| Song | Mural |
| Artist | Lupe Fiasco |
| Album | Tetsuo & Youth |
| [ti:Mural] | |
| [ar:Lupe Fiasco] | |
| [al:Tetsuo & Youth] | |
| [01:08.70] | We're all chemicals, vitamins and minerals |
| [01:11.71] | Vicodin with inner tubes, wrapped around the arm |
| [01:14.29] | To see the vein like a chicken on the barn |
| [01:17.05] | Top Cat chat, let's begin another yarn |
| [01:20.36] | That's flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'? |
| [01:23.20] | But roosters don't fly like boosters don't buy |
| [01:26.07] | So what powers cowards to get them to the top |
| [01:28.71] | Just to fall asleep listening to Bach? |
| [01:31.36] | The ribbon in the sky is the riddim that I drop |
| [01:33.99] | Dribbling the eye across the prism of a clock |
| [01:36.96] | That lacks meaning, but racks up stacks of fat reading |
| [01:40.08] | They catch Chief and wrapped up plants from trap dealings |
| [01:44.24] | Now what's a coffin with a scratched ceiling? |
| [01:46.98] | And what's the talking without the match feeling |
| [01:49.61] | That's buried living? And cherry picking |
| [01:51.41] | Every lemon from your berry system |
| [01:53.02] | Then proceed with the pack feeding |
| [01:55.07] | When I was young I had visions of another world |
| [01:57.70] | Sneaking looks at the porn stash of my brother Hurl |
| [02:00.64] | Incense smoke made vortices and other curls |
| [02:03.29] | Casting calls from porn films and ad space for rubber girls |
| [02:06.92] | I like my pancakes cut in swirls |
| [02:09.55] | Moroccan moles and undercover squirrels |
| [02:12.13] | I like cartoons, southern cities with large moons |
| [02:14.70] | Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers and art booms |
| [02:18.61] | Apologize for my weird mix |
| [02:21.05] | What taste like hot dogs and tear drips |
| [02:23.92] | And looks like pantomime and clear bricks |
| [02:26.46] | And smells like shotguns and deer piss |
| [02:29.11] | They on their hunt, kind of salty that I'm going hard |
| [02:31.78] | First part of a party, that I throw in parts |
| [02:34.63] | One minute you're playing pool, next minute you're throwing darts |
| [02:37.01] | But that's how you do with a party that you throw in bars |
| [02:40.33] | I run the Gambit like I'm throwing cards |
| [02:43.30] | From popular mechanics to overdosing hearts |
| [02:45.67] | Paint cold pictures like Nova Scotia landscapes |
| [02:48.43] | Nerd gang, make Mandelbrot sets when we handshake |
| [02:51.76] | A word game back up plan that can dam lakes |
| [02:54.34] | Backup the wordplay playing at the man's states |
| [02:57.35] | Means I can still be the man if the dam breaks |
| [03:00.07] | And when demand brakes I'm reflectious, what they can't face |
| [03:02.79] | My peers will still treat the mirror like it's a fan base |
| [03:05.57] | The unfettered veteran, the eagle feathered man of medicine |
| [03:09.04] | That hovers above cities like weather men |
| [03:11.54] | And maybe weather woman |
| [03:12.85] | Whatever better to tell ya weather comin' |
| [03:14.40] | I prefer girls to reign all over the world |
| [03:16.65] | And not rain like, rain man or rain like rain dance |
| [03:19.85] | Or rain like a slight chance of rain when it's raining |
| [03:22.53] | Or rein like deer slaves to Santa Claus sleigh man |
| [03:25.58] | But reign like Queens that reign over made man |
| [03:28.65] | And not Queen like Queen killer, rhapsody bohemian Queen |
| [03:31.83] | But Queen, like white glove wave hand, and not wave hand, like it's a heat wave |
| [03:36.49] | So you make a fan by waving your hand, I'm talking wave, like you saying, "Hey man!" |
| [03:40.89] | And not hay for horses,and hoarse like you almost voiceless |
| [03:44.17] | You gotta treat your vocal chords, like it's a fortress |
| [03:46.24] | And treat every single one of your words, like reinforcements |
| [03:48.53] | And especially when you're recording |
| [03:50.33] | Cause that's the portion that's important |
| [03:51.65] | When I was reporting, that I was poor,but now I'm more than (poor) |
| [03:54.57] | It's still hooker heels, on my sugar hills, and sweet spots |
| [03:57.39] | Crying shames, make margarita rims, from cheap tops |
