Lupe Fiasco - Jedi Mind Tricks lyrics
Lupe Fiasco [Wasalu Muhammad Jaco] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lupe Fiasco - Jedi Mind Tricks lyrics]
They tryin' to censor the influencer
Just makes me sicker, influenza, yeah
I'll abide by the censorship
Soon as they ride I'll get
Back on my nigga shit can't reverse
The boy-game Advanced, complete the genesis
I've broke bread with societies menaces
I've dedicated sentences to the dead
And said hold your heads to
My niggas doin’ sentences
I send condolences to the victims but
Threats to the witnesses
On my path I was facing a paragraph, myself
So they sentiments is felt
When you hate your own
And discriminate of self
In a cell gotta make your home
Coz you might never make it home
Suicide on your side might commit
It with your belt keep your pants on homie
Streets are damn so lonely, like only
A bunch of niggas won’t help, nah
That’s the enemy of stealth
Plus if they get caught how you
Gonna keep your heart fatigue
The hustler’s diet is the enemy of health
Give you heart disease
Arteries hard but it's hard to
Leave the bread alone
Aren’t we hard headed, headed for harm
But don’t fret it homes
From the twist tied to the butt
We be rippin’ it up
From the horror to the cure
Don’t force the issue
To you my niggas in the war
May the force be with you
Just makes me sicker, influenza, yeah
I'll abide by the censorship
Soon as they ride I'll get
Back on my nigga shit can't reverse
The boy-game Advanced, complete the genesis
I've broke bread with societies menaces
I've dedicated sentences to the dead
And said hold your heads to
My niggas doin’ sentences
I send condolences to the victims but
Threats to the witnesses
On my path I was facing a paragraph, myself
So they sentiments is felt
When you hate your own
And discriminate of self
In a cell gotta make your home
Coz you might never make it home
Suicide on your side might commit
It with your belt keep your pants on homie
Streets are damn so lonely, like only
A bunch of niggas won’t help, nah
That’s the enemy of stealth
Plus if they get caught how you
Gonna keep your heart fatigue
The hustler’s diet is the enemy of health
Give you heart disease
Arteries hard but it's hard to
Leave the bread alone
Aren’t we hard headed, headed for harm
But don’t fret it homes
From the twist tied to the butt
We be rippin’ it up
From the horror to the cure
Don’t force the issue
To you my niggas in the war
May the force be with you