[Produced by: Justice League]
[Intro: Lupe fiasco]
Yeah yeah
LOOPS, MATH HOFFA, SOUL KHAN
JUSTICE, LUX
[Verse 1: Loaded Lux]
Beloved
My life’s a knockout
Im a punch in till I clock out
(uh) I stuck with it
Like the plastic on my moms couch
Eff with it if you rappers know what i’m ’bout
(all i got to show for )
All these people i drive out
Wind up your spring door
Your rappers i spring board
World at your finger tips
Until i cut the ring off champ (mean)
All my lyrics poignant disappointment (mean)
When of all these n***as
Pointing could get appointments
Sins of a n***a asking for 40
But it ain’t like any of you n***as could rap it for me
(facts) Facts of the story i’m going out so glorious
Notorious all warriors know orders
Spit it for young critics
Sketching from my reflection
My manuals a solar panel
Wait till my sun get it
My energy take the imagery
Made industry
I think mad thought
We were still in the game literally
I physically spoke to him
Before that round
You know when we try to build
Don’t let the jone’s get you down
[Verse 2: Math Hoffa]
Now i’m hot
Lupe sents ya mans a track
All i needed was a chance to rap
I made bandz with smack
Wam bam now I’m banned from smack (hol’ up)
What i’m going to do next?
The answers crack
Heads turn a little harder
When you stand for facts
n***as lying so bad
Hope you crack your back
From the hood where we can’t relax
Seen your man relapse
These punch lines i can’t retract
I put the lean on Pepsi and dancers slacks
Thats wack
Now my knuckles got a bump em
With the boom boom
Me countdown
Me come from Brooklyn
I just came to represent weed
Get my mama out the P
And n***as hating
You see the dedication
You seeming like you need my resignation
Cause the streets need a cleaner reputation
Ican see you n***as faking
I’m Moses i need a separation
In the end i keep a reservation
Before i be a mental patient
Why they trying to hate on your bro
I need a beat like a creep date raping a hoe
Glory hole a** rappers still waiting to blow
I bring them bars back like you violating parole
(woah) Blame it on them rough blocks
Razor blades trying to put me in a lunch box
I got a heater torpedo n***as guns pop
Why step to me, you might as well cum shot
My destiny is on top
I ain’t got no time to fail
Devil want my soul no kind of sale
Can’t Pimp a mac go find a dell
It’s all over, showtime Adele
[Verse 3: Soul Khan]
Now i ain’t got to catch a song
To make y’all love me
My lines fish hook you
Till your face all bloody
Son your fornicating with
A force of nature, formulated
When the dude was scored a pager
And they rugged rugby’s
Its hugo boss
Screw your squad
I’m listening to the skyrim with a fus-roh-dah
And he got hella style
Bring him in like al a**ad
f** asking who’s your daddy
Son who’s your God
I ain’t here to fill a quota
I’m here to spill a soda
In the memory of every rapper
That should’ve told her
Your bodies human
And that’s an illusion
I am the end of days
See you let this plague
On the wing of the Enola
I You wanna hear some punchlines Lu
But now a days its kind of hard
To be a punchline dude
I mean my double a time
Just could be tougher contrava
The truth could hit him harder
Than them punchlines do
Who got a vendetta
You better get a d**h bed or two
If i get it crackin’
You better expect tentacles
Homie I can multiply
You could have sent ten of you
I will outlast you, past my centennial
Talk about New York, but still wear the Mecca
You don’t know the time
Like you still wearing Mecca
I write these words, reach you
Through these Heisenberg features
I know i’m going to blow up
Like the wheel chair of Hector
Shorty screaming like she in the hentai biz
What the f**
Did y’all forget who the heck I is
I will burn your house down
Like its left eyes crib
And then move your family
Up to where left eye lives
Respect on the rise, but the money stay still
I’m 28 sitting on 28 bills
Son I can’t chill like my cupboard ain’t filled
And I wonder when they’re gonna make the hunger games real
[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
(We need more sh** like this man)
Uh yea, 30 bars to go
And whats a cool heart
To 30 carts of coal
And whats a cool car when air part is poor
And the poor part means air part is cold
And the cold part is air parts a stove
So everything of them is oven
Also something to understand
What I say is ice trays
And Muffin pans also everything other than’s
Well lets call it baked Alaska
Sriracha on the rocks a frozen yogurt on the woks
Stop
Even rejection is perfection when i’m thru with rhymes
They cut the floors out my cutting room
Just to make them out the doors of the Guggenheim
Raps catholic church
Discarded bars would k** just to get back in my verse
Now what you just observed is
You listening to some sh**
That you’ve never heard and just to make it cray
I was talking about some sh**
That i would never say
In a playing song by the song that i’d never play
Yeah, even my wrong turns is a better way
Long term i just come around the corner like the letter J
So I’m on the right track even when I’m A letter stray
Like misdirected lead let out of the letter K
Slang for chopper
Not slang for throw it
If i had a knife you wouldn’t even know it
You knockers
On flows for those just to bring it back top us
You know how to say silent K’s
And reattach shoppers
Oh that’s a lot to say you never seen him before
Hanging in the hood just like three in a row
Snakes after I just like a G and a Joe
Check out my new chain
I hang a tree from my throat
Hanging a T from a rope
Take it from me, I’m a bit crazy
And You could hear it from the hoes
Like Dick Tracey
LU