Lupe Fiasco - Mural lyrics

We're all chemicals, vitamins and minerals
And vicodin with inner tubes
Wrapped around the arm
To see the vein like a chicken on the barn
Top Cat chat, let's begin another yarn
That's flying saucer cheese
Or is it chicken parm'?
But roosters don't fly like
Boosters don't buy
So what powers cowards to get them to the top
Just to fall asleep listening to Bach?
The ribbon in the sky is
The ribbon that I drop
Dribbling the eye across the prism of a clock
That lacks meaning
But racks up stacks of fat reading
They catch Chief and wrapped up
Plants from trap dealings

Now what's a coffin with a scratched ceiling?
And what's the talking without
The match feeling
That's buried living, and cherry picking
Every lemon from your berry system
Then proceed with the pack feeding
When I was young I had
Visions of another world
Sneaking looks at the porn stash
Of my brother HurL
Incense smoke made vortices and other curls
Casting calls from porn films and
Ad space for rubber girls
I like my pancakes cut in swirls
Moroccan moles and undercover squirrels
I like cartoons
Southern cities with large moons
Faith healers
Ex-female drug dealers and art booms
Apologize for my weird mix
What taste like hot dogs and tear drips
And looks like pantomime and clear bricks
And smells like shotguns and deer piss
They on their hunt
Kind of salty that I'm going hard
First part of a party, that I throw in parts
One minute you're playing pool
Next minute you're throwing darts
But that's how you do with a
Party that you throw in bars

I run the Gambit like I'm throwing cards
From Popular Mechanics to overdosing heart
Hard paint cold pictures like
Nova Scotia landscapes nerd gang
Make Mandelbrot sets when we handshake
A word game back up plan that can dam lakes
Backup the wordplay ain't playing
That the man's states
Means I can still be the
Man if the dam breaks
And when demand brakes I'm reflectious
What they can't face
My peers will still treat the mirror
Like it's a fan base the unfettered veteran
The eagle feathered man of medicine
That hovers above cities like weather men
Or maybe weather woman
Whatever better to tell ya weather comin'
I prefer girls to reign all over the world
And not "rain" like "Rain Man"
Or rain like "rain dance"
Or rain like a "slight chance
Of rain" when it's rainin’
Or "rein" like deer slaves to
Santa Claus sleigh man
But "reign" like queens that
Reign over made man
And not "Queen" like "Queen

Killer Rhapsody Bohem’" Queen
But "queen" like white-glove-wave hand
And not "wave hand, " like it's a heat
Wave, so you make a fan by waving your hand
I'm talking "wave, " like you saying, "Hey
Man!" and not hay for horses or
"hoarsest" like you almost voiceless
You gotta treat your vocal chords
Like it's a fortress
And treat every single one of
Your words like reinforcements
And especially when you're recording
Cause that's the portion that's important
When I was reporting that I was poor
But now I'm more than
It's still hooker heels on my
Sugar hills and sweet spots crying shames
Make margarita rims from cheap tops
Deep plots
In floor to ceiling windows for my pee pots
A little scene, with the sickle swings
To make the wheat drop
And a hundred words, for them hummingbirds
That like to eavesdrop
And fan out like peacocks
With a parakeet that beat box
So the sun rise when the beat drop
And the sun dies when the beat stops
Then it unties, then it
Relocks, then it relapse, then it detox
Then heat back like a heat pack on
His knee caps of the weak spot
'Cause he want what we got, like yeah

Then forge poetry
Like a young ornery Morrissey
Then spit it to the golden locks thots
Who like their porridge all watery
Not scorching nor sorbet-y
From the steel orbitings, sorcerer of sorcery
Coming down gorgeously
Just like a Stacey Dash waterfall
A more torturing
A water-boarding Barbie doll
A river of women like Brazilian Carnival
Swimming in feminine bikinis made
Out of Barbasol
Somebody give them the volleyballs
If you love her
Don't ever send her to Mally Mall's
Homie, if she lonely she might
End up in Macauly's claws
Coming out the closet over goblets
Down at Mardi Gras
The fame, champagne, walk of shame lobby call
My rap position was black
Condition and activism
Ammunition for abolition
Missions attacking systems
But they not apt to listen
Unless it's dropping on Activision
Are we apps

Or are we bodies filled with apparitions?
Operating applications
Stuck inside an Apple prison
Chicken hackin’ download updates
That lack religion or are we more
Than soil tainting, disloyal changelings
Preoccupied with boy and Goyle chasing
And foiling other's royal saintings?
I sit back and watch the world through
Eye holes in my oil paintings
Uhhh! Ain't nothin' to it, but to do it
Unless you Virgin Mary
Nothin' do it but the truest
Believe all that, unless you Jewish
Life is not a dictionary, it's a thesaurus
And I feel like a missionary, to a clitoris
The water bearer, heir of traditions
That I swear to never change
My chair position or conditions
Of my porridge
Submission for sedition against the
Religion of a chorus
Keep them golden weave thieves
Out the mothafuckin' forest
As I perform a nerd storm
I prefer my pictures in word form
Bury the hatchet like how a bird born
As I paint cold pictures
Like Kool-Aid facing condensation
Having conversations with
Flavorful combinations

Slave to my concentration
So that's OJ da Juiceman
Meets OJ with two hands
And two gloves, that's too snug
To judge who was, who drew blood
And, Lupe look at all these toucans
In a cemetery full of tomahawks
Giving middle fingers to the
Pigeons doing somersaults
Road runners don't fall off cliffs
They run across anomalies by the colony
Flukes by the reservoir
Wildin' pursuers end up as poofs
On the desert floor levitating youths
Who know the truth of
Where the fountain hides
Buckaroo roof painting tunnels onto
The mountain sides
A thousand parts, a pound of heart
An ounce of eyes
Announcing now, the doubt in mouth
Pronounces out a count of lies
Chocula Counts by the count of five
Refrigerator roof
Full of animals and monsters
Incinerator chutes and the manual for Contra
Assorted memories from my childhood
Absorbing energy from the wild woods
Electronic combat Konami sign contract
Chinese chalk killing cucarachas on contact
Chicago, spray gun aficionado
Efficient spitting bridging divisions
Isn't Chicano

Who’s the Boss? If it isn't Alyssa Milano
Dudikoff, ninja mission into the Congo
Polarize envy of the older guys black obi
Shinobi hittin' Kenno in the face
With all my throwin' knives
Sub-zero, Gaiden, hiding
Raiden in the pack as well
Sound village, Leaf village, wolf spirit
Magic spells dodging Rain and catching hail
Faith seers need samurais to catch the L
Special research vessels made
For catching whales
Filet-o-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered
With extra sails
Rewrite history, liberty needs a better bell
Maybe harder irons and carbon
Fibers that never fail
Smarter science mixed with a odd
Alliance of fairy tale
Or maybe just a metal pail
You hit with steel tools
To announce that you've had enough and
Dropping out of SEAL school
Just like trout jumping out their house
To let their gills cool
Cuba-scuba couldn't take the temperature
Of my skill pool
Yeah, I said it feels cool to kill fools
Slipping through the cracks like when
You try to grill gruel

Techno Viking water bottle and
Not following pill rules
Will have you off the throttle when
You should be modelin' chill mood
Roller skater maker or are you
Just cobblin' wheel shoes
Overweight taster of kings food
That kills crews
Oblivious feather-weight baker who
Autographed cakes whenever
His quill moves over your milieu
Simple as a Buddhist monk
In a temple standing
In some heel groove with the abbot
Practising stillness
Real Steel til' he realize his realness
Defeat Samsara
Achieves nirvana and brilliance yeah!