Lupe Fiasco - Of lyrics

Young peerer over Dilla
Behind the mic like the wheel
Of a vehicular killer the threading
Put it together like a
Three minutes to wedding
In less than three minutes of meddling
Over melody and grand piano peddlings
I do represent the mind like IQs

Intelligent signs in our kinds of haiku
Cobra Kai turn high top fade to Caillou
Who inspect a man stance and fight the kaiju
Way beyond a hundred kicks
Breaking bottom bricks and he on number six
This is that "there should be a name for it"
Hideo should go and make a game for it
Mama should make you change for it
Kinda rap that sends jaguars running
Back into the rain forest plans over panic
When Superman scans deadpan over planets
Make the fat man hand over the ham

Jam and lamb and Spam sandwich
A face black eyes and hand-to hand damage
Make ‘em believe you can manage
To have swam the span, fam
It's Sesame the bird big
And the master plan mammoth yeah! (Pharaoh)