| [04:00.20] | Deep plots, in floor to ceiling windows, for my peep pots |
| [04:02.97] | A little scene, with the sickle swings, to make the wheat drop |
| [04:05.76] | And a hundred words, for them hummingbirds, that like to eavesdrop |
| [04:08.68] | And fan out, like peacocks, with a parakeet that beat box |
| [04:11.47] | So the sun rise, when the beat drops, and the sun dies. when the beat stops... |
| [04:16.37] | Then it unties, then it relocks, then it relapsed, then it detox |
| [04:19.60] | Then heat back, like a heat pack, on his knee caps of the weak spot |
| [04:22.42] | Cause he want what we got, like yeah |
| [04:35.90] | Then forge poetry, like a young honorary, Morrissey |
| [04:38.06] | Then spit it to the golden locks thots, who like their porridge all watery |
| [04:41.33] | Not scorching, nor sorbet-y |
| [04:42.95] | From the steel orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery |
| [04:45.71] | Coming down gorgeously, just like a Stacey Dash waterfall |
| [04:49.28] | A more torturing, a water-boarding, Barbie doll |
| [04:52.06] | A river of women, like a Brazilian Carnival |
| [04:54.92] | Swimming in feminine bikinis, made out of Barbasol |
| [04:59.95] | Somebody give them the volleyballs |
| [05:01.65] | If you love her, don't ever send her to Mally Mall's |
| [05:04.11] | Homie, if she lonely she might end up in Macauly's claws |
| [05:06.56] | Coming out the closet over goblets, down at Madri Gras |
| [05:10.10] | The fame, champagne, walk of shame lobby call |
| [05:12.62] | My rap position, was black condition, and activism |
| [05:15.28] | Ammunition for abolition, missions attacking systems |
| [05:18.00] | But they're not apt to listen, unless it's dropping on Activision |
| [05:20.77] | Are we apps, or are we bodies filled with apparitions? |
| [05:23.83] | Operating applications, stuck inside an Apple prison |
| [05:26.36] | Chicken hack, and download updates that lack religion |
| [05:29.28] | Or are we more... |
| [05:32.94] | ...Than soil tainting,disloyal changelings |
| [05:34.58] | Preoccupied with boy and Goyle chasing, and foiling other's royal saintings? |
| [05:37.66] | I sit back and watch the world, through the eye holes, in my oil paintings |
| [05:40.80] | Uhhh!Ain't nothin' to it, but to do it |
| [05:43.14] | Unless you Virgin Mary, nothin' do it but the truest |
| [05:46.12] | Believe all that, unless you Jewish |
| [05:49.47] | Life is not a dictionary, it's a thesaurus |
| [05:52.35] | And I feel like a missionary, to a clitoris |
| [05:54.78] | The water bearer, heir of traditions, that I swear to never change |
| [05:58.40] | My chair position, or conditions of my porridge |
| [06:00.51] | Submission for sedition, against the religion of a chorus |
| [06:03.06] | Keep them golden weave thieves, out the mothafuckin' forest |
| [06:06.15] | As I perform a nerve storm, I prefer my pictures in word form |
| [06:11.18] | Bury the hatchet, like how a bird born |
| [06:13.41] | As I paint cold pictures, like Kool-Aid facing condensation |
| [06:16.80] | Having conversations with flavorful combinations |
| [06:19.11] | Slave to my concentration, so that's OJ da Juiceman, meetsOJ with two hands |
| [06:23.63] | And two gloves, that's too snug, to judge who was, who drew blood |
| [06:26.90] | And, Lupe look at all these toucans, in a cemetery full of tomahawks |
| [06:32.57] | Giving middle fingers, to the pigeons doing somersaults |
| [06:35.29] | Road runners don't fall off cliffs, they run across |
| [06:38.08] | Anomalies by the colony, flukes by the reservoir |
| [06:40.83] | Wildin' pursuers end up as poofs, on the desert floor |
| [06:43.93] | Levitating youths, who know the truth of where the fountain hides |
| [06:46.96] | Buccaro roof painting tunnels, onto the mountain sides |
| [06:49.63] | A thousand parts, a pound of heart, an ounce of eyes |
| [06:52.75] | Announcing now, the doubt in mouth, pronounces a count of lies |
| [06:55.31] | Chocula Counts, by the count of five |
| [06:59.08] | Refrigerator roof, full of animals and monsters |
| [07:01.23] | Incinerator chutes and the manual for Contra |
| [07:04.32] | Assorted memories from my childhood |
| [07:07.54] | Absorbing energy from the wild woods |
| [07:10.47] | Electronic combat Konami sign contract |
