| Physically here, mentally I’m up there somewhere
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| And I been thinking 'bout maybe coming down and hang around on the ground some
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| year
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| But this aint the one (no)
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| Having too much fun way up here on the Sun yo
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| They should really sell my CD’s at the gun show
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| A two-disc set is like Russian Roulette
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| Afghanistan Kino
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| If you wanna win then come in my casino
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| Pull up in a Porsche
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| Pull off in a Dino
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| Convention on the chinching I’m delivering the keynote
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| Rise… and shine, too
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| Kiwi I can see me in reflections from my fine shoes
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| I write with the same techniques they use to find jewels
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| Mine my own mind, until I find something that rhymes cool
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| Then hit James on line two tell him to send a track for me to rhyme to
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| A setting to attach all of the shine to
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| A diamond mine/mind, I can never Swarovski or rhine you, POW!
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| Wanna know, wanna know, why you’re breaking even?
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| Wanna know, wanna know, why you’re breaking down?
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| Perfect, Big Bang flow
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| Spitting out uni (verses) my old metaphors went off and joined the circus
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| They currently on tour on the planet of the Word-smiths
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| You can rally round me like I’m Sturgis
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| But when you go back to where you came from don’t tell nobody that you ever
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| heard this
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| Or I might bless you with my curses (thinner)
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| You should change your attitude or Hannibal is having you for dinner
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| Cannibalistic urges eating up this nonsense regurgitating purpose (inner/in a)
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| World done perfect (in my)
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| Mind so spotless like they Spic and Span’d and mopped it
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| It’s just clear it don’t mean that they washed it
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| Put it together like bolts, swing nuts and washers
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| We beefin' like Big Macs and Whoppers
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| At each other’s throats like butterfly collars
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| Or Siamese twins joined at the Medulla Oblongata
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| In a tuxedo
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| Going to the opera
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| Diamond mine mind only C-Z about me though is my initials
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| Zulu — Chaka, POW!
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| Wanna know, wanna know, why you’re breaking even?
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| Wanna know, wanna know, why you’re breaking down?
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| You protect it, you cherish and caress it
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| Your precious little ethic-less method
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| Been tryna take me off of my perspective
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| But I respect it
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| But I still give you F’s for effort
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| And the A’s for me
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| Extra credit
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| How I deflected, all praises be
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| To the most higher I admire
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| Never will I abide by ya
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| Cause you’re liar and you’re not my sire
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| Can’t buy me I just ride by ya
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| And I won’t bye-bye ya
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| I’ll buy your lighter and set it on FIRE! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Runaway: Lupe's Revenge (Lupe Fiasco vs. Unkle Reconstruction), artist - UNKLE. Album song The Answer EP, in the genre