Lupe Fiasco – Madonna (And Other Mothers In The Hood)

Immaculate mother of the holy soul
On behalf of the overdose
We come to you uncomfortable in our ways
Please don’t slam the door all in my face

Tried to go to church, church ain’t work
Still want to kill niggas
Tried to go work, but work ain’t work
Work ain’t work for the feel nigga
Really make me feel like a field nigga
Make me feel worse, really tryna’ chill
But inside I feel like a steel mill, nigga
And it’s hard when these niggas steal mama
What, when you and God gotta mill still mama
Living off a meal deal mama
Can’t stunt with them lil wheels mama
Need a real purse real heels mama
How dem liquors and them pills feel mama, lil mama

No man shall prosper
Lord knows if I said it, it’s gospel, lil mama
Madonna
No man shall prosper
Lord knows if I said it, it’s gospel, your momma
Madonna

No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma
Madonna

I be just trying make it
I be just trying make it
I be just trying make it
I be just trying make it
They be just trying break us
They be just trying break us
They be just trying break us
They be just trying break us

White T on they shoulders
What drags em off through the streets
In the whip wit’ they soldiers
Stations of the policeTrying to stick all this time to me
Trying to stick all these crimes to me
Could you just send a dime to me
Mama please send a sign to me
What’s looking like life?
Is probation and a fine to me
Lawyer said I’d be alright
But I think that he lying to me
They really wanna throw those lines to me
Put me in a line, put the knives to me
Put me in the sky, put it to my side
Then push it inside of me

Holy mother f the blessed soul
They don’t love you there
They love you here
I love you like I’m Mexico
Say: (Santa Maria, Madre de Dios
Ruega por nosotros pecadores
Ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte)
Amen

No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma
Madonna

No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma
Madonna

They sent them all to the slaughter
Baby mama, no father
He was hanging round them murderers
And them prostitutes and them robbers, yeah
Them dope fiends and that water, yeah
Wit’ angel dust in they nostrils, yeah
They hit em up wit’ that chopper
She was holdin’ him, in her hands
Just like Stigmata, yeah
Said you gon’ live here forever
Salvation and treasure
You gon’ live here forever, yeah
Died like Ricky on his mama couch
Right there in his mama house
Only child, the holy mama’s your mama now

No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma
Madonna

No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma
Madonna

Mama said my son never been no killer
Mama said my son never been no gangster
No drug dealer, no gang member
Mama said my son never been no trouble
Mama said my son never been no trouble

Mama said my son never been no killer
Mama said my son never been no gangster
No drug dealer, no gang member
Mama said my son never been no trouble
Mama said my son never been no trouble

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Lupe Fiasco lyrics
Album: Tetsuo & Youth

Lupe Fiasco – No Scratches

It’s for the love
Cause we love you so much
Keep it real
I don’t feel, feel love
You don’t feel what I feel so
It all started out

See first they had patience
And the nigga had energy
But not weak, he finna leave
Petal to the metal, you finna speed
You remind me of, [?]
But off in the future, and what it’s finna be
All your memories can become enemies
So let’s intercede I know you in the seat
But let’s get outta that

But then that patience turned to waiting
And then that waitin’ turned to wasting my time, my time, my time
And then that wasting turned to hating
And then that hating got to racing
All around my mind, my mind, my mind

So before we hit a wall, heartbreak and it crashes
Just walk away no scratches

(See first they had patience)

But niggas start sick, niggas start gettin’ ill
Niggas got cold feet, niggas start gettin’ chills
Niggas start stayin’ home cause niggas start gettin’ bills
Buildin’ up an immunity
Niggas stopped getting’ hurt
Niggas relied on faith
Hopin’ niggas get healed is hopeless nigga, get real
But ah, get back on the pill
We in it for the feel
But even winners can [?] patience

But then that patience turned to waiting
And then that waitin’ turned to wasting my time, my time, my time
And then that wasting turned to hating
And then that hating got to racing
All around my mind, my mind, my mind

So before we hit a wall, heartbreak and it crashes
Just walk away no scratches

So before we hit a wall, heartbreak and it crashes
Just walk away no scratches

(First we had patience)

Mini-Bar raided, in the indy car faded
500 miles, it’s pretty far ain’t it?
But it’s a pretty car, ain’t it?
Pretty hard painted
But pretty darn dangerous
But we ain’t get the memo, hangin’ out the window
They don’t care no more
Tryna take his mini to a limo
Without a helmet then you can Thelma-it
Louis, Louise but we on the same thing
So I be James Dean
So your wreck and my wreck look like the same scene

So before we hit a wall, heartbreak and it crashes
Just walk away no scratches

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Lupe Fiasco lyrics
Album: Tetsuo & Youth

Lupe Fiasco – Little Death

Now bring it out
Like a finger in the back of your mouth
Cherubs and cerebellum, Tara at Sarah’s wedding
Sam marrying Sam
Band pushed upon the finger of Sam’s hairiest hand
If that sickens you, you a bigot
If it doesn’t well you’re wicked
Such is life
Odd as Egg McMuffins at night
No answers, so let us watch these dancers
Structure reformed gracefully being born
On the pallet of dark greys, concaves and spirals
Kaleidoscope into a Eiffel
It ripples then it tidals
Vacillates then it virals
Babylons then it Bibles and others
And tell me of the spinning mothers
And today’s mathematics for beloved
And beasts’ bellies covered like the cummerbunds of butlers…

How was your day, can I make what you say
What I wanna hear, cause I want you here
The hell that we raised to the heavens do anything for
La petite mort, la petite mort

They keep the bottles just to make glass houses
Then climb up to the second floors and throw rocks out it
Then expect not a volley in reply
Some place vulnerable like prolly in the eye
What of the chicken? what is it missin’, is it dry?
Did it die in some inhumane conditions so it didn’t go relaxed
And attention from its demise pulled all of the flavour from the fat
And made it flat and rather lifeless
Well there’s a place that has a stunning [?]
And more mercifully murdered Pisces
But barbaric are still the prices
It’s rather niceless, apricot in dices and fromage slices
My son will call risotto rices
If and when he’s left to his own devices, well
How is your memory?
Is it returning like a lemon tree
To bear bitter fruit of what you meant to me
Or was it slippin’ like permission am I trippin’ like Phil
I feel I’m grippin’ but maybe the transition
Still left out the life, also left out the will, grief
Will cheese never touch your teeth
Maybe like kosher beef
Is it real, is it real, is it real
Ha, hah!

How at the date can I make you my break
Cause I want you dear, ooh, I want you dear
The hell that we raised to the heavens make [?] for
Our petite mort, our petite mort

So glad you’re back, but not glad at that you’re [?]
Where is the glamour in collapse?
Where in the shatter of the facts shoves one back to a pattern of stab wounds
Swoon ridden goons consumed and driven mad soon
The attended years slowly fills with baboons
That other monkey business
Where killers go free cause a junkie’s a funky witness
Runny mascaras from the cunning mask wearers of death
Bygone errors, sittin’ like two oil derricks
Separated by a sea of cooling num nums
Reminiscing of an every day playing hum drum
Where recognition went unnoticed
And then solidified till it was stoic
We should’ve been poets
Somewhere between amateurs and grandmasters of iambic pentameter

How are your chains, do they make you behave
Keep you over here, by your overseer
Fallen from grace down from heaven to memories [?]
La petite mort, la petite mort

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Lupe Fiasco lyrics
Album: Tetsuo & Youth