| [07:12.84] | Chinese chalk killing cucarachas on contact |
| [07:16.53] | Chicago, spray gun aficionado |
| [07:18.54] | Efficient spitting bridging divisions isn't Chicano |
| [07:21.45] | Who’s the Boss? If isn't Alyssa Milano |
| [07:24.02] | Dudikoff, ninja mission into the Congo |
| [07:27.14] | Polarize envy of the older guys |
| [07:29.46] | Black obi, shinobi hittin' Kenno in the face with all my throwin' knives |
| [07:32.94] | Sub-zero guiding, hiding, riding in the pack as well |
| [07:35.94] | Sound village, Leaf village, wolf spirit, magic spells |
| [07:38.86] | Dodging rain and catching hail |
| [07:41.60] | Faces need samurais to catch the L |
| [07:44.67] | Special research vessels made for catching whales |
| [07:47.21] | Filet-o-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered with extra sails |
| [07:50.33] | Rewrite history, liberty needs a better bell |
| [07:52.59] | Maybe harder irons and carbon fibers that never fail |
| [07:55.35] | Smarter science mixed with a odd alliance of fairy tale |
| [07:58.73] | Or maybe just a metal pail you hit with steel tools |
| [08:01.54] | To announce that you've had enough and dropping out of SEAL school |
| [08:04.21] | Just like trout jumping out their house to let their gills cool |
| [08:07.44] | Cuba-scuba couldn't take the temperature of my skill pool |
| [08:10.62] | I said it feels cool to kill fools |
| [08:13.38] | Slipping through the cracks like when you try to grill gruel |
| [08:16.09] | Techno Viking water bottle and not following pill rules |
| [08:18.81] | Will have you off of the throttle when you should be modelin' chill mood |
| [08:21.57] | Roller skater maker or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes |
| [08:24.56] | Overweight taster of kings food that kills crews |
| [08:27.38] | Oblivious feather-weight baker who autographed cakes whenever his quill moves over your milieu |
| [08:32.85] | Simple as a Buddhist monk in a temple standing in some heel groove with the abbot, practising stillness |
| [08:39.04] | Real still til' he realizes his realness |
| [08:41.80] | Defeat Samsara, achieves nirvana and brilliance |
| [08:44.52] | Yeah! |
| ti: Mural | |
| ar: Lupe Fiasco | |
| al: Tetsuo Youth | |
| [01:08.70] | We' re all chemicals, vitamins and minerals |
| [01:11.71] | Vicodin with inner tubes, wrapped around the arm |
| [01:14.29] | To see the vein like a chicken on the barn |
| [01:17.05] | Top Cat chat, let' s begin another yarn |
| [01:20.36] | That' s flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'? |
| [01:23.20] | But roosters don' t fly like boosters don' t buy |
| [01:26.07] | So what powers cowards to get them to the top |
| [01:28.71] | Just to fall asleep listening to Bach? |
| [01:31.36] | The ribbon in the sky is the riddim that I drop |
| [01:33.99] | Dribbling the eye across the prism of a clock |
| [01:36.96] | That lacks meaning, but racks up stacks of fat reading |
| [01:40.08] | They catch Chief and wrapped up plants from trap dealings |
| [01:44.24] | Now what' s a coffin with a scratched ceiling? |
| [01:46.98] | And what' s the talking without the match feeling |
| [01:49.61] | That' s buried living? And cherry picking |
| [01:51.41] | Every lemon from your berry system |
| [01:53.02] | Then proceed with the pack feeding |
| [01:55.07] | When I was young I had visions of another world |
| [01:57.70] | Sneaking looks at the porn stash of my brother Hurl |
| [02:00.64] | Incense smoke made vortices and other curls |
| [02:03.29] | Casting calls from porn films and ad space for rubber girls |
| [02:06.92] | I like my pancakes cut in swirls |
| [02:09.55] | Moroccan moles and undercover squirrels |
| [02:12.13] | I like cartoons, southern cities with large moons |
| [02:14.70] | Faith healers, exfemale drug dealers and art booms |
| [02:18.61] | Apologize for my weird mix |
| [02:21.05] | What taste like hot dogs and tear drips |
| [02:23.92] | And looks like pantomime and clear bricks |
| [02:26.46] | And smells like shotguns and deer piss |
| [02:29.11] | They on their hunt, kind of salty that I' m going hard |
| [02:31.78] | First part of a party, that I throw in parts |
| [02:34.63] | One minute you' re playing pool, next minute you' re throwing darts |
