Samurai

Samurai - Lupe Fiasco

Composed by：Wasalu Jaco p/k/a: Lupe Fisaco

Produced by：Soundtrakk/Kush Baby

And they say and they say and they say say

What they say what they say now they say they say

Uh-huh uh-huh they say they say they say

I'd like to welcome everybody out to the samurai

They say

Indeed indeed indeed indeed baby

Here we go one time yeah

I got these really neat really neat really neat

Very beautifully alliterated very beautiful uh

Little battle raps for you little

Battle rap little battle rap yeah

I got these really neat what you got huh uh

Very beautifully alliterated yeah yeah yeah

Little battle raps for you talk to 'em like c'mon

So come on through

Big eyes looking like skies in binoculars

Two nights live singing by the opera house

But not in it just by it

Someone alongside it a long silence

A strong vibrant meditative song of guidance

Designed to raise eyelids of blind men saved assignments

With warm regards and age kindness for today's climate

And the vain of gang violence meets the gangs's demises

And it bangs rises like wings on a plane

Plus a pilot who can fly

It into the eye of hurricane iris

Stylish same shoe in different sizes

With evidences of the mileage and the growth

Top hats and coats

Tuxedos and throats where the bowties posts

Folks look past the lower-class blower of the notes

And tell unspoke jokes as they approach

Which she'd never be inside but she hopes

I got these yeah really neat really neat really neat

Very beautifully alliterated very beautiful uh

Little battle raps for you little

Battle rap little battle rap yeah

I got these really neat really neat huh

Very beautifully alliterated wassup wassup

Little battle raps for you yeah uh uh

So come on through

The unamplified fantasize land

Of the soon-to-be fans of the samurai

Smile wide got the panorama camera vibe

If you analyze she's a one-woman gala glamorized

Just without the glamor or the gala ties

Met 'em all live with the jazz guys

Eating piano pies at the vanguard

She's a artist and starved

A couple dollars in the band

Jar buys a half a turkey sam

Organic and it's hand-carved and ours

If you ask for a piece freshly

Laugh for singing jazz in the streets

And the staff ask for police damn

Crashed at a friend's flat for a week for a week

Felt as home as a raft on the beach on the beach