Ankhher
Lupe Fiasco
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Am Balance A drunken ground for my niggasC But what if up was down for the liquor?Am Then pour in something stiffer Filter mud from the champagne on bloodC Might just milk a tub out my hand veinAm Ivy league, I receive, Irie vibesC What a dream! What I mean? IdealizeAm You see the storm brewing way up in the heavenC A statue wouldn't mourn'em so I wake up to erect, damnAm And the bed made of womenC Who came first with a head made of chickens?Am Break the fast, break the mask on a egg-making missionC With X-rated visionsAm And the glassC I wish that I could live inside jazz As hecklers shackle magpieAm Note-blowing standard Scat over improvised ragtimeC Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me back dime [Hook]Am Feather me or let it beC (My nigga, what's up?)Am Tether me or sever meC (My nigga, what's up?)Am Definitely won’t set me freeC (My nigga, what's up?)Am No, she look like a set of keysC (My nigga, what's up?) [Verse 2]Continúa después del anuncioAm May I die from a hand that is not blackC Lie down my crown where Mike Brown dropped atAm At the spot where he was unchainedC To pour liquor on it and watch a King grow from the blood stainsAm C Then hug him, I'm just here, I ain'tAm here to judge himC Am I hear the jeers, the cheers, I'm adjustedC It's the day, it's judgement (Ankh:hers)Am For the sippers and the drinkersC Lift her by the shoulders like hangersAm Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in their fingersC Ambulance chasers bad chance ain't no mash for the bangersAm Ash with a bad hand, cash for the dangerC Bottom made of glass, shake that ass for the strangersAm I'm on the wrath with the danglers, shaking my shaftC You just bass to the anglers (hooked)Am Drift to mausoleum, shackle my feet in 1919C Hollerin' droppin' cosmopolitans on the crime sceneAm Xenophobian, hemoglobin soakin' on white queensC Pale-face invaders to foreign devils and gaijin [Hook]Am Feather me or let it beC (My nigga, what's up?)Am Tether me or sever meC (My nigga, what's up?)Am Definitely won’t set me freeC (My nigga, what's up?)Am No, she look like a set of keysC (My nigga, what's up?) [Verse 3]Am Has the moon killed the sun yet?C Over dim sum steamed bamboo basket bun setsAm A brisk run to keep the lungs freshC Hung sweats on the radiator Two shanks for the date rapers and baby tapersAm Clear the vision with the spit inside the aviatorsC Legit but quit because the lick promised them pits of paperAm Will we eliminate the innovators?C Will we commemorate the imitators?Am You are now set tripping with eliminatorsC Life givin' persimmons So now your lemons persimmon flavoredAm Why you mixing different neighbors? Spike itC Now the wrists are slitting razors (Ankh:hers)Am The benefits of red wineC Drunken box thieves fighting bars to charge a dead mineAm Iron wing Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese chicken stripsC Well-designed to keep from liftin' shit [Hook]Am Feather me or let it beC (My nigga, what's up?)Am Tether me or sever meC (My nigga, what's up?)Am Definitely won’t set me freeC (My nigga, what's up?)Am No, she look like a set of keysC (My nigga, what's up?)