| [02:37.01] | But that' s how you do with a party that you throw in bars |
| [02:40.33] | I run the Gambit like I' m throwing cards |
| [02:43.30] | From popular mechanics to overdosing hearts |
| [02:45.67] | Paint cold pictures like Nova Scotia landscapes |
| [02:48.43] | Nerd gang, make Mandelbrot sets when we handshake |
| [02:51.76] | A word game back up plan that can dam lakes |
| [02:54.34] | Backup the wordplay playing at the man' s states |
| [02:57.35] | Means I can still be the man if the dam breaks |
| [03:00.07] | And when demand brakes I' m reflectious, what they can' t face |
| [03:02.79] | My peers will still treat the mirror like it' s a fan base |
| [03:05.57] | The unfettered veteran, the eagle feathered man of medicine |
| [03:09.04] | That hovers above cities like weather men |
| [03:11.54] | And maybe weather woman |
| [03:12.85] | Whatever better to tell ya weather comin' |
| [03:14.40] | I prefer girls to reign all over the world |
| [03:16.65] | And not rain like, rain man or rain like rain dance |
| [03:19.85] | Or rain like a slight chance of rain when it' s raining |
| [03:22.53] | Or rein like deer slaves to Santa Claus sleigh man |
| [03:25.58] | But reign like Queens that reign over made man |
| [03:28.65] | And not Queen like Queen killer, rhapsody bohemian Queen |
| [03:31.83] | But Queen, like white glove wave hand, and not wave hand, like it' s a heat wave |
| [03:36.49] | So you make a fan by waving your hand, I' m talking wave, like you saying, " Hey man!" |
| [03:40.89] | And not hay for horses, and hoarse like you almost voiceless |
| [03:44.17] | You gotta treat your vocal chords, like it' s a fortress |
| [03:46.24] | And treat every single one of your words, like reinforcements |
| [03:48.53] | And especially when you' re recording |
| [03:50.33] | Cause that' s the portion that' s important |
| [03:51.65] | When I was reporting, that I was poor, but now I' m more than poor |
| [03:54.57] | It' s still hooker heels, on my sugar hills, and sweet spots |
| [03:57.39] | Crying shames, make margarita rims, from cheap tops |
| [04:00.20] | Deep plots, in floor to ceiling windows, for my peep pots |
| [04:02.97] | A little scene, with the sickle swings, to make the wheat drop |
| [04:05.76] | And a hundred words, for them hummingbirds, that like to eavesdrop |
| [04:08.68] | And fan out, like peacocks, with a parakeet that beat box |
| [04:11.47] | So the sun rise, when the beat drops, and the sun dies. when the beat stops... |
| [04:16.37] | Then it unties, then it relocks, then it relapsed, then it detox |
| [04:19.60] | Then heat back, like a heat pack, on his knee caps of the weak spot |
| [04:22.42] | Cause he want what we got, like yeah |
| [04:35.90] | Then forge poetry, like a young honorary, Morrissey |
| [04:38.06] | Then spit it to the golden locks thots, who like their porridge all watery |
| [04:41.33] | Not scorching, nor sorbety |
| [04:42.95] | From the steel orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery |
| [04:45.71] | Coming down gorgeously, just like a Stacey Dash waterfall |
| [04:49.28] | A more torturing, a waterboarding, Barbie doll |
| [04:52.06] | A river of women, like a Brazilian Carnival |
| [04:54.92] | Swimming in feminine bikinis, made out of Barbasol |
| [04:59.95] | Somebody give them the volleyballs |
| [05:01.65] | If you love her, don' t ever send her to Mally Mall' s |
| [05:04.11] | Homie, if she lonely she might end up in Macauly' s claws |
| [05:06.56] | Coming out the closet over goblets, down at Madri Gras |
| [05:10.10] | The fame, champagne, walk of shame lobby call |
| [05:12.62] | My rap position, was black condition, and activism |
| [05:15.28] | Ammunition for abolition, missions attacking systems |
| [05:18.00] | But they' re not apt to listen, unless it' s dropping on Activision |
| [05:20.77] | Are we apps, or are we bodies filled with apparitions? |
| [05:23.83] | Operating applications, stuck inside an Apple prison |
| [05:26.36] | Chicken hack, and download updates that lack religion |
| [05:29.28] | Or are we more... |
| [05:32.94] | ... Than soil tainting, disloyal changelings |
| [05:34.58] | Preoccupied with boy and Goyle chasing, and foiling other' s royal saintings? |
