Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Form Follows Function, artist - Lupe Fiasco. Album song Food & Liquor II: The Great American Rap Album Pt. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.09.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 1st & 15th, Atlantic
Song language: English
Form Follows Function |
I’mma just go… And then we’ll figure it out from there |
They say form follows function |
And if you just function properly things will form themselves |
Yeah, that’s kind of what it is |
So on that note… America’s most |
First off gotta send shout outs to my niggas |
Then shout outs to my inner demon that be creepin' around my temple |
Ready to set me off like Vivica or make me cross like a crucifix |
Or the legs on a Buddhist sitter deep in thought |
Thinking as deep as the sea of salt |
And they sink in the same sea that we walk |
Not that we Jesus, we just don’t wait until it thaws |
But you can hold my hand like applause, pause |
With no homophobia involved |
Now if I would’ve said that you can hold my balls like VFW Halls |
That would’ve been the call, but naw |
You can’t see in ours, but we can see in yours |
You can’t see in ours cause ours is Kingdom Hall |
Yeah, just like that, we just let it roll, you know? |
Yeah, and check it, check it |
So when that pond thaws and it’s no longer Gretzky |
That’s when we jetski |
I gotta catch up to myself, I kind of left me |
Are the windows still blocked up? |
Let’s see |
Maybe see something we couldn’t view before |
Been in the stu all day cooking food for thought |
Now out the soup du jour for you and yours |
Might find sushi for your soul, we call that moving raw |
Lions won’t cross the line |
Cougars won’t move a paw |
Chickens won’t cross the road |
Dogs won’t roof at all |
Always had flow, just added a front door, roof, and walls |
Hotter than the fire that into which Koopa falls |
But that’s only if you super dawg |
Sicker than when you use your dog to do assaults |
You can never really tell just who’s the fraud |
Truth might still be alive like true and false |
That’s why I never really trust unless it’s Lu endorsed |
Sponsored by me and of course you know who enforced |
Now that’s three mis, like you warming up your vocal chords |
Add a fourth if your vocals hoarse |
Like Mister Ed |
Get out of pocket have a horse’s head in your bed |
Now that’s what I call a good night’s rest |
You know? |
You know, just plays like that |
When you just let it flow |
When you sit back and just let it go, you know? |
And now my vocals warm |
Add a fifth and a sixth now I’m ready to perform |
The Buddhist said that I am not reformed |
If I ever be reborn I keep coming back as me |
Well don’t forget the other five as we |
Weave the most wanted Angelina Jolies |
And Morgan Frees |
Send it around the room like we smoking trees |
But it’s no purple in the circle then there ain’t no rolling b’s |
Just spoken words, thought provoking reeds |
Hydro, I’m still strolling on the seeds |
Eye low, like the lotion from the leaves |
And to achieve it took a lot of token like Chuck E. Cheese |
All without touching weed |
But I’m still hungry and I’m having lunch for three |
This is my form, now what the function be |
And art what I draw |
And ooh, what I say like Imogen Heap |
Good night niggas, go to sleep |
You know? |
It’s like form follows function |
And if you function properly then |
The form will come out of it |
And whatever it is, it |
It just be what it is, you know? |