Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Emperor's Soundtrack, artist - Lupe Fiasco.
Date of issue: 26.06.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Emperor's Soundtrack |
I told you I would show up screaming out «FNF» 'til the world blow up |
They said I was so finished, I told 'em its show business |
Meanin there’s no business 'less Fiasco’s in it |
Disrespect the dress code; |
wear my street clothes in it |
Measured, sold, and clothed in it |
Opened up closed, after I entered and drove in it, like uhh |
Only fear God |
Know the weapons of the weak |
The weakness of the heart |
And never fall asleep |
Roll in it, music bumpin, windows tinted |
Through the good neighbourhoods and all of the woes in it |
Exerted control in it |
Seen it come and go, stolen and sold in it |
Diamond and gold plated |
Fountain of youth, dippin my toes in it |
Bounce in the booth, spit it like Skoal in it |
Putting my heart and my soul in it |
Cause |
Only fear God |
Know the weapons of the weak |
The weakness of the heart |
And never fall asleep |
Once upon a time, not long ago |
When the pusher man creep, where they live life po' |
With fifteen in the clip and one in the hole |
Hallway wall full of R.I.P.'s, some some of us know |
None of us know the makers of the toast |
Like the bottom of the stove that was used in the murderin' of the scroll |
Heart colder than Edy’s |
Won’t let the seedy city defeat me |
Rub me out like genies, won’t concede til I’m graffiti |
Nigga what |
Only fear God |
Know the weapons of the weak |
The weakness of the heart |
And never fall asleep |
I done bellowed, said «What up?» |
to the reaper |
Hell met like Riddell, then high-water, hello |
To the five-year-old gunshot hearer, I hear ya |
Clearer than the invisible man in the mirror |
Cheer up, I put it on the bars like beer nuts |
Put a bug in they ear, so from here up, they hear us |
Only fear God |
Know the weapons of the weak |
The weakness of the heart |
And never fall asleep |
Once upon a time, not long ago |
When the pusher man creep, where they live life po' |
I put it on my grandmomma’s daughter |
I microphone control with the soul of slave hummin «Wadin in the Water» |
I author like D.W. |
brother, like a hustla' |
God place me in ya armor, I prescribe no partners |
I do it for the hood like a parka |
But tell my niggas not to shiver |
Only time we quiver like a archer is |
Only fear God |
Know the weapons of the weak |
The weakness of the heart |
And never fall asleep |
Here we are now, entertain us |
Change don’t change us |
Ever since the game trained us |
We came up like worms in the rain |
I dream my chain became a loose noose that was used to hang us |
So now, my insane brain, my 32 teeth |
And two feet creep like its Elm Street |
Cause |
Only fear God |
Know the weapons of the weak |
The weakness of the heart |
And never fall asleep |
Once upon a time, not long ago |
When the pusher man creep, where they live life po' |