B.M.F. (Building Minds Faster)

Lupe Fiasco

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    Uh huh, Friend of the People!!
    Yeah, I mean c'mon. What the FUCK do I gotta do?
    This one for the fans here Jack

    I think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
    Add a King, add a Junior
    Some Bible verses, couple Sunnahs
    An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (nigga)
    Think I'm 2Pac, Bob Marley
    Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey
    Them the real ones, light a lighter for 'em
    Letcha know, that I'm ridin' for 'em

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    Gon' gimme some, a lil' more beat
    Call yo' friends around, then call the police!
    Im ridin' wit my flow, it take up four seats
    So I'm gon' ghost ride, but with no sheets
    One man by myself, even then I'm 4 deep
    Like hotel swimming pools, that's 4 feet
    These niggas like the rooms, so suite(sweet)
    Priceline! so cheaaap
    I'm the cell phone, they the room keys
    I'm some shell toes, they some shoe strings
    I turn 'em off, I take 'em out
    I'm Reverend Run, with the laces out
    Adidas, so adios
    All day I dream, like I'm comatose
    That's your ship sinking, and I'm so afloat
    I'm T-Pain, I'm on a boat!!!
    Not the slave one, Decaprio's either
    Hear the waves come, they started in the bleachers
    So I'm swag surfin', the pool's getting deeper
    You still sweet though, here come them room keepers
    Ok I'll be the strings, you be the shoes
    But guess what (what?), now they Jimmy Choo's
    I wear the pants, you in the pools
    Yo shit meows, my shit AWOOOOOOOOO
    I got a fifth flow, call me Brother Man
    Africa the set, yea that's the motherland
    For that BP, I shed 50 tears
    In Nigeria that oil been spillin' for like 50 years!
    Fifty years! Hell naww, hell yeahhh, tryina tell ya'll
    At this rate, niggas gon' lose!
    Can't search for water, or grow your own food!
    Tell me what's gon' happen, when them stores close
    And ain't gon open up, no more
    Yeah that's the realest shit
    You gon' feel dat, hungers yo' enemy
    But you can't kill dat!
    Nigga wake up, don't join the army
    Kill your own peoples, but fear Illuminatis
    And they ain't even real, or are they?
    But you ain't even know, because you partay
    Too fuckin much, if you start to doubt
    They already in yo mind, and comin' out yo mouth
    Its not a trick, nigga, it's a trap
    Survival of the fit, is what they aiming at
    And niggas ain't fit, fat as hell!
    Fat in mind, body fat, as well
    Who use most the drugs? Americans!
    Whats in Afghanistan? heroin!
    You think thats by mistake? They can't stop dat?
    Don't think you safe though, because you not black
    Greed is colorblind, so I'm colorblind
    They gon' fuck with yours soon as they done with mine
    They say I try to hard, verses overwhelm
    I learned most of this, from niggas sittin' in jail
    Where you think I'm from? I'm from the streets nigga!
    Triple OG's told me to teach nigga!
    And that ain't made up, nope! Thats a fact
    They say that gangsta shit, is the shit I rap
    Look who I attract, look at my inner circle
    Bunch of street niggas, and a couple Erkles
    Look at my fanbase! Oh yess!
    Fuck what Pro say! Look at this protest!
    Where they do that at? Who they do that for?
    Must mean I'm doin' bad, and things is movin' slow
    We talkin' revolution on public radio!
    Then catch me down in Houston, sittin on them 84's
    Trae wassup, ABN, gotcha back nigga, sink or swim
    Free Chilly Chill, shake off yo' mastas
    Pray to God; Build yo mind faster

    I think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
    Add a King, add a Junior
    Couple Bible verses, and some Sunnahs
    An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (nigga)
    Think I'm 2Pac, Bob Marley
    Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey
    Them the real ones, light a lighter for 'em
    If you ain't know, I'm ridin' for 'em

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