Lupe Fiasco, Nayirah - SEATTLE lyrics

Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yay
Ayy, ay yeah yeah ayy, ayy
Ayy

I'd keep a secret, but I'm honest
If I ever go and leak it
May reactors go atomic over me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't believe in nothing solid
But, if we are trapped in here
I hope that we go supersonic when we think
Yeah yeah i kept my promise to the streets
(Streets, streets, streets, streets)
I kept my promise to the streets
(Streets, streets, streets, streets)
I kept my promise to thе streets
(Streets, streets, streets, streets)

To develop myself in a finе way
Life is a sine wave
Einstein mind in this time-space


When they try to keep, you gotta climb gates
Escape from a city that's
Defined by crime rate
Design trait's that minimize the grind
Then divide on your mind's states
Find breaks, gaps to recline safe
Resign a sign and rewind tapes
Get your line straight, recite it all right
Even if you gotta do it in nine takes
Be centered, remember where the mind's placed
How many more runners can the shrines take?
The ground don't know how the wine taste
When do niggas know to
Stop buying cakes? yeah

I'd keep a secret, but I'm honest
If I ever go and leak it
Maybe I'd just go atomic over me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't believe in nothing smaller
But, if we will try to heal
I hope we go supersonic when we leave
Yeah yeah i kept my promise to the streets
(Streets, streets, streets, streets)
I kept my promise to the streets
(Streets, streets, streets, streets)
I kept my promise to the streets
(Streets, streets, streets, streets)

To see my vampires in the sunlight
To look my eye, right in the suns
And bring all my knives to the gunfights
One life, live a hundred ways
But never break it down like gum bites
If done right, you'll be unliked
But you'll be unlike
When you gotta run where snares
On the drum type
Where they hung whites, psych
Where they hung blacks
Even hung like a black life is a batch
Don't come twice
You could light a fire with a thumb
Swipe but you need a lighter
If you got the motion
But none of the components
Then it's karaoke and it don't really
Matter if it's sung nice (Oh, woah)

I'd keep a secret, but I'm honest
If I ever go and leak it
Maybe I'd just go atomic over me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't believe in nothing smaller
But, if we will try to heal
I hope we go supersonic when we leave
Yeah yeah i kept my promise to the streets
(I kept my promise)
I kept my promise to the streets (Woah, woah)
I kept my promise to the streets

Cross my heart and I hope to
Cross my arm when I Osu
Add a little dollop of Dali
Then sell it all out at the O2
Computers ain't got no souls
But I be giving da'wah to the Pro Tools
Gotta control all your trolls
Don't sulk and soak in your socials
Let the punches break like Goju
Went from fish sticks to Nobu
I ain't afraid of no ghosts
Sticks still pick up fish like the old you
Bibimbap with the soju, Food & Liquor
That's Domu stand behind me like Jojo
Spirit bomb when I show you
Molotov cocktail, Goku
Bottlin' up what I go through
Westside Chicago, Lu', Lu', Lu', Lu'
(Lu', Lu', Lu', Lu')

This school here, I I feel
In our martial art adventures
We We sorta like, bring our history
Our culture you know
Into to our environment of the martial arts
We you know, our pain
Our suffering as a people
It's all in here, you see
So that's why we try to, like the army says
"Be the best that you can be"
We We try to be the best of
Of artists that we can be
So the arts to me is is a, uh
Is a is a thing of, uh, upliftment
It It exhilarates me and it makes me
It makes me become actually who I am
You know, i'm a warrior in spirit and I'm
A fighter for my people
And I cannot be a fighter and a warrior
For my people if I did not, uh, condition
Train and condition myself