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  • Lupe Fiasco – ANKH:HER

    [Verse 1]
    Balance
    A drunken ground for my niggas
    But what if up was down for the liquor?
    Then pour in something stiffer
    Filter mud from the champagne on blood
    Might just milk a tub out my hand vein
    Ivy league, I receive, Irie vibes
    What a dream! What I mean? Idealize
    You see the storm brewing way up in the heaven
    A statue wouldn’t mourn’em so I wake up to erect, damn
    And the bed made of women
    Who came first with a head made of chickens?
    Break the fast, break the mask on a egg-making mission
    With X-rated visions
    And the glass
    I wish that I could live inside jazz
    As hecklers shackle magpie
    Note-blowing standard
    Scat over improvised ragtime
    Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me back dime

    [Hook]
    Feather me or let it be
    (My nigga, what’s up?)
    Tether me or sever me
    (My nigga, what’s up?)
    Definitely won’t set me free
    (My nigga, what’s up?)
    No, she look like a set of keys
    (My nigga, what’s up?)

    [Verse 2]
    May I die from a hand that is not black
    Lie down my crown where Mike Brown dropped at
    At the spot where he was unchained
    To pour liquor on it and watch a King grow from the blood stains
    Then hug him, I’m just here, I ain’t here to judge him
    I hear the jeers, the cheers, I’m adjusted
    It’s the day, it’s judgement
    (Ankh:hers)
    For the sippers and the drinkers
    Lift her by the shoulders like hangers
    Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in their fingers
    Ambulance chasers bad chance ain’t no mash for the bangers
    Ash with a bad hand, cash for the danger
    Bottom made of glass, shake that ass for the strangers
    I’m on the wrath with the danglers, shaking my shaft
    You just bass to the anglers (hooked)
    Drift to mausoleum, shackle my feet in 1919
    Hollerin’ droppin’ cosmopolitans on the crime scene
    Xenophobian, hemoglobin soakin’ on white queens
    Pale-face invaders to foreign devils and gaijin

    [Hook]
    Feather me or let it be
    (My nigga, what’s up?)
    Tether me or sever me
    (My nigga, what’s up?)
    Definitely won’t set me free
    (My nigga, what’s up?)
    No, she look like a set of keys
    (My nigga, what’s up?)

    [Verse 3]
    Has the moon killed the sun yet?
    Over dim sum steamed bamboo basket bun sets
    A brisk run to keep the lungs fresh
    Hung sweats on the radiator
    Two shanks for the date rapers and baby tapers
    Clear the vision with the spit inside the aviators
    Legit but quit because the lick promised them pits of paper
    Will we eliminate the innovators?
    Will we commemorate the imitators?
    You are now set tripping with eliminators
    Life givin’ persimmons
    So now your lemons persimmon flavored
    Why you mixing different neighbors? Spike it
    Now the wrists are slitting razors
    (Ankh:hers)
    The benefits of red wine
    Drunken box thieves fighting bars to charge a dead mine
    Iron wing Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese chicken strips
    Well-designed to keep from liftin’ shit

    [Hook]
    Feather me or let it be
    (My nigga, what’s up?)
    Tether me or sever me
    (My nigga, what’s up?)
    Definitely won’t set me free
    (My nigga, what’s up?)
    No, she look like a set of keys
    (My nigga, what’s up?)


  • LUPE FIASCO – ANKH:HER lyrics

    Balance
    A drunken ground for my niggas
    But what if up was down for the liquor?
    Then pour in something stiffer
    Filter mud from the champagne on blood
    Might just milk a tub out my hand vein
    Ivy/IV league, I receive, I revives (?)
    What a dream! What I mean? Ideas (?)
    You see the storm brewing way up in the heaven
    A statue wouldn’t mourn’em so I wake up to erect’em/damn
    And the bed made of women
    Who came first with a head made of chickens?
    Break the fast, break the mask on a egg-making missions With X-rated visions
    And the glass
    I wish that I could live inside Jazz
    As hecklers (?)
    Note-blowing standard
    Scat over improvised ragtime
    Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me back (?)

    Feather me or let it be
    (My nigga, what’s up?)
    Tether me or sever me
    (My nigga, what’s up?)
    Definitely won’t set me free
    (My nigga, what’s up?)
    But you look like a set of keys
    (My nigga, what’s up?)

