Lupe Fiasco, Soul Khan, Math Hoffa, Loaded Lux - Punchlines lyrics

Yeah, yeah loops, math hoffa, soul khan
JUSTICE, LUX

Beloved! My life's a knockout
I'mma punch in 'til I clock out
I stuck with it like the
Plastic on my mom's couch
Eff with it if you rappers
Know what i'm 'bout
(All I got to show for) All
These people I drive out wind up
Or spring door-drawer rappers I springboard
World-at your-fingertips shit 'til I
Cut the ring off, champ! (mean)
All my lyrics poignant, disappointment (mean)
When all of these niggas
Pointing could get appointments
Sense of a nigga asking for 40!
But it ain't like any of you
Niggas could rap it for me (facts)
Facts of the story, I'm going out so glorious
Notorious, all warriors know orators
Spit it for young critics
Sketching from my reflection
My manual's a solar panel
Wait 'til my son get it
My energy take the imagery, main industry
I think Math thought we were
Stealing the game literally!
I physically spoke to him before that round
You know, when we try to build
Don't let the Joneses get you down

Lupe sent ya mans a track
All I needed was a chance to rap
I made bands with Smack
Wham bam, now I'm banned from SMACK
What Imma do next? The answer's crack!
(Hol' up) do next, the answer's crack!
Heads turn a little harder when
You stand for facts
Niggas lying so bad, hope you cramp your back
From the hood, where we can't relax
Seen your man relapse
These punchlines I can't retract
I put the lean on the pimp
See 'em dancers slacks (my bad)
That's wack now my knuckles gotta bump 'em
With the boom boom
Me countdown, me come from Brooklyn!
I just came to represent weed
Get my mama out the P's, and niggas hating
You see the dedication
Seeming like they seek my resignation
'Cause the streets need a cleaner reputation!
I see you niggas faking
I'm Moses: I need a separation in the end
I just keep my reservation 'fore

I be a mental patient
Why they trying to hate on your bro!?
I need a beat like a creep date raping a hoe
Glory-hole-ass rappers still waiting to blow
I bring them bars back
Like you violated parole! (Whoa)
Blame it on them rough blocks
Razor blades trying to put me in a lunch box
I got a heater turn Peter: nigga, guns pop!
Why step to me? You might as well cumshot!
My destiny is on top
I don't got no time to fail
Devil want my soul, no kind of sale
Can't pimp a Mac, go find a Dell
It's all over: showtime, Adele!

Now I ain't got a catchy song
To make y'all love me
My lines fish hook you 'til
Your face all bloody
Son, you're fornicating with a
Force of nature, formulated
When the dude would sport a pager
And Taye rocked Rugbys
It's Hugo Boss, screw your squad
I push them to the sky rim with a fus-roh dah
And he got hella style to bring
'em in like Ellis Island
Fuck asking "Who's your daddy?"!
Son, who's your god!?
I ain't here to fill a quota
I'm here to spill a soda in
The memory of every rapper
They should've told ya I am not a human
That's an illusion, I am the End of Days
See you let this plague on
The wings of the Enola
Well, I know you wanna hear some punchlines
Lu! But nowadays
It's kind of hard to be a punchline dude
I mean my double-a time just
Could be tougher to contra

The truth could hit him harder
Than them punchlines do
Who got a vendetta? YOU!? Better
Get a deathbed or two if I get it crackin'
You better expect tentacles
Homie, I can multiply
You could have sent ten of you
I will outlast you, past my centennial
Talk about New York
But still we're the Mecca
And you don't know the time
Like you still wearing Mecca
My righteous words reach you
Through these Heisenberg features
So, I know I'm going to blow
Up like the wheelchair of Hector
Shorty screaming like she in the hentai biz
What the fuck!? Did y'all forget
Who the heck I is!?
I will burn your house down
Like it's Left Eye's crib
And then move your family up
To where Left Eye lives!
Respect on the rise, but the money stay still
I'm 28, sitting on 28 bills
Son, I can't chill if
My cupboard ain't filled
Man, I wonder when they're gonna
Make the Hunger Games real!

(We need more shit like this man)
Uh yea, 30 bars to go
And whats a cool heart to 30 carts of coal
And whats a cool car when air part is poor
And the poor part means air part is cold
And the cold part is air parts a stove
So everything of them is oven
Also something to understand
What I say is ice trays
And Muffin pans also everything other than's
Well let's call it baked Alaska
Sriracha on the rocks a frozen
Yogurt on the woks, stop
Even rejection is perfection when
I'm thru with rhymes
They cut the floors out my cutting room
Just to make them out the
Doors of the Guggenheim raps catholic church
Discarded bars would kill just to
Get back in my verse
Now what you just observed is
You listening to some shit
That you've never heard and just
To make it cray

I was talking about some shit
That I would never say
In a playing song by the
Song that i'd never play
Yeah, even my wrong turns is a better way
Long term, i just come around the corner
Like the letter J so I'm on the right track
Even when I'm led astray
Like misdirected lead let out of the letter K
Slang for chopper, not slang for throw it
If i had a knife you wouldn't even know it
You knockers on flows for those
Just to bring it back
You know how to say silent
K's and reattach chakras
Oh that's a lot to say
You never seen him before
Hanging in the hood just like three in a row
Snakes after I just like a G and a Joe
Check out my new chain
I hang a tree from my throat
Hanging a T from a rope, take it from me
I'm a bit crazy or you could hear it from
The hoes like Dick Tracy lU