Mural Lyrics - Tetsuo & Youth - Lupe Fiasco

Raw chemicals, vitamins and minerals 

Vicodin with inner tubes, wrapped around the arm 

To see the vein like a chicken on the barn 

Top Cat chat, let's begin another yarn 

That's flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm' 

But roosters don't fly like boosters don't buy 

So what powers cowards to get them to the top? 

Just to fall asleep listening to Bach 

The ribbon in the sky is the ribbon that I drop 

Dribbling the eye across the prism of a clock 

That lacks meaning, but racks up stacks of fat reading 

They catch chief and wrapped up plants from trap dealings 

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Now what's a coffin with a scratched ceiling 

And what's the talking without the match feeling 

As buried living and cherry picking 

Every linen from your berry system 

Then proceed with the pack feeding 

When I was young I had visions of another world 

Sneaking looks at the porn stash of my brother HuRl 

Incense smoke made vortices and other curls 

Casting calls from porn films and add space for rubber girls 

I like my pancakes cut in swirls 

Morrocan moles and undercover squirrels 

I like cartoons, souther cities with large moons 

Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers and art booms 

Apologise for my weird mix, what taste like hot dogs and tear drips 

And looks like pantomime and clear bricks 

And smells like shotguns and deer piss 

They on their hunt, kinda salty that I'm going hard 

First part of a party, that I throw in parts 

One minute you playing pool, the next minute you throwing darts 

But that's how you do with a party that you throw in bars 

I run the Gambit like I'm throwing cards 

From popular mechanics to overdosing hearts 

Paint cold pictures like Nova Scotia landscapes 

Nerd game make Mandelbrot sets when we handshake 

A word game back up plan that can dam lakes 

Backup the word play playin' at the man's states 

Mean I can still be the man if the dam breaks 

And when the man brakes I'm reflectious, what they can't face 

My peers will still treat the mirror, like it's a fan base 

The unfettered veteran, the eagle feathered man of medicine 

That hovers above cities like weather men 

And maybe weather woman 

Whatever better to tell ya weather comin' 

I prefer girls to reign all over the world 

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And not rain like, rain man or like rain dance 

Or rain like a slight chance of rain when it's raining 

Or rein like dear slaves, the Santa Claus slave man 

But reign like Queens that reign over made man 

And not Queen like Queen killer 

Rhapsody bohemian Queen 

But Queen like white glove wave hand 

And not wave hand like it's a heat wave 

So you make a fan by waving your hand 

I'm talking wave like you saying "hey" 

Man, and not hay for horses and horses like you almost voiceless 

You gotta treat your vocal chords like it's a fortress 

And treat every single one of your words like reinforcements 

And especially when you're recording 

Cause that's the portion that's important 

When I was reporting that I was poor 

But now I'm more than 

It's still hooker heels on my sugar hills and sweet spots 

Crying shames, make margarita rims from cheap tops 

Deep plots in floor, the ceiling windows for my peep pots 

A little scene with the sickle swings to make the wheat drop 

In a hundred words, but them humming birds like to ease drop 

And fan her like peacocks with a parakeet that beat box 

So the sun rise when the beat drops 

And the sun dies when the beat stops... 

Then it unties, then it relapse, then it detox 

Then heat back like a heat pack 

On his knee caps of the weak spot 

Cause he want what we got, like yeah 

Then forge poetry like a young honory Morrissey 

Then spit it to the golden locks thots 

Who like their porridge on watery 

Not scorching nor sorbity 

From the steel orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery 

Coming down gorgeously, just like a Stacey Dash waterfall 

A more torturing, a water boarding Barbie doll 

A river of women like a Brazilian carnival 

Swimming in feminine bikinis made out of barbasol 

Somebody give them the volleyballs 

If you love her, don't ever send her to Mally Mall's 

Homie if she lonely she might end up in Macauly's claws 

Coming out the closet over goblets down at madri gras 

The fame, champagne, walk of shame lobby call 

My reposition was black condition of activism 

I'm ammunition for abolition, missions attacking systems 

But they not after listens, unless it's dropping on Activision 

Are we app-soul, are we bodies filled with apparition 

Operating applications, stuck inside a apple prison 

Check and hack downloads, updates that lack religion 

Or, are we more? 

Then soil painting, disloyal changing 

His preoccupied with Boyle and Goyle chasing 

In-foiling of his royal saintings 

I sit back and watch the world through the eye holes in my oil paintings 

Uhhh! 

Ain't nothin' to it but to do it 

Unless you Virgin Mary nothin' do it but the trueth 

Believe all that unless you Jewish 

Life is not a dictionary, its a thesaurus 

And I feel like a missionary to a clitoris 

The water bearer heir of traditions that I swear to never change 

My chair position or conditions of my porridge 

Submission for sedition against the religion of a Keep them golden weed thieves out the motherfuckin' forest 

As I perform a nerve storm 

I prefer my pictures in word form 

Bury the hatchet like how a bird born 

As I paint cold pictures like Kool-Aid facing condensation 

And having conversations with flavourful combinations 

Slave to my concentration 

So that's OJ The Juiceman meets OJ with two hands 

And two gloves, that's too snug 

To judge who was, who drew blood 

And, Lupe look at all these tucans 

In a cemetery full of tomahawkes 

Giving middle fingers to the pigeons doing somersaults 

Road runners don't fall off cliffs, they run across 

Anomalies by the colonies flukes by the reservoir 

Wildin' pursuers end up as poofs on the desert floor 

Levitating youth so know the truth of where the fountain hides 

Bucaraa Roof painting tunnels onto the mountain side 

A thousands parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes 

Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies 

Shaka-La by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof full of animals and monsters 

Incinerated shoes and the manual for contra 

Assorted memories from my childhood 

Absorbing energy from the wild woods 

Elec-tronic combat Konami sign contract 

Chinese char killing cucarachas on contact 

Chicago spread an aficionado 

Efficient spitting bridging divisions is in Chicano 

Who's the Boss? 

If isn't Alyssa Milano 

Do the cough 

Ninja mission into the Congo 

Polarize envy of the older guys, black obi, shinobi hittin' Kenno in the face with all my throwin' knives 

Sub-zero guiding, hiding, riding in the pack as well 

Sound village, leaf village, wolf spirit, magic spells 

Dodging rain and catching hail 

Faces need samurai to catch the L 

Special research vessels made for catching whales 

Fillet-a-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered with extra sails 

Rewrite history, liberty needs a better bell 

Maybe how the ions in carbon fibres that never fail 

Smart as science mixed with odd alliance of fairytale 

Or maybe just a metal pale that you hit with a steel tools 

To announce that you've had enough and dropping out of seal school 

Just like trout jumping out they house to let they gills cool 

Cuba-scuba couldn't take the temperature of my skill pool 

I said it feels cool to kill fools 

Slipping through the cracks like when you trying to grill-groove? 

Take no Viking water bottle and not following pill rules 

Will have you off of the throttle when you should be modelin' chill mood 

Rolla skater maker or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes 

Overweight taster of kings food that kills crews 

Oblivious feather-weight baker who autographed cakes whenever his quill moves over your meal you 

Simple as a Buddhist monk in a temple standing in some heel groove with the abbot, practising stillness 

Real still he realizes his realness 

Defeat Samsara achieves nirvana and brilliance