Fiasco - LITFRANK

Hey, you looking over there I got something to show you if you got the time to spare Equality's the highest and the price is very fair It's honestly the nicest thing that I have ever shared You look like the type that likes a diamond in his ear To walk around the town and be so shiny and revered Come across his boss and be so timely and prepared Look like a million dollars off of signing with the Bears I don't mean to be so deeply inside of your affairs But if I liked getting ripped off, then I'd be over there But that's why I'm over here, with that you should beware I'm only saying this because I really, really care I think it's more a temple, not a stall But no, not a religion, not at all I know it's kind of simple, and it's small But that's 'cause it's the middle of the mall If you wanna show off and just ball Or your intention is the drawers We got credentials for it all Welcome to the middle of the mall You ain't got a budget for these nuggets You can keep it Plain Jane and blow out they brains when you in public The matching ring chain gon' look insane when you untuck it They'll never know the difference, even if you let 'em touch it Now if you are a rapper or a trapper on the job It don't really matter if you get jacked, or you get robbed You can go on, let 'em have it, it's not a factor or a prob' Only thing that's gonna happen, you gon' get attacked by all the blogs Military rolling up, little boy you gon' be shot And you gon' be so attractive on the block Now, it might make you a magnet for the cops But please don't let them haters try and drag you from the top You ain't gotta be a criminal involved Know how to rap or knack for dribbling the ball Or be a prince or an emperor at all Everybody's equal in the middle of the mall We are not the center of applause But secretly the center of the cause This is where the finishers evolve In the middle of the malls Diamonds only worth what you are willing to pay A deceptive game you are killing to play Now I have diamonds, it's odd feeling this way But when they start to sparkle that star-glittering glaze It sways, takes your mind off today's Where preachers can praise AIDS as God killing the gays What a fucking phrase, never ceases to amaze But when he dies from cancer, that's God's mysterious ways Jesus saves, African sold slaves Gabriel's in Afghanistan passing out AKs It's a rage The diamond sometimes are suede's while putting 'em to the blade I have hesitations There, I've put it all on the table, I have my reservations Besides, we'll find something else useless to put our faith in You won't finish this here, we'll pick up after meditation Uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh It seems you've got the spirit of the appalled And you've got the lyrics and the draw I know some people love to hear it how you call You should join us in the middle of the mall I'm cool, man, I've got a watch already Well, excuse me

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 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 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 chorus 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

Socio, 101.5 ¡Buenos días, mi gente! Leticia, aquí, mandándoles saludos donde quiera que estén En Texas, México, Los Ángeles, hasta Colombia, Centro y Sudamérica, Miami, mi pana del Caribe, Barcelona y de regreso a Chicago Les mando besos (Mmmuah) ¡Saludos! Y que este día les traiga amor, dinero, prosperidad ¡Ay, mira no más! ¡Que sorpresa! Nuestro amigo Lupe Fiasco me dejó unas canciones para jugarles ¿Están listos? ¡Ándale, pues! ¡Aquí les va! ¡Drogas! (Yaaay) Dios es mi droga, si no a qué soy adicta Bonita chica, se encuentran de Costa Rica O tal vez Colombia y cantar sobre política Ambiente reggae, esto lucha en tono a esas mujeres Paz, paz, paz, paz sin pistolas (Pistolas) Sólo rosas, es mejor que la coca Coca, tranquilo Señorita, ven para ir a Barranquilla Besos, besos, besos, besos, besos ¿Cómo me veo? ¡Realmente bueno! Bueno, bueno Bueno, bueno Besos, besos, besos, besos, besos ¿Cómo me veo? ¡Realmente bueno! Bueno, bueno Bueno, bueno Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Dios es mi droga, si no a qué soy adicta Bonita chica, se encuentran de Costa Rica O tal vez Colombia y cantar sobre política Ambiente reggae, esto lucha en torno a las mujeres ¡Paz!

