Lupe Fiasco - Kara Walker lyrics

All blood Trip and get the power stripped from the small plug All black everything, throwaway, wall rub Head on my shoulder 'til its all shrug Play the whole role, golf ball to a golf club Get that If you bit fat with the chit chat Listen to Ab-Soul 'til you six-pack That's Kit Kats, now you {?} clean Take head off shoulders just to place them on guillotines I'm from an era where they picked us up in limousines Still I persevere, network like tennis teams In modern day But now it's Jets though Age can be a klepto, apologize for my rеtro That textbook F flow if let go can turn little hubs to X O In onе swipe of a Metro That's a champagne train of thought Talk a awfully Kara Walker off-the-wall author With no competitors, I play both sides I'm a Wall Street bet, Reddit editor Plus the secretary of treasury, et cetera, et cetera God Bless the United States of America Goodnight