Mural Jr. Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

Holy assumption of man into the heaven's sphere 

Many mansions fit champions within its seven tiers 

Evangelists re-imagine every 11 years 

Pause for applause, evolves to what was never here 

Born to death, born to die 

Form the flesh, form the eyes 

A veritable storm of winged forms swarms the skies 

Marital norms unperformed but the porn survives 

In the dorms of the scorn, they keep warm supplies 

Gone to lose the use of tooth, horn and thigh 

Farthest standing, I was landing 

Two one hand, one man bands jamming in tandem 

He who power naps, then plans gathering ransoms 

And maps man's laps in a hand lathered in absinthe 

Gotta talent traffic and ramblings 

And handing out amazing handmade maps of the labyrinth 

Out the back of the wagon 

Out the back of the madam 

Out the back of the Magnum 

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Then out the trap of enchantment 

Bellerophon with a megaphone, megaman 

Desert zone run marathons with sweaters on (sweaters on) 

That was so simple but hot in a place where it's so simple but not 

Closed temples and ole little forgots and rode whole chissles 

Cripples with raw missles a lot 

The old hoes that they won't give you a shot 

But you can get the whole pistol, it's gon' hit you a lot 

These are real words from a savage mind 

Unmaximized man on an average climb 

Who don't deserve the whole truth and only half your time 

Fit the life of a whole booth in only half a line 

In the future life, I don't even have to rhyme 

We'll get the entire Armageddon with only half the signs 

Just yields and rail roads 

In lush fields with bell tolls 

Photos 

Couple huddles of the unskilled but well told 

It's unreal how off one deal to sell souls 

And he got em' by the dozen 

Medulla oblongata is what got them by the oven 

Like how the moonshine is what got him by the cousin 

He gotta buy the bottom and he 'bout to stick his tongue in 

Such an unsettling scene 

An obscene setting for the unwedding of rings 

The sharpest dresser at the unheading of queens 

The architecture is something you've never seen 

Dream clean 

That's three words at the same time 

They killed three bird with the same 

And one each in every hand with the same bluffing 

Answers each and every man with the same question 

What is it? 

But you still wanna know but I already done did it 

I ball heavy, the physics, it's all 

But it's already specific 

If we doing what's already done, that means it's already terrific 

That's rather meta-poetic, and just to acknowledge that 

As an extra exhibit to what's already within it 

The gallery's like the wall space 

So I made a gallery of galleries made of all space 

If it was more small, it would be Moore's Law 

From the land of the po' where we war saw 

From the hand of a pro to whore jaw 

Make a stand to the store till the snow thaw 

Went from paper boy to editor 

From throwing Ars Poetica with the arms of Federer 

On the porches and steps to the farm houses of settlers 

One of several sects who can come and charm the predators 

We who measure the measuring tools of measurers 

We who pleasure the pleasure tubes of pleasurers 

We who lecture at treasured schools of lecturers 

We who question the cherished rules of leveragers 

Born to death, born to die 

Mourn correct immortalized 

In a war, where your performance score is your salary 

It's like fantasies combatting your mortality 

I'm just trying to restore sanities 

Sigmund Freud boy, Leroy to your vanity 

To instill what kills krill destroys manitee 

So heels spill but still seal deals that build factories 

What looks Roman senator inner reveals macabees 

Never just trust off guts, but what's actually 

Unless it's quatos 

Now, we back to pillars of salt 

I recall back peeling potatoes 

In hindsight, maybe a tank of killer tomatoes 

A seasoned shoulder's carrying plenty pintos in payloads 

Now, that's another strata but I was making sense 

Then cop out, took the highway and I was making chips 

A nappy-head Karate Kid, I was breaking bricks 

Can fight like Tekken 5, even taking 6 

This rehabilitation, I be taking trips 

"Don't Ruin Us" God said, I won't make a dent 

Hardly, but I'm still Harvey 

I hope this making sense 

Devil tooting his own horn, don't come and take a sniff 

In the streets you gotta fight, you get punished for taking whiffs 

To make that change for your team, you gotta have New Jersey driving 

A stomach for taking whips 

I'm just trying to redeem 

With these hands full of bars, don't beat me for coming clean 

To unify the hooks 

If you know it, then come and sing 

Don't bust in while I'm sleep 

Nightmares becoming dreams 

Samurais rarely die from another sword 

This is 1985 meets the hover board 

That was Bobby Johnson potato, just the underscore 

Think deep, but don't let it fry your motherboards 

Diptique, so now the painting's plural 

But this is Jr's Mural