Thirty somethin' shots from the ghetto gun All in the ears of the ghetto young Some ghetto girls, some ghetto sons Throwing rocks at the bus and other ghetto fun I always wondered where the ghetto from Cause I'm from the ghetto, the never ghetto come But you win if the bell of my ghetto rung But if the ghetto lose, that mean a ghetto won That's how they do the ghetto, that's how the ghetto done They keep it, they never bring the ghetto none We make the ghetto tick, we make the ghetto run We make the ghetto sick, we make the ghetto dumb These niggas off that ghetto beer and that ghetto rum And that ghetto bass with my ghetto drums And my ghetto words and these ghetto problems Get ghetto sums That's why... The pizza man don't come here no more Too much dope Too many niggas on the porch So the pizza man don't approach (no, no, no) Pizza man don't come here no more Too many niggas on the block Too many niggas gettin shot So the pizza man don't stop (pow, pow, pow) The pizza man don't come here no more Too many niggas gettin robbed Niggas don't wanna starve but "Niggas ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah" The pizza man don't come here no more Deliver, deliver, deliver Is it cause they're selling nicks out there all day Cause a prostitute sucking dick in the hallway Little Caesar's never sendin' pizza out ya'll way Papa Johns never get delivered where y'all stayed The Ghetto was a physical manifestation of hate And a place where ethnicity determines your placement A place that defines your station Remind you niggas your place is the basement White people in the attic Niggas selling dope, White people is the addicts White folks act like they ain't show us how to traffic All that dope to China, you don't call that trappin'? Breaking Bad, learned that from a TV So don't say its politics when you see me When you gon' apologize for your CD Nigga that don't match men in black to a GD The pizza man don't come here no more Too much dope Too many niggas on the porch So the pizza man don't approach (no, no, no) Pizza man don't come here no more Too many niggas on the block Too many niggas gettin shot So the pizza man don't stop (pow, pow, pow) The pizza man don't come here no more Too many niggas gettin robbed Niggas don't wanna starve but "Niggas ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah" The pizza man don't come here no more Deliver, deliver, deliver Can I get delivered from the sin and get a little slice of Heaven I can enter in again Or maybe just imagine that I'm livin in a mansion or a palace and my pizza gets delivered in a Benz Make a savior out of savage like they made it out of magic So it take a nigga havoc and it make it into friends You don't even need a salad, it don't make a nigga fatter Actually take a nigga backwards and make a nigga thin That's a deep dish Chicago style get the peace stick Homerunner hitter, I be drillin' on the weak pitch Pay into the plate then I put it in your face I'm a man, never bitin' on the hands that I eat with No Giordano or Di Giorno Homemade bull, they bring it to him like a toro Throwing dough up in the air-bottom to the top and shredder full of cheese smarter than a purple ninja turtle The pizza man don't come here no more Too much dope Too many niggas on the porch So the pizza man don't approach (no, no, no) Pizza man don't come here no more Too many niggas on the block Too many niggas gettin shot So the pizza man don't stop (pow, pow, pow) The pizza man don't come here no more Too many niggas gettin robbed Niggas don't wanna starve but "Niggas ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah" The pizza man don't come here no more Deliver, deliver, deliver

