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Lupe Fiasco

Genres: Hip-Hop

Thorns & Horns Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

Read my lips, clarinet, talk that walk, pair of steps 

Two shots, parachutes, two drops, pair of troops 

New drops, wearin' roofs, full bloom, bearin' fruits 

Full moon put the where in wolves', apparently put it in the air and shoot 

Heirlooms that's what I leave, heirlooms that's how I weave 

They don't care to you and that's hair to you, this what I breathe 

I'm the heir apparent from a pair of parents 

Taught me that sharin's carin' so I spread the bread out 

That's what I need 

To get in heaven that's when I bleed, get in hell when I breathe... 

Get it? Inhale, when I breathe 

Maybe you'll get it when I bereave, there's levels to this shit 

And there's devils on the level of this bitch 

We all ball even the devil gotta pitch 

You fly so that's red bull and a fish 

You can have that, that's complimentary 

True story, documentary 

Ninja Turtle, sewer side 

Though continentally West Side 

 

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I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my head 

Living till I'm dead, yeah 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

(Bow down to the nigga with the horns on his head) 

(Everything red) 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

 

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I'm King James with a blunt lit, my name ring like a phone call 

It's only right that you meet defeat, I guess that's protocol 

Soulo ho, oh God, Lord knows like you never said yes 

Success, I'm on the verge-in, like I never had sex 

You upset as fake breasts, but don't stress, it looks good on you 

He couldn't get it understood, so I stood on him 

Food and liquor, in my belly, of the beast but you knew already 

I used to complain until planes I flew already 

Now I'm ready, amen, like one guy I'm so heavy 

Let's say tons, that's blasphemy, with eight guns, keep your machete 

Young mind, fuck the world, that's an orgy with an OG 

Ironically, when you're high as me, you won't need floor seats 

This flow here for King Rich I won't stop 'till my team's richer 

Mind, body and spirit on top of the dollar, spinnin' 

My optimism is why I'm in this position 

You pray, I prey, it's just that I'm a lion bitin' his victim 

 

I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my head 

Living till I'm dead, yeah 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

(Bow down to the nigga with the horns on his head) 

(Everything red) 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

 

Pay homage, I ain't gotta plan it to play with comets 

Save your comments, (trigger finger make you vomit) 

(Egghead just makin' omelets to move the chickens like Reaganomics) 

This world so damn ugly I won't put make-up on it, just bein' honest 

Keys on us like dope dealers, open doors for the lost souls 

(Ring on keys like Swizz Beatz, to make sure a nigga never lost those) 

(Amateurs get locked out, we janitors with the mops out) 

Clean house, I used to wanna be the GOAT but I'm the Ox now 

Rap like I went to Oxford with bastards, threw Glocks on 'em 

Red and blue, now the cops on 'em, (ayy nigga) 

(Hell yeah, you, with them dots on him, infraredin' you) 

(Intellectual like Inspectah Deck, protect your neck from Lu) 

Cause we the children of the night! 

Of the livin' dead lookin' for some light 

I got some lean up in my Sprite 

I call it the Jesus Juice, Lu, what would Jesus do? Whoo! 

 

I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my head 

Living till I'm dead, yeah 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

(Bow down to the nigga with the horns on his head) 

(Everything red) 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

Show your respect 

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