Ital (Roses)
(专辑: Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor II: The Great American Rap Album Pt. 1 - 2012)
[Lupe Fiasco] Black Panther, Black Panther, what do you see? I
see a
dream ITAL watching over me Back nigga Yeah, hey, can we get a
little break From the
cocaine and the
kilos Aiight nigga, we know Aiight nigga, we know Can we get a
break from the
strippers on the
pill Aiight nigga, we know Okay nigga, we know [Lupe Fiasco] Hey shawty, ain't no future in no gang-bang And ain't no manhood in no bang-bang Ain't no honor cleanin interstates inside a
chain-gang Know some rap niggas put that shit inside your mainframe Pills make you stupid and liquor do the
same thing 'Raris too expensive and they way too hard to maintain Get yourself a
Camry, "nigga said a
Camry?" Watch that ho depreciate and then you'll understand me It's called being fiscally responsible Don't let these lying images up in hip-hop here conquer you The
TV's not your father fool, that video's not your momma Try your best to be a
man and your worst to be a
monster [Chorus] May we have some roses for the
ladies A
little appreciation for the
gentlemen And here's some kisses for the
babies Some peacenality for the
whole wide-wide-wide world More patience to the
youth, sympathy for the
poor Empathy for the
old, more justice for the
down and pressed Treat no liar ITAL, AY-YAH! [Lupe Fiasco] I
know you're saying, "Lupe rappin 'bout the
same shit" Well, that's 'cause ain't shit changed, bitch And please don't excuse my language Cause I
would hate for you to misrepresent The
true expression of my anguish And by this far I
ain't shocked, upset, or appalled I'm ashamed, bitch I
can't listen if you ain't sayin shit And recognize all this emptiness is dangerous Ain't buildin up they confidence, we teachin 'em that they ain't shit If they ain't got the
latest that they saw on someone famous Mercy of the
Lord on this double-edged sword Instead of askin where the
hoes is Maybe maybe we could ask for roses [Chorus repeat 2X] [Lupe Fiasco] Called the
President a
terrorist Corporate sponsors like, how the
fuck you gon' embarrass us? Ain't my fault, I
was just repeatin this Professor emeritus from America But my tone was like an Afghani kid without a
home Blew that bitch up with a
drone An Iraqi with no daddy, Palestinian throwing stones The
fuck you think they call him, I'mma leave that all alone Cause this, the
focus on this new shit is that hopeless Place that I
was born into systematic brokeness Took that downpression and developed it to dopeness It's that great American rap-rap ferocious [Chorus]