What's up, this is Charlie Wilson, a.k.a. your uncle Charlie. I was diagnosed with prostate cancer in 2008. Still fighting; not a winner, not a looser. I'm gonna win the battle. That's right, cancer free What's up, this is Greg and I beat kidney cancer. True story My names Michael, I'm a lung cancer survivor four years in remission My names Bernadette and I beat stage 1 breast cancer I'm Angela, I'm 50 years old, and I've been through 9 surgeries in 3 years. Fuck you cancer. You may have taken my breasts and uterus, but you can never take my heart My names Ann Marie, and I'm living with stage 4 lung cancer My names Kourtney and I beat thyroid cancer This is Kathy Phillips and I beat the living shit out of breast cancer. You definitely picked the wrong bitch to mess with. Fuck you cancer! I'm a survivor baby! Hey my name is Charles Porter, and I had stage 4 hotchkins lymphoma. I went through a year of strenuous chemo, then I had a bone marrow transplant where they gave me salvage chemo, and 5 days twice a day, full body radiation to basically bring my immune system down to nothing. I literally died to stay alive umm... come April I'll be in my 3rd year remission and it was a team effort. All the friends and family I had came together And uhh... I had to keep that mental strong, but umm. We got through it uhh... some fallen soldiers went as I fought uhh... but they'll always be heroes. Peace! If I had a dollar for every time they counted me out And my back was up against the wall I could have died but I came out fighting, fighting Could have died but I came out fighting Could have died but I came out fighting Could have died but I came out fighting (yeah) Could have died but I came out fighting (uhh) With a breast full of lungs she ain't no pun She gonna ride on it like a chopper in a trunk Pink ribbon women she gonna live forever Even though the doctor say she only get a month Said it's my life and you only get it once Once these flowers smell too damn good to be living in the funk So I finna get it in and I finna get a crunk and I finna get the living (a-a-ah) On remission from the jump Breast cancer can't hold me back That's the answer when they told me that It can knock me down but I'm gonna be back Strong, down for whatever exceptional and I don't know how to quit And I never said never you can have that hair cause real talk bitch I think I look better let's do it (do it) Fighter, with everything inside ya Reportin' live from Death Row Drop the charges see the lifer Cell phones and your lighters Need you to put them up higher So when the candles on her birthday cake Might set the on fire, hey If I had a dollar for every time they counted me out And my back was up against the wall I could have died but I came out fighting, fighting Could have died but I came out fighting Could have died but I came out fighting Could have died but I came out fighting (yeah) Could have died but I came out fighting (uhh) Yeah, seven years old with stage four This what champions were made for Only so much fun raises (pain for) So I guess the rest is all on me That will to live against what's out here Killin kids' well kiss my ass it ain't killin' me Got things to paint Got places to go Got things to see Wanna see my moma grow up Hold up, hold up Wanna see my daddy grow up Hold up, Hold up I'm bald headed and brave hearted, I'm small But I'm a hundred feet tall, try to stop me Biopsy after biopsy Chemo, but I'm a king though I shake everything off me Lymphoma can't hold me back It can knock me down but I'm gonna be back Throw some SpongeBob in my hot wheels track I'm a made man, made wishes I ain't scared, I ain't flinching Sorry momma but I gotta say it But where I'm from they don't make bitches Let's do it If I had a dollar for every time they counted me out And my back was up against the wall I could have died but I came out fighting, fighting Could have died but I came out fighting Could have died but I came out fighting Could have died but I came out fighting (yeah) Could have died but I came out fighting (uhh) Went undiagnosed and untreated When they finally found it told em It too far along and he couldn't beat it But he couldn't see it Miss me with that dead talk Miss me my legs walk My heart beats and my wife witness So fuck cancer my life with me And if I died it'd die with me let's do it Fighter, with everything inside ya Reportin' live from Death Row Drop the charges see the lifer Cell phones and your lighters Need you to put them up higher So when the candles on her birthday cake Might set the on fire, hey Might set that thing on fire, yeah Yeah we might set that thing on fire, yeah Yeah we might set that thing on fire Set that thing on fire, set that thing on fire, yeah If I had a dollar for every time they counted me out And my back was up against the wall I could have died but I came out fighting Could have died but I came out fighting

