Lupe Fiasco — Rodney Lehman Bros Profited From Slavery & Other Tales

[Sample] Now, the story that might never have surfaced if someone hadn't picked up his home video camera. We've all seen the pictures of Los Angeles police officers beating a man that had just pulled over. The city's police chief said today that he would support criminal charges against some of the men [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Yo, yo Childhood hostile, ostrich, top down Rodney, cop, kick, chopstick, wok, cow Beef fried rice like, seaside sight night Speak rhyme, peak, prime, three times white knights They gon' beat him in the streets Light wrist, nightstick, demon's in the deets Swingin' at the King with every piece of their police Seethin' at the seam, bleedin' on the scene Leave him like Lehman brothers, need an intervene Rodney dropped an [?] quickly, trading slave-laid cotton Alabama manners, then moved up to New York To move the hot commodities even better than before Civil war saw change, envies of crackers To reinvent the death in the railroad with wackness Capitalising off blackness like nocturnal hunters Creeping in the jungles, numbers [Refrain: Lupe Fiasco] Beat him in the head Kick him in the neck, beat him on the leg Beat him on the head Kick him in the neck, beat him on the leg Is he alright? These two Hebrew Israelites We came from the end We ain't start the revolution just to make friends Came from the end We ain't start the revolution just to make friends [Sample] Now, the story that might never have surfaced if someone hadn't picked up his home video camera. We've all seen the pictures of Los Angeles police officers beating a man that had just pulled over. The city's police chief said today that he would support criminal charges against some of the men [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Ayy, ayy What he say? He say, he say, he say Last club, left the bathtub like a flash flood, baptismal Cats sizzle packs in the van, that's thizzle as Mac Dizzle Deal is half-pickled, jammed as bad pistols, the poorly dressed The correlated, the laureats No relation 'less he coronated the coronets as well Oswald Cobblepot, out-cold household Pepper pot lover, heartless man in a letter That's penned to Gwyneth Paltrow, ends justify the outro Black hue, Hugh Hefner to the heifers A boy cow, give out your L'Oreal story tales Brush blush on the rough cuts of the Maury fails You are not the cannon fodder, relax Catch me outside, how 'bout that? [Refrain: Lupe Fiasco] Beat him on the head Kick him in the neck, beat him on the leg Kick him in the head Beat him in the neck, kick him on the leg Yeah yeah yeah yeah [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] He said, make it art Resurrect souls like Jason [?] Life is never sacred but it's snipers out in Vegas Vincent wiping out the stages Background check for a chopper Watch as I pull out the pages, hope I don't hit watchlist CCW, subterfuge cops, oh no I got this Isabella's looking out the optics [Refrain: Lupe Fiasco] Like "shoot him in the head Shoot him in the neck, shoot him in the leg" [Sample] Now, the story that might never have surfaced if someone hadn't picked up his home video camera. We've all seen the pictures of Los Angeles police officers beating a man that had just pulled over. The city's police chief said today that he would support criminal charges against some of the men [Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco] Said, said zombie, I need brains Right on time like high-speed trains Pull up real slow like tai chi cranes That's an excellent Karate Kid reference But I'ma leave it there like negligence Focus on the dead that I said in my very first testament Re-animate it, roll-out minds, Frankenstein times Optimus Prime Zorro bombing on cars how I write these names Rail spike, snail life, I need change [Refrain: Lupe Fiasco] What they say, what they say Beat him in the head Beat him in the head Kick him in the neck, beat him on the leg Beat him til he dead Kick him in the neck, beat him on the leg Is he alright? These two Hebrew Israelites said Coming from the end We ain't start the revolution just to make friends Nah, nah Nah, nah [Verse 5: Lupe Fiasco] Sunset, Los Angeles Undressed like the sky put on a skirt to hurt the slum sets Then hit Hollywood Boulevard like spars Light taps that fight back, high heels covered in stars Lounge gowns standing downtown up in W. Dubois' Rolls Royce, Choice, the Hoist, and other comfortable cars Shooting club doormans, speaking love of the warfare What we're doing is ordering Ubers to Soho JoJo, everything is bizarre Malibu Member's Only sitting lonely in the Rolex, [?] Denny's mirage In-N-Out bagels, katsu your crab rolls East LA food truck, bossa nova maestros Half-glued eyes on the night time wide search Chanel purse gone down on the I-5 side Mulholland hilltop, house party chill spot Valley versus hills when there's a South Central wheel shop Saudis versus Persians, Hasidic temples [?] Santa Monica helicopters and Compton KJazz [Refrain: Lupe Fiasco] Kick him in the head Beat him on the back, beat him on the leg Is he alright? These two Hebrew Israelites were like Take him to the end We ain't start the revolution just to make friends Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah [Interlude: Lupe Fiasco] He said, rarify Earth Clarify the terrified turf, climate change, climate change Climate change, crying shames, client claims science names For phenomenon, the common looks like ComicCon The narrative is your momma's mom, grand Planned it out in Stanford, all while doing a Rubik's cube one-handed Even with a [?] in the ear, you wouldn't understand it Do it all, leave the tuba tomes and tuna homes and future bombs [Refrain: Lupe Fiasco] What he said? Kick him in the head Beat him on the back, beat him on the leg Is he alright? I asked these two Hebrew Israelites They said, maybe if he wins, but we ain't, we ain't, we ain't We ain't start the revolution just to make friends [Interlude: Lupe Fiasco] He said, rarify Earth Clarify the terrified turf, climate change, climate change Climate change, crying shames, client claims science names For phenomenon, the common looks like ComicCon The narrative is your momma's mom, grand Planned it out in Stanford, all while doing a Rubik's cube one-handed Even with a [?] in the ear, you wouldn't understand it Do it all, leave the tuba tomes and tuna homes and future bombs What he said? [Refrain: Lupe Fiasco] Kick him in the head Beat him on the back, beat him on the leg Is he alright? I asked these two Hebrew Israelites They said, maybe if he wins, but we ain't, we ain't, we ain't We ain't start the revolution just to make friends Just to make friends? No We ain't start the revolution just to make friends [Verse 6: Lupe Fiasco] Turkish, surface of the [?] On top like well known [?] spray On sight like L-O-O-K Lupe is the future, also look like Future if I put the dreads in a pony And wear the hat on, you wouldn't even know me Little question: What type of boat do vampires like? Blood vessels Couple pots and kettles, orchestral world record "Rickety rickety, rah rah" to the rescue Like the Ceaușescu death crew Dreams of more or less playing chess with his nephew No time for [?] making checks with his next move Might break a deck like WWF rules [Refrain: Lupe Fiasco] Beat him in the head Beat him on the neck, beat him on the legs Is he alright? These two Hebrew Israelites were like Maybe if he wins We won't start freedom fighting just to make friends We won't start freedom fighting just to make friends