Lupe Fiasco - Thorns & Horns lyrics

rate me

Read my lips, clarinet, talk that walk, pair of steps

Two shots, parachutes, two drops, pair of troops

New drops, wearing roofs, full bloom, bearing fruits

Full moon put the where in wolves, apparently put it in the air and shoot

Heirlooms, that's what I leave, heirlooms, that's how I weave

They don't care to you and that's hair to you, this what I breathe

I'm the heir apparent from a pair of parents

Taught me that sharing's caring so I spread the bread out

That's what I need

To get in heaven that's when I bleed, get in hell when I breathe

Get it? Inhale when I breathe

Maybe you'll get it when I breathe, there's levels to this shit

And there's devils on the level of this bitch

We all ball, even the devil gotta pitch

You fly so that's red bull and a fish

You can have that, that's complimentary

True story, documentary

Ninja Turtle, suicide, though

Continentally West Side

I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my head

Living till I'm dead, yeah

Show your respect

Bow down to the nigga with the horns on his head

Everything red

Show no respect

I'm King James with a blunt lit, my name ring like a phone call

It's only right that you meet defeat, I guess that's protocol

Solo heo, oh God, Lord knows like you never said yes

Success, I'm on the verge-in, like I never had sex

You upset as fake breasts, but don't stress, it look good on you

He couldn't get it understood, so I stood on him

Food and liquor in my belly of the beast but you knew already

I used to complain until planes I flew already

Now I'm ready, amen, like one guy I'm so heavy

Let's say tons, that's blasphemy, with eight guns, keep your machete

Young mind, fuck the world, that's an orgy with an OG

Ironically when you're high as me you, won't need floor seats

This flow here for King Rich, I won't stop till my team's richer

Mind, body and spirit on top of the dollar, spinning

My optimism is why I'm in this position

You pray, I prey, it's just that I'm a lion biting his victim

I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my head

Living till I'm dead, yeah

Show your respect

Bow down to the nigga with the horns on his head

Everything red

Show no respect

Pay homage, I ain't gotta plan it to play with comets

Save your comments, trigger finger make you vomit

Egghead just making omelets to move the chickens like Reaganomics

This world so damn ugly I won't put make-up on it, just being honest

Keys on us like dope dealers, open doors for the lost souls

Ring on keys like Swizz Beatz to make sure a nigga never lost those

Amateurs get locked out, we janitors with the mops out

Clean house, I used to wanna be the GOAT but I'm the Ox now

Rap like I went to Oxford with bastards, threw Glocks on 'em

Red and blue, now the cops on 'em, ay nigga

Hell yeah, you, with them dots on him, infraredin' you

Intellectual like Inspectah Deck, protect your neck from Lu

‘Cause we the children of the night

Of the living dead, looking for some light

I got some lean up in my Sprite

I call it the Jesus Juice, Lu, what would Jesus do? Whoo!

I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my head

Living till I'm dead, yeah

Show your respect

Bow down to the nigga with the horns on his head

Everything red

Show no respect