Music: Wasalu Jaco p/k/a: Lupe Fisaco
[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay-yay, ay-ay (Ooh)
Ay, ay
This is (Ay, ay-ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, yeah)
The remix
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
I got these, really neat
Very beautifully alliterated
Little battle raps for you-ooh
Yeah, I got these, really neat (Uh, uh)
Very beautifully alliterated
Little battle raps for you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
So come on through
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Big eyes looking like skies in binoculars
Two nights live, singing by the opera house
But not in it, just by it
Someone alongside it, a long silence (Shh)
A strong, vibrant meditative song of guidance
Designed to raise eyelids of blind men, saved assignments
With warm regards and age kindness for today's climate
And the vain of gang violence meets the gangs's demises
And itβ 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
Top hats and coats
Tuxedos and throats, where the bowties posts
Folks look past the lower-class blower of the notes
And tell unspoke jokes as they approach
Which she'd never be inside, but she hopes
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
I got these, really neat (Yeah)
Very beautifully alliterated
Little battle raps for you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, I got these, really neat (Yeah)
Very beautifully alliterated
Little battle raps for you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
So come on through
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
The unamplified, fantasize land
Of the soon-to-be fans of the samurai (Shoo)
Smile wide, got the panorama camera vibe
If you analyze, she's a one-woman gala, glamorized
Just without the glamor or the gala ties
Met 'em all live with the jazz guys
Eating piano pies at the Vanguard
She's a artist and starved (Uh)
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 laugh for singing jazz in the streets
And the staff ask for police (Woo-hoo-hoo)
Crashed at a friend's flat for a week (For a week)
Felt as home as a raft on the beach (On the beach)
Lit a fag, took a drag, took a tea (Took a sip)
Read a book, took a bath, went to sleep
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
I got these, really neat (Very neat)
Very beautifully alliterated
Little battle raps for you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, I got these, really neat (Yeah, hah)
Very beautifully alliterated
Little battle raps for you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (I got these)
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Yeah, I got these (Really neat)
Really, really neat
Very beautifully alliterated
Little battle raps for you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And your whole crew-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, y'all could all come through-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
This what we do (What we do, what we do)
[Bridge: Troy Tyler & Lupe Fiasco]
Oh
I got these
Really neat, neat, neat, neat, neat
Very beautifully alliterated
I got these
Really neat, neat, neat, neat, neat
Very beautifully alliterated (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Dreams of singing [?]
In front of five thousand or more
Scrabblin' down the score, eyelashes linin' up for war
Shogun bun is shinin' up the sword
Live by the adlibs, die by the chords
Better yet, survive by the [?]
[?], feelin' [?] with that killer killer just like Dexter
Too much, too young, like the specials in a town full of spectres
Singing back with records
Speech figurines over that [?]-back selector
Everybody falls, but will it crack the effort?
In a act with that, but still intact with texture
This is that ressurector
[Outro: Lupe Fiasco & Troy Tyler]
Bless up
We up
I got these (Really neat)
Really neat, neat, neat
Very beautifully (Very beautifully, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got these (I got, I got, I got)
Very beautifully (Very beautifully, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Alliterated