(And they say, and they say, and they say, and they say) What they say, what they say now? (They say, they say) uh-huh, uh-huh (They say, they say, they say) I'd like to welcome everybody out To the Samurai (They say, they say, they say) indeed, indeed, indeed, indeed (speak) (And) here we go, one time, yeah I got these really neat (really neat, really neat) Very beautifully alliterated (very beautiful, uh) Little battle raps for you (little battle rap, little battle rap, yeah) I got these really neat (what you got, huh? Uh) Very beautifully alliterated (yeah, yeah, yeah) Little battle raps for you (talk to 'em now, c'mon), so come on through Big eyes looking like skies in binoculars Two nights live, singing by the Opera House But not in it, just by it Somewhat alongside it, a long silence A strong, vibrant meditative song of guidance Designed to raise eyelids, sublime, and saved assignments With warm regards and aged kindness for today's climate In the vein of gang violence meets the gang's demises, and it bangs Rises like wings on a plane Plus a pilot who can fly it into the eye of Hurricane Iris Stylish, same shoe in different sizes With evidences of the mileage and the growth (growth) Top hats and coats, tuxedos and throats, where the bow ties post Folks look past the lower-class blower of the notes And tell unspoke jokes as they approach Where she'll never been inside, but she hopes, yeah I got these really neat (really neat, really neat) Very beautifully alliterated (very beautiful) (uh) Little battle raps for you (little battle rap, little battle rap, yeah) I got these, really neat (really neat, yeah) Very beautifully alliterated (what's up, what's up) Little battle raps for you (yeah, uh, uh), so come on through The unamplified, fantasized land of the soon-to-be fans of the samurai Smile wide, got the panorama camera vibe If you analyze, she's a one-woman gala, glamorized Just without the glamour or the gala ties Manner more alive with the jazz guys eating piano pies at the Vanguard She's a artist and starved, a couple dollars in the band jar Buys a half a turkey sam', organic and it's hand-carved and ours If you ask for a piece, freshly laughed for singing jazz in the streets And the staff asked for police (damn) I crashed at her friend's flat for a week (for a week) Felt at home as a raft on the beach (on the beach) Lit a fag, took a drag, took a tea (took a tea) Read a book, took a bath, went to sleep I got these really neat (you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah) Very beautifully alliterated (very beautiful, uh) Little battle raps for you (little battle rap, little battle rap for you) I got these really neat (really neat, really neat, ay) Very beautifully alliterated (very beautiful, yeah) Little battle raps for you (little battle rap), so come on through I'd like to welcome everybody out Yeah, to the Samurai, Samurai Uh-huh, to the Samurai Uh

I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world Say now, I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world Say now, I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world, hey City in the whole wide world, hey City in the whole wide world, hey I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, gadget flow I'm back, I'm back I'm cool, I'm cool Westside representative All me, no ghost, no 16-bit like Sega Genesis All G-ball on the board, Soundtrakk On the track, Gemini, on the job, Shayla G On the G, Sarah Green, for the green, free Chilly And I'm back on my thing for the listeners' ears What you are about to-to witness is Lu' new valuable album two, credit for the ghetto Getty Images From the M-A-D-I-to-the-S-to-the-O-N Potent, to get you open Moving like a nigga supposed to Get the dough on the go with the flow that I'm holding I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, gadget flow Love, got the Windy City on my back So I'm back on my grizzle like a bearskin rug Plus I'm laying on the floor, blame it on the Go Little rapper turn it out because I'm very plugged I convert, I can work anywhere in the world, you can ask my brother Hugg He'll concur that I'm serious with the words To the man up above, thank you very much That I got what I got and I'm at where I'm at like an "a" in a circle With a pay, little Urkel What they say when they see lil' G From the F to the F with the amazing verbals While they race in a circle like they racing a gerbil I race in a circle like I'm racing a horse I'm racing a Porsche, while they racing in place They race in a cage, I race on a course 'Course, that case in the court did not defer the dream I am still a raisin in the sun, raging against the machine From the M-A-D-I-to-the-S-to-the-O-N Potent, to get you open Moving like a nigga supposed to Get the dough on the go with the flow that I'm holding I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, gadget flow I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world Say now, I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world Say now, I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world, hey City in the whole wide world, hey City in the whole wide world, hey Hey, hey, don't hate on me My tank on full, your tank on E Look good on you, look great on me 'Cause I'ma go and never gonna S-T-O-P Like hey, hey don't hate on me My tank on full your tank on E Look good on you, look great on me 'Cause I'ma go and never gonna S-T-O-P Like hey, hey, I'm the boss Rock Junya Watanabe Lacoste Beyond clean, in phenom jeans, little rap Isaac Asimov I let my momma in the rhyming that she raised me off A 80s baby on fire like a safety off Got my hood riding higher than some 28s Off of everything I spoke like a 84 And they in love with him, and I'm in love with them And we'll never ride dubs again, no, we won't Trying to get Above the Rim A little too short to dunk, so we donk From the M-A-D-I-to-the-S-to-the-O-N Potent, to get you open Moving like a nigga supposed to Get your dough on the go with the flow that I'm holding I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, gadget flow I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world Say now, I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world Say now, I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world, hey City in the whole wide world, hey City in the whole wide world, hey I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world Say now, I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world Say now, I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world, hey City in the whole wide world, hey City in the whole wide world, hey