מילים לשיר Mean And Vicious – Lupe Fiasco

uh He's meannnnnn and vicious
I cant believe hes that rude
To those stories those rhymes that jew
Then he put 'em on the floor like cat food And put 'em on the track like glue Then put 'em on your head like hat
Hey back to you lou black power Im just running with a barrel full of black powder
Wita hole in it hole in it wheezin deep, breathin Running from the fire on the trail i keep leavin I cant shake it i swear its heat seekin I keep seekin somewhere to hide from it i can die from it
But it keep keepin up just when i think that ive done it
It keep sneakin up Ohh leakin barrel of black powder how that flame keep reachin us Just one of the long rended extended metaphors alose
This time I use an example of a fuse to demonstrate how i cant lose
I would put it down but i cant due to the glue that i use the fuse everything together well i spill some on my hands and God Damn i might have to carry this forever
Well im crazy to the game till they bury me insane Chorus:
There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang doing his thangg doin his thang
There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang like doing his thangg doin his thang Truthfully I have trouble with second versus Cuz the first one be so intimidating It'd be boiling and pickin on it instigatin pointin out all the second ones limitations
like you aint nothing but an imitation like bitcha bakin then it gets the chorus
and the beat to together then they gang up on him and get to hatin but then around the 8th bar he tired so they conspire and comiseratin then he fin' his inspiration
to spar he takes a few seconds if you dont listen sits back one beat then punches the guitar
they stand in awe like when did you write that they even right black first verse already happened so he aint have a change to fight back
i like that abignal junior check mate
you gon respect mate
a 8 track listen to em feelin himself swagger up and a few ad libs to back it up
lets back it up i think youve had enough
give me my mic back you aint even write that oh its like that?
track stop pumpin till this nigga stop frontin
yeah yeah now right back Chorus:
There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang doing his thangg doin his thang
There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang like doing his thangg doin his thang Oh my god my perails in my odds I aint really hear what you hear is a mirage This aint the delivery baby this is just lamash The ice cream and pickles tickle and a massage
The king author of the knight eldibage the camafouge water in the distance
loggin a camel to get there wit the quickness
mean and vicious grinch who stole christmas and hid it in the garage
there was a collage a barrage that brought all things to help this thing start
jump jump, my battery charge im bout my green like string beans and beans from ma's
its a mean thing to be seen with ours got that f&f homie im a young lil thriller
i will resurrect homie come back for my killa and a big shovel with that barrel the sane that will bury me insaneee Chorus:
There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang
doing his thangg doin his thang
There once was a boy that grew up on the west side Of chicago Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang like doing his thangg doin his thang its meaaannnnnn and vicious.