Lyrics Cripple - Lupe Fiasco, Elena Pinderhughes

Cripple

Turn the beat up some more
Ay-yeah-yeah, anchors
Uh, rectangle full of color
Complicated man sits, dedicated to the rudder
Under Apollo, over feeling under as I swallow, Wadjet wallows
It’s said he looks for Yetis in tomorrow
And do-gooders become regretters for giving gobble
At the Oshawa in Park Slope
Broken dancers rather flatten carbos than work at Arco
Flippers who feat feets riff contortionists hips and Greece slippers
Tweezers release slithers
From lines with deep splinters, paws for sweet skippers
Another key-figure's of East River’s who eat liver and drink liquor
And root for bird due to an unconscious urge to beat niggas
Who prefer sweet, steep sleep and to pour holes with the east of police triggers
Sikhs at the hair show, Arabs at the airport, Caucasians in the projects,
niggas anywhere though
People lovingly exclaim
People lovingly exclaim
People lovingly exclaim
People…
Beauty is the largest, obstacle to obsess
Decorate the sergent, community resistance, and progress
Pull out game strong like the Waco Kid, but also like a life-guard
Now that don’t even make no sense-but since, if the swimmers ain’t got no rings
on
Don’t be a fag, let me stab that yoo-hoo in my ding-dong
Fruits of interracials, my banana’s bigger than King Kong
Both ways seem wrong like nobody in China is good at ping-pong
Seem wrong?
That’s evidence they shouldn’t be passing their genes on
That was racist, but I’ma run with it
Like every sagging pair of pants-ass that have a gun in it
So I undid it, like a Singapore with gum in it
Does that mean if I let you write that I can put my thumbs in it?
Uhn-nasty, but let the moment pass, only wave if they ask
And catch me at the scene of the crash, karma
They hate blood like Blade, so they hate 'cause like an English teacher grades
Beauty is the largest, obstacles to obsess
Diasporan sonnets, community resistance, and progress
People lovingly exclaim
People lovingly exclaim
People lovingly exclaim
People…
The city: population control, occupation parole
Hope the swayed persuades and this conversation cajoles
Not to be Enron, Alexander Hamilton to Cassandra’s Agamemnon
The environment is more than just a panda at the wind farm
Looks cool but it’s bull as cool fusers
And the abuse is fueled of duel-losers
To make fools of the schools and pool Bueller’s
The crusade delegislate oxygen
And put it in the box just like Desiree Washington
Fortune cookie, First Panda excellerate in profiting
Hope Santa fill my socks with highly-decorated moccasins
My, how the roles have reversed
So now we gotta eat 'em for dessert
Bop the kids just to free 'em from the curse
Dress up the thots in lingerie and feed 'em to Levert (uh-huh)
Beauty is the largest, organize the objects
Diasporan sonnets, community resistance, and progress
Diasporan sonnets, community resistance, and progress
Woah-the people lovingly exclaim (people lovingly exclaim)
People lovingly exclaim (people lovingly exclaim)
People lovingly exclaim (people lovingly exclaim)
Community resistance and progress
Pe-pe-people lovingly exclaim (people lovingly exclaim)