    May I die from a hand that is not black
    Lie down my crown where Mike Brown dropped at
    At the spot where he was unchained
    To pour liquor on it and watch a King grow from the blood stains
    Then hug him, I’m just here, I ain’t here to judge him
    I hear the jeers, the cheers I’m adjusted
    It’s the day, it’s judgement
    (Ankh:hers)
    For the sippers and the drinkers
    Lift her by the shoulders like hangers
    Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in their fingers
    Ambulance chasers bad chance ain’t no mash for the bangers
    Ash with a bad hand, cash for the danger
    Bottom made of glass, shake that ass for the strangers
    I’m on the wrath with the danglers, shaking my shaft
    Preaches baths to the anglers
    Drift to mausoleum, shackle my feet in 1919
    Hollerin’ droppin cosmopolitans on the crime scene
    Xenophobian, hemoglobin soakin’ on white queens
    Pale-face invaders to foreign devils and gaijin

    Feather me or let it be
    (My nigga, what’s up?)
    Tether me or sever me
    (My nigga, what’s up?)
    Definitely won’t set me free
    (My nigga, what’s up?)
    But you look like a set of keys
    (My nigga, what’s up?)

    Has the moon killed the sun yet?
    Over dim sum steamed bamboo basket bun sets
    A brisk run to keep the lungs fresh hung sweats
    On the radiator, two shanks for the date rapers and baby tapers
    Clear the vision with the spit inside the aviators
    Legit but quit because the lick promised the pits of paper
    Will we eliminate the innovators?
    Will we commemorate the imitators?
    You are now set tripping with eliminators
    Life given persimmons
    So now your lemons persimmon flavored
    Why you mixing different neighbors?
    Spike it
    Now the wrists are slitting razors
    Ankh:hers
    The benefits of red wine
    Drunken box thieves fighting bars to charge a dead mine
    Iron wing Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese chicken strips
    Well-designed to keep from liftin’ shit

    Feather me or let it be
    (My nigga, what’s up?)
    Tether me or sever me
    (My nigga, what’s up?)
    Definitely won’t set me free
    (My nigga, what’s up?)
    But you look like a set of keys
    (My nigga, what’s up?)


  • T.I. – Black Man (feat. Quavo, Meek Mill & Rara) (US Or Else: Letter To The System Album)

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop top
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    Is it because of my people?
    Is it because of my sneakers?
    Is it because of my jersey?
    It is because that I’m perfect?

    [Verse 1: Quavo]
    Ridin’ down 85, three in the morning
    Why you pull me over sayin’ you smell marijuana? (Smellin’ the gas)
    I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
    He said, "We ain’t in Cali nigga, get out, put your hands up"
    Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
    Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
    I told him can we split it, we gon’ shake ’em
    Nigga hit my phone when you made it (brrp)
    Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
    Naw I ain’t tell ya wrong, get the paper
    Been fightin’ too long against haters
    My attitude, yeah I’m going for the shaders

    [Verse 2: Rara]
    Live from the cracks of the concrete
    12 try to take a nigga off the street
    Make the gun sound off for Mike Brown
    Take a nigga life when you face down
    Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
    Gun by the window like Detroit Red
    Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
    And bet a nigga ass end up dead
    Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin’?
    Free that nigga Boosie, runnin’ at the police
    Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC
    Tryna keep a Phantom like DC
    Hangout the G like free Meek
    Kill a nigga reachin’ for a cell phone
    Hurt to tell his mama he ain’t comin’ home
    That’s why I stay strapped all summer long
    And you know it

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop top
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    Is it because of my people?
    Is it because of my sneakers?
    Is it because of my jersey?
    It is because that you nervous? (damn)

    [Verse 3: Meek Mill]
    Black man
    Running from the law like Pac-Man
    Try and throw the raw all in the trash can
    Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
    Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
    When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
    He feedin’ kids in jail if he wasn’t crackin’
    Too many felonies on my jacket
    All of my brothers turn to assassins
    We seen too many brothers get put in caskets
    Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
    In the graveyard back then
    I went from sittin’ on clubs to the cashmere
    You shoulda seen how I flossed on ’em last year
    Two Maybachs and I had a bad year
    Young nigga countin’ money like a cashier
    White man wanna pay me like I’m U-N-O
    Niggas wanna see me at my funeral
    Neither of my own homie wanna do me though
    Layin’ on my dog crib like I’m Snoopy though
    That’s my nigga, I ain’t even wanna do it though
    If I don’t do it, shit I know he gon’ do me though
    Cause he broke and he trippin’ ’bout stupid hoes
    But I’m a Don just like motherfuckin’ Julio
    Black man

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop top
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    Is it because of my people?
    Is it because of my sneakers?
    Is it because of my jersey?
    It is because that I’m perfect?

    [Verse 4: T.I.]
    Police see I got my hands up
    Still wanna kill me, they don’t understand us
    They be lookin’ for a reason just to shoot me
    And wanna do me how they do us in the movies
    Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge
    Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses
    Like I did cause I thought he had a pistol
    Or I did it cause I thought he was a Muslim
    My message to America, felon or death here
    The liquor we die, we just substances left here
    First you put us in a small hood
    And then you beat us and you treat us like it’s all good
    And then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally
    Killin’ nigga, no penalty, they can do that shit legally
    Bet I can make that ass think ‘fore you shoot
    You kill me, man there gon’ be more of some riotin’ and lootin’
    We say black lives matter, you say all lives
    But y’all ain’t the ones gettin’ hogtied
    Persecuted, executed, one day it gon’ be time for retribution
    Hope you don’t ever see your son in an institution
    I know karma is constant and God ain’t no nonsense
    You doin’ wrong just to run shit
    One day the time gon’ run out for the dumb shit
    Ain’t no deception, tryna get in Heaven
    You gettin’ nailed, bet it’s on your Mary
    And you know what you did for who how much you really care
    And what you really felt, he gon’ deny the opportunity to unify
    With people who look similar to you and I
    Cause he don’t wanna have a

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop top
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    Is it because of my people?
    Is it because of my sneakers?
    Is it because of my jersey?
    It is because that I’m perfect?
    Black man, drop top
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    Is it because of my people?
    Is it because of my sneakers?
    Is it because of my jersey?
    It is because that I’m perfect?


  • T.I. – Blackman (feat. Meek Mill, Quavo & Rara) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop top
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    Is it because of my people?
    Is it because of my sneakers?
    Is it because of my jersey?
    It is because that I’m perfect?

    [Verse 1: Quavo]
    Ridin’ down 85, three in the morning
    Why you pull me over sayin’ you smell marijuana? (Smellin’ the gas)
    I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
    He said, "We ain’t in Cali nigga, get out, put your hands up"
    Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
    Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
    I told him can we split it, we gon’ shake ’em
    Nigga hit my phone when you made it (brrp)
    Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
    Naw I ain’t tell ya wrong, get the paper
    Been fightin’ too long against haters
    My attitude, yeah I’m going for the shaders

    [Verse 2: Rara]
    Live from the cracks of the concrete
    12 try to take a nigga off the street
    Make the gun sound off for Mike Brown
    Take a nigga life when you face down
    Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
    Gun by the window like Detroit Red
    Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
    And bet a nigga ass end up dead
    Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin’?
    Free that nigga Boosie, runnin’ at the police
    Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC
    Tryna keep a Phantom like DC
    Hangout the G like free Meek
    Kill a nigga reachin’ for a cell phone
    Hurt to tell his mama he ain’t comin’ home
    That’s why I stay strapped all summer long
    And you know it

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop top
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    Is it because of my people?
    Is it because of my sneakers?
    Is it because of my jersey?
    It is because that you nervous? (damn)

    [Verse 3: Meek Mill]
    Black man
    Running from the law like Pac-Man
    Try and throw the raw all in the trash can
    Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
    Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
    When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
    He feedin’ kids in jail if he wasn’t crackin’
    Too many felonies on my jacket
    All of my brothers turn to assassins
    We seen too many brothers get put in caskets
    Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
    In the graveyard back then
    I went from sittin’ on clubs to the cashmere
    You shoulda seen how I flossed on ’em last year
    Two Maybachs and I had a bad year
    Young nigga countin’ money like a cashier
    White man wanna pay me like I’m U-N-O
    Niggas wanna see me at my funeral
    Neither of my own homie wanna do me though
    Layin’ on my dog crib like I’m Snoopy though
    That’s my nigga, I ain’t even wanna do it though
    If I don’t do it, shit I know he gon’ do me though
    Cause he broke and he trippin’ ’bout stupid hoes
    But I’m a Don just like motherfuckin’ Julio
    Black man

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop top
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    Is it because of my people?
    Is it because of my sneakers?
    Is it because of my jersey?
    It is because that I’m perfect?

    [Verse 4: T.I.]
    Police see I got my hands up
    Still wanna kill me, they don’t understand us
    They be lookin’ for a reason just to shoot me
    And wanna do me how they do us in the movies
    Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge
    Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses
    Like I did cause I thought he had a pistol
    Or I did it cause I thought he was a Muslim
    My message to America, felon or death here
    The liquor we die, we just substances left here
    First you put us in a small hood
    And then you beat us and you treat us like it’s all good
    And then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally
    Killin’ nigga, no penalty, they can do that shit legally
    Bet I can make that ass think ‘fore you shoot
    You kill me, man there gon’ be more of some riotin’ and lootin’
    We say black lives matter, you say all lives
    But y’all ain’t the ones gettin’ hogtied
    Persecuted, executed, one day it gon’ be time for retribution
    Hope you don’t ever see your son in an institution
    I know karma is constant and God ain’t no nonsense
    You doin’ wrong just to run shit
    One day the time gon’ run out for the dumb shit
    Ain’t no deception, tryna get in Heaven
    You gettin’ nailed, bet it’s on your Mary
    And you know what you did for who how much you really care
    And what you really felt, he gon’ deny the opportunity to unify
    With people who look similar to you and I
    Cause he don’t wanna have a

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop top
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    Is it because of my people?
    Is it because of my sneakers?
    Is it because of my jersey?
    It is because that I’m perfect?
    Black man, drop top
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    Is it because of my people?
    Is it because of my sneakers?
    Is it because of my jersey?
    It is because that I’m perfect?


