Lupe Fiasco- Mean & Vicious

Mean & Vicious

Lyrics:
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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 bullyin' 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 of judo lessons
gets back on 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 don' have a chance to fight back
i like that
Abagnale Junior check me
you gon respect me
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 perils in my odds
I aint really here what you hear is a mirage
This aint the delivery baby this is just Lamaze
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
in some disheveled apparel with that same leakin' barrel 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

its meaaannnnnn
and vicious

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