Lupe Fiasco - Thorns And Horns lyrics

(feat. Ab-Soul) [Lupe Fiasco] Read my lips, clarinet, talk that walk, pair of steps Two shots, parachutes, two drops, pair of troops New drops, wearin' roofs, full bloom, bearin' fruits Full moon put the where in wolves’, apparently put it in the air and shoot Heirlooms that's what I leave, heirlooms that's how I weave They don't care to you and that's hair to you, this what I breathe I'm the heir apparent from a pair of parents Taught me that sharin's carin' so I spread the bread out That's what I need To get in heaven that's when I bleed, get in hell when I breathe... Get it? Inhale, when I breathe Maybe you'll get it when I breathe, there's levels to this sh** And there's devils on the level of this b**h We all ball even the devil gotta pitch You fly so that's red bull and a fish You can have that, that's complimentary True story, documentary Ninja Turtle, sewer side Though continentally West Side [Hook] I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my head Living till I'm dead, yeah Show your respect [x5] (Bow down to the n***a with the horns on his head) (Everything red) Show no respect [x5] [Ab-Soul] I'm King James with a blunt lit, my name ring like a phone call It's only right that you meet defeat, I guess that's protocol Soulo ho, oh God, Lord knows like you never said yes Success, I'm on the verge-in, like I never had s** You upset as fake breasts, but don't stress, it looks good on you He couldn't get it understood, so I stood on him Food and liquor, in my belly, of the beast but you knew already I used to complain until planes I flew already Now I'm ready, amen, like one guy I'm so heavy Let's say tons, that's blasphemy, with eight guns, keep your machete Young mind, f** the world, that's an orgy with an OG Ironically, when you're high as me you, won't need floor seats This flow here for King Rich I won't stop 'till my team's richer Mind, body and spirit on top of the dollar, spinnin' My optimism is why I'm in this position You pray, I prey, it's just that I'm a lion bitin' his victim [Hook] I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my head Living till I'm dead, yeah Show your respect [x5] (Bow down to the n***a with the horns on his head) (Everything red) Show no respect [x5] [Ab-Soul/Lupe Fiasco] Pay homage, I ain't gotta plan it to play with comets Save your comments, trigger finger make you vomit Egghead just makin' omelets to move the chickens like Reaganomics This world so damn ugly I won't put make-up on it, just bein' honest Keys on us like dope dealers, open doors for the lost souls Ring on keys like Swizz Beatz, to make sure a n***a never lost those Amateurs get locked out, we janitors with the mops out Clean house, I used to wanna be the GOAT but I'm the Ox now Rap like I went to Oxford with ba*tards, threw Glocks on 'em Red and blue, now the cops on 'em, ayy n***a Hell yeah, you, with them dots on him, infraredin' you Intellectual like Inspectah Deck, protect your neck from Lu Cause we the children of the night! Of the livin' dead lookin' for some light I got some lean up in my Sprite I call it the Jesus Juice, Lu, what would Jesus do? Whoo! [Hook] I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my head Living till I'm dead, yeah Show your respect [x5] (Bow down to the n***a with the horns on his head) (Everything red) Show no respect [x5]