| [05:37.66] | I sit back and watch the world, through the eye holes, in my oil paintings |
| [05:40.80] | Uhhh! Ain' t nothin' to it, but to do it |
| [05:43.14] | Unless you Virgin Mary, nothin' do it but the truest |
| [05:46.12] | Believe all that, unless you Jewish |
| [05:49.47] | Life is not a dictionary, it' s a thesaurus |
| [05:52.35] | And I feel like a missionary, to a clitoris |
| [05:54.78] | The water bearer, heir of traditions, that I swear to never change |
| [05:58.40] | My chair position, or conditions of my porridge |
| [06:00.51] | Submission for sedition, against the religion of a chorus |
| [06:03.06] | Keep them golden weave thieves, out the mothafuckin' forest |
| [06:06.15] | As I perform a nerve storm, I prefer my pictures in word form |
| [06:11.18] | Bury the hatchet, like how a bird born |
| [06:13.41] | As I paint cold pictures, like KoolAid facing condensation |
| [06:16.80] | Having conversations with flavorful combinations |
| [06:19.11] | Slave to my concentration, so that' s OJ da Juiceman, meetsOJ with two hands |
| [06:23.63] | And two gloves, that' s too snug, to judge who was, who drew blood |
| [06:26.90] | And, Lupe look at all these toucans, in a cemetery full of tomahawks |
| [06:32.57] | Giving middle fingers, to the pigeons doing somersaults |
| [06:35.29] | Road runners don' t fall off cliffs, they run across |
| [06:38.08] | Anomalies by the colony, flukes by the reservoir |
| [06:40.83] | Wildin' pursuers end up as poofs, on the desert floor |
| [06:43.93] | Levitating youths, who know the truth of where the fountain hides |
| [06:46.96] | Buccaro roof painting tunnels, onto the mountain sides |
| [06:49.63] | A thousand parts, a pound of heart, an ounce of eyes |
| [06:52.75] | Announcing now, the doubt in mouth, pronounces a count of lies |
| [06:55.31] | Chocula Counts, by the count of five |
| [06:59.08] | Refrigerator roof, full of animals and monsters |
| [07:01.23] | Incinerator chutes and the manual for Contra |
| [07:04.32] | Assorted memories from my childhood |
| [07:07.54] | Absorbing energy from the wild woods |
| [07:10.47] | Electronic combat Konami sign contract |
| [07:12.84] | Chinese chalk killing cucarachas on contact |
| [07:16.53] | Chicago, spray gun aficionado |
| [07:18.54] | Efficient spitting bridging divisions isn' t Chicano |
| [07:21.45] | Who' s the Boss? If isn' t Alyssa Milano |
| [07:24.02] | Dudikoff, ninja mission into the Congo |
| [07:27.14] | Polarize envy of the older guys |
| [07:29.46] | Black obi, shinobi hittin' Kenno in the face with all my throwin' knives |
| [07:32.94] | Subzero guiding, hiding, riding in the pack as well |
| [07:35.94] | Sound village, Leaf village, wolf spirit, magic spells |
| [07:38.86] | Dodging rain and catching hail |
| [07:41.60] | Faces need samurais to catch the L |
| [07:44.67] | Special research vessels made for catching whales |
| [07:47.21] | Filetofish ships seashepherded peppered with extra sails |
| [07:50.33] | Rewrite history, liberty needs a better bell |
| [07:52.59] | Maybe harder irons and carbon fibers that never fail |
| [07:55.35] | Smarter science mixed with a odd alliance of fairy tale |
| [07:58.73] | Or maybe just a metal pail you hit with steel tools |
| [08:01.54] | To announce that you' ve had enough and dropping out of SEAL school |
| [08:04.21] | Just like trout jumping out their house to let their gills cool |
| [08:07.44] | Cubascuba couldn' t take the temperature of my skill pool |
| [08:10.62] | I said it feels cool to kill fools |
| [08:13.38] | Slipping through the cracks like when you try to grill gruel |
| [08:16.09] | Techno Viking water bottle and not following pill rules |
| [08:18.81] | Will have you off of the throttle when you should be modelin' chill mood |
| [08:21.57] | Roller skater maker or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes |
| [08:24.56] | Overweight taster of kings food that kills crews |
| [08:27.38] | Oblivious featherweight baker who autographed cakes whenever his quill moves over your milieu |
| [08:32.85] | Simple as a Buddhist monk in a temple standing in some heel groove with the abbot, practising stillness |
| [08:39.04] | Real still til' he realizes his realness |
| [08:41.80] | Defeat Samsara, achieves nirvana and brilliance |
| [08:44.52] | Yeah! |