| Black Panther, Black Panther, what do you see?
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| I see a dream ITAL watching over me
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| Back nigga
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| Yeah, hey, can we get a little break
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| From the cocaine and the kilos
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| Aiight nigga, we know
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| Aiight nigga, we know
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| Can we get a break from the strippers on the pill
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| Aiight nigga, we know
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| Okay nigga, we know
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| Hey shawty, ain’t no future in no gang-bang
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| And ain’t no manhood in no bang-bang
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| Ain’t no honor cleanin interstates inside a chain-gang
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| Know some rap niggas put that shit inside your mainframe
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| Pills make you stupid and liquor do the same thing
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| 'Raris too expensive and they way too hard to maintain
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| Get yourself a Camry, «nigga said a Camry?»
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| Watch that ho depreciate and then you’ll understand me
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| It’s called being fiscally responsible
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| Don’t let these lying images up in hip-hop here conquer you
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| The TV’s not your father fool, that video’s not your momma
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| Try your best to be a man and your worst to be a monster
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| May we have some roses for the ladies
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| A little appreciation for the gentlemen
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| And here’s some kisses for the babies
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| Some peacenality for the whole wide-wide-wide world
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| More patience to the youth, sympathy for the poor
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| Empathy for the old, more justice for the down and pressed
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| Treat no liar ITAL, AY-YAH!
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| I know you’re sayin', «Lupe rappin 'bout the same shit»
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| Well, that’s 'cause ain’t shit changed, bitch
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| And please don’t excuse my language
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| Cause I would hate for you to misrepresent
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| The true expression of my anguish
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| And by this far I ain’t shocked, upset, or appalled
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| I’m ashamed, bitch
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| I can’t listen if you ain’t sayin shit
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| And recognize all this emptiness is dangerous
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| Ain’t buildin up they confidence, we teachin 'em that they ain’t shit
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| If they ain’t got the latest that they saw on someone famous
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| Mercy of the Lord on this double-edged sword
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| Instead of askin where the hoes is
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| Maybe maybe we could ask for roses
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| Called the President a terrorist
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| Corporate sponsors like, how the fuck you gon' embarrass us?
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| Ain’t my fault, I was just repeatin this
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| Professor emeritus from America
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| But my tone was like an Afghani kid without a home
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| Blew that bitch up with a drone
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| An Iraqi with no daddy, Palestinian throwing stones
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| The fuck you think they call him, I’mma leave that all alone
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| Cause this, the focus on this new shit is that hopeless
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| Place that I was born into systematic brokeness
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| Took that downpression and developed it to dopeness
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| It’s that great American rap-rap ferocious |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song ITAL (Roses) , by - Lupe Fiasco. Song from the album Food & Liquor II: The Great American Rap Album Pt. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп