Lupe Fiasco - Untitled lyrics

Yo Troy I'mma come on the rhythm
With a little Commonism, yeah
Hah, so check it out, yeah

Word, from Com Sense untitled
Through the coolest nigga
What if's ballin' in my budget
Budgin' ain't in my ballin', nudgin'
Ain't in my nuggets, huh?
Too mean, too mean, no chicken in my luggage
But Michigan Ave jazz drum stick
Is in the bucket, huh? Riveter
Proceed like abortion clinic picketer
Or don't heed a no seed deliverer
Or through the glass
Face mask on the visitor and to perform
Get a little horn like a newborn unicorn
Listener it's like miles on a horse
Five-thousand and two hundred eighty
Styles for the source

Get compiled in reports then
Redacted into blackness
Then filed in the court for
A trial for divorce, wow
We're like miles from the
Aisle they had walked
From the vows they had smiled
Now the child wanna forf
File is magnificent mile crowds watchin'
The black male drummer pale
I was tellin' you before
Sail 'em to the shore just to
Sell 'em to be sure
Intelligent as hell when I tell
It to the shore

Sell it to the shell you should
Come and buy a shirt
I be sellin' them on tour
Now there's somethin' to be said 'bout
A trumpet to the head
A drummer for the hands
Needs somethin' for the legs
Hmm, let's call it runaway slave ships
Fried chicken's tasteless and
Watermelon's racist nigga