Lupe Fiasco - SentRock lyrics
Lupe Fiasco [Wasalu Muhammad Jaco] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lupe Fiasco - SentRock lyrics]
Uhm, I go by SentRock i do visual art
I said, "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
Now I'm communicating to society
Through my work
Of like this voice of empowerment
But at first and very at
The beginning of everything
It's about me using art as
A communicating tool for myself
SentRock make a helicopt drop off top
Pass the aux to the lost flock
Fops and foos on the opps and flew
Also look around because down ain't
The only birds eye view the west side too
Sky blue chi you bible
Put bands in our hands like a I do bride do
Flip the same ole goals heart
Colder than Thai food
Soul all neo like Erykah Badu
Who non decepticons in a fond way
Put a swan in a John Cage
Then open up the bomb bay, doors
When it rains it pours
Get pawned like where a prawn
Stay when you can't afford
Ken, what are your favorite birds?
My favorite birds are the
Woodpecker and red robin
I like the red robin 'cause there's color
I like the woodpecker because of
The sound that it makes
When it's chipping at wood, it's satisfying
Feathers on the predator drones
Weather got em never at home
But not forever south red faced yellow mouth
Propellers out they'll hunt you down like
Cabellas for the clout
With something fissile on top of
A surface to air missile
Trying to knock you right up out the clizouds
Whistles and chirps to tell the next nest to
Disperse air raids west of the turf
Or stand and swing hands like wingspans
Karate kid crane claw
Flirt with hurt like juggle chainsaw
Love birds out here looking for soul mates
I have something for you
Look at these low rates
Peking ducks get cooked trying to locate
Blackhawk puck how I'm cool in my flow state
But, you can angrily slang me into the war
I just want my story tolled like the 294
Uh, huh, sha my favorite bird is a eagle
And one fact that I like about it
I like how it swoops down with
It's claws and grabs it's prey
And then they go back and feed it's children