Lupe Fiasco — Carrera Luis Hamilton Jr.

[Intro] Night work Another one from Mama Electronica Peace and blessings! Yeah [Verse 1] Existential crisis Hip-hop treat him like a Christian at ISIS Eat his freeze pops with an icepick The word of the day is birds of prey, Harley bars Sturgis, in a flight With his devices, still getting service You might find shanks in my cell searches Compelled in the midst of this sickness, give birth to verses It hurts like a sea urchin, surface if you assertive I want a whale-tail Porsche with a burden of worthless purpose To bathe in the glow of the power of urban purchase Special like 38, maxwell burger plate Westside percolate, more Chicago than the murder rate Worth it like a broken weight, ergonomic Urkel Teach you how to purposely organize and sort all of your work in space Face ass, don't know how to make jazz There's a picture floating around of me and Elon in a spacecraft That's irrelevant but it's true, like a felon up in pelican settling in the SHU Air maximum, stand up in the chair, put my knife up in the vent just to rap to them Spirit animal buffalo, lyric level baffling Could've got murdered on madison, it occurred to me That's why I moved out of the way like castling On the back of my crafty little babbling Now I wanna drive a 911 like it's an emergency Turbo whining like burgundy, exhaust spitting like Curren$y Seat back like a root canal, direct from Germany Start a little war, and then a little insurgency Yeah!