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Lupe Fiasco- Words I Never Said (cover/remix)

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Uploaded by on Jun 10, 2011

All credit for beat/instrumental/chorus go to Lupe Fiasco/Skyler Grey, as well as his label.

First Verse:
The lime light? do what I can, make sure every lines right.
Push to the limit ta' get my parta' it. Watch me work, then tell me you try harder kid.
Never go home, go big or die trying like the martyrs did.
Stay on my hardest grit, grind to the top and stay there from the start of it.

Collecting energy like a juggernaut harvests it,
Watch whether you dug or not, just be glad you're a part of it.
Won't come down 'til I got stalkers going through my garbage lids.
It's not so much that my words are weapons aimed at targets quick,

It's more the way I word my lessons when I'm verbally sparring kids.
Stop your brain from thinking, punch through your chest, grab your heart and rip...
Let it beat as its laying there, just to see how far it gits.
Stay a Marshall in my arts, so bow before starting shit.

In my prime, beast mode, transform like cars and whips.
Jaws references, you can't touch me like the largest ship.
The only great white MC, proved with every bar I spit.
Can't cover the evidence, no matter how many scars you stitch.

Be the change you wish to see in the world,
or hide under your rock and get smashed next.
Radar and missile turrets collapse threats
Pedal to the floor, haven't crashed yet.
Veteran of war, getch ya stats checked.
Give it all, do or die, til ya' last breath.
Tread softly, but never half step.

Second Verse:
No way of knowing how many MC's my spits mangle...
I'm performing magic in the streets like I'm Chris Angel.
Parts'a your brain my rhymes reach, really make ya mind, freak.
Like when you nine deep, or listening to mimes speak.

Spit it like a coke dealer, no telling how many my lines reach...
Check the time piece, seconds passed, put 'em behind me.
Me slowing, giving in, or letting other MC's past me?
Cows jumping over the moon is a bit More realistic if ya' ask me.

I smash fleas, call me frontline like marines or masked thieves.
I bash frees, no questions asked like comparing GPS to maps, please.
If artists are athletes, I lap these wack MC's like KcZ is half beast.
Think I was a hungry vegan, often as I talk about smashed beats.

Kick a beat, with some snares, keyboards and crash brah
Only time we're ever compared for is laughter,
You're in all black, my gears store is NASA
I'm cheered more, steer forward, here for and after.

Thought process, let me expand on this...
More than just the way your mind handles spits,
T.P. Is also two MC's, we're a tandom which
spits fire, kills beats, You know: random shit.

Third Verse:
Creating me took days and weeks, other gods to interject
No way mere mortals can touch my creative intellect,
Crush beats with more skills, always been a threat.
Like I bore drills through ya' skin and neck

I hit the earth, burnt a hole and singed the rest,
after it had been a sec, crawled from within its depths
stood atop the surface took full breaths to fill in my chest
Food chain, on top of it, like predatorial monsters kid.

Honest tip, don't let 'em spread stories, they kill honestness
Thats the main reason why no editorials of Kon are writ
I credit my story skills, and my bombest scripts
to proof of a gift, sent from heaven full of gods and myths.

Endangered species, I'm born of a clever breed.
Misquoted for things I didn't speak, and words you'll never read.
But no regrets, turn down the voices, let my words fly.
Used to hold it in, hold back, yet it never occurred why.

Don't care whose words you believe, so long as you heard mine.
You'd think that over time, maybe I'd start to regress.
But I stay on beat, like the heart in my chest.
Fuck peaking, finding a plateau to park it and rest...

Stay grinding. spray rhymes when I find time, then
Go in, give it all that I got. Never find a reason to stall it or stop
Never hit a wall, or take a loss, It's a long ass fall from the top

As is, if you liked what you heard, let me know about it! Ask questions, shoot song requests/video ideas/etc to me on twitter! Don't have one? GET ONE! Lot'sa fun on there.

My Twitter:
http://twitter.com/KonClueZhen

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  • Where can I download this

  • @mike1234561000 Haven't recorded a version worth DLing yet, (in my opinion,) once I do that, I'll hook you up with a link.

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  • did ya record a version yet?!?!?! amazing song

  • gud lyrics but keep on beat dude.kee tryin*

  • Fucking gay dude.

  • You suck

  • Sick song u know it is ok if you take a breathe when you rapping? haha kidding keep doing what your doing

  • What was this?

  • how dare yo decimate such a good track yo fool yo name should be garbage no sense

  • SHITT CRAPP JUNK RUBBISH YO SHOULD SLAPP YO SELF YO BITCH ASS FOOL

  • DICK HAED CRAPP SHITT SLAPP YO SELF YO BITCH ASS FOOL

  • Sounds like Mac Lethal.

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