Like hotel swimming pools, that's 4 feet 

These niggas like the rooms, so suite(sweet) 

Priceline! so cheaaap 

Im the cell phone, they some room keys 

Im some shell toes, they some shoe strings 

I turn em off, i take em out 

Im reverand run, with the laces out 

Adidas, so adios 

All day i dream, like im comatose 

Thats your ship sinking, and im so afloat 

I'm T-Pain, I'm on a boat!!! 

Not the slave one, decaprios either 

Hear the waves come, they started in the bleachers 

So I'm swag surfin', the pools getting deeper 

You still sweet though, here come them room keepers 

Ok ill be the strings, you be the shoes 

But guess what[what?], now they Jimmy Chu's 

I wear the pants, you in the pools 

Yo shit meows, my shit AWOOOOOOOOO 

I got a fifth flow, call me brother man 

Africa the set, yea that's the motherland 

For that BP, I shed 50 tears 

In Nigeria that oil been spillin' for like 50 years! 

Fifty years! Hell naww, hell yeahhh, tryina tell ya'll 

At this rate, niggas 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 

Yeah thats the realest shit 

You gon' feel dat, hungers yo enemy 

But you can't kill dat! 

Nigga 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 ain't even know, cuz you partay 

too fuckin much, if you start to doubt 

they already in yo mind, and comin' out yo mouth 

Its not a trick, nigga, it's a trap 

Survival of the fit, is what they aiming at 

And niggas aint fit, fat as hell! 

Fat in mind, body fat aswell 

Who use most the drugs? Americans! 

Whats in Afghanistan? heroin! 

You think thats by mistake? They cant stop dat? 

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 to hard, verses overwhelm 

I learned most of this, from niggas sittin' in jail 

Where you think im from? I'm from the streets nigga! 

Triple OGs told me to teach nigga! 

And that aint made up, nope! Thats a fact 

They say that gangsta shit, is the shit i rap 

Look who i attract, look at my inner circle 

Bunch of street niggas, and a couple Erkles 

Look at my fanbase! Oh yess! 

Fuck what Pro say! Look at this protest! 

Where they do that at? Who they do that for? 

Must mean I'm doin' bad, that things is movin' slow 

We talkin' revolution on public radio! 

Then catch me down in Houston, sittin on them 84's 

Trae wassup, ABN, gotcha back nigga, sink or swim 

Free Chilly Chill, shake off yo mastas 

Pray to God; Build yo mind faster 

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[Lupe: Chorus] 

I think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther 

Add a King, add a Junior 

Couple bible verses, and some sooners 

An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (nigga) 

Think I'm Tupac, Bob Marley 

Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey 

Them the real ones, light a lighter for em 

If you ain't know, I'm ridin' for em