  • T.I. – Black Man (feat. Quavo, Meek Mill & Rara) letras

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop top
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    Is it because of my people?
    Is it because of my sneakers?
    Is it because of my jersey?
    It is because that I’m perfect?

    [Verse 1: Quavo]
    Ridin’ down 85, three in the morning
    Why you pull me over sayin’ you smell marijuana? (Smellin’ the gas)
    I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
    He said, “We ain’t in Cali nigga, get out, put your hands up”
    Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
    Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
    I told him can we split it, we gon’ shake ’em
    Nigga hit my phone when you made it (brrp)
    Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
    Naw I ain’t tell ya wrong, get the paper
    Been fightin’ too long against haters
    My attitude, yeah I’m going for the shaders

    [Verse 2: Rara]
    Live from the cracks of the concrete
    12 try to take a nigga off the street
    Make the gun sound now for Mike Brown
    Take a nigga life when you face down
    Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
    Gun by the window like Detroit Red
    Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
    And bet a nigga ass end up dead
    Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin’?
    Free that nigga Boosie, runnin’ at the police
    Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC
    Tryna keep a Phantom like DC
    Hangout the G like free Meek
    Kill a nigga reachin’ for a cell phone
    Hurt to tell his mama he ain’t comin’ home
    That’s why I stay strapped all summer long
    And you know it

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop top
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    Is it because of my people?
    Is it because of my sneakers?
    Is it because of my jersey?
    It is because that you nervous? (damn)

    [Verse 3: Meek Mill]
    Black man
    Running from the law like Pac-Man
    Try and throw the raw all in the trash can
    Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
    Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
    When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
    He feedin’ kids in jail if he wasn’t crackin’
    Too many felonies on my jacket
    All of my brothers turn to assassins
    We seen too many brothers get put in caskets
    Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
    In the graveyard back then
    I went from sittin’ on clubs to the cashmere
    You shoulda seen how I flossed on ’em last year
    Two Maybachs and I had a bad year
    Young nigga countin’ money like a cashier
    White man wanna pay me like I’m U-N-O
    Niggas wanna see me at my funeral
    Neither of my own homie wanna do me though
    Layin’ on my dog crib like I’m Snoopy though
    That’s my nigga, I ain’t even wanna do it though
    If I don’t do it, shit I know he gon’ do me though
    Cause he broke and he trippin’ ’bout stupid hoes
    But I’mma die just like motherfuckin’ Julio
    Black man

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop top
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    Is it because of my people?
    Is it because of my sneakers?
    Is it because of my jersey?
    It is because that I’m perfect?

    [Verse 4: T.I.]
    Police see I got my hands up
    Still wanna kill me, they don’t understand us
    They be lookin’ for a reason just to shoot me
    And wanna do me how they do us in the movies
    Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge
    Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses
    Like I did cause I thought he had a pistol
    Or I did it cause I thought he was a Muslim
    My message to America, felon or death here
    The liquor we die, we just substances left here
    First you put us in a small hood
    And then you beat us and you treat us like it’s all good
    And then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally
    Killin’ nigga, no penalty, they can do that shit legally
    Bet I can make that ass think ‘fore you shoot
    You kill me, man there gon’ be more of some riotin’ and lootin’
    We say black lives matter, you say all lives
    But y’all ain’t the ones gettin’ hogtied
    Persecuted, executed, one day it gon’ be time for retribution
    Hope you don’t ever see your son in an institution
    I know karma is constant and God ain’t no nonsense
    You doin’ wrong just to run shit
    One day the time gon’ run out for the dumb shit
    Ain’t no deception, tryna get in Heaven
    You gettin’ nailed, bet it’s on your Mary
    And you know what you did for who how much you really care
    And what you really felt, he gon’ deny the opportunity to unify
    With people who look similar to you and I
    Cause he don’t wanna have a

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop top
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    Is it because of my people?
    Is it because of my sneakers?
    Is it because of my jersey?
    It is because that I’m perfect?
    Black man, drop top
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    There go the cops
    Is it because of my people?
    Is it because of my sneakers?
    Is it because of my jersey?
    It is